Whipping Machine

This time I continued to hold the string where it was and the drill did not stop and soon the whip was over the top and "swish...whack" the whip got me again and started its journey up into the air again. By the third hit the whip was having the effect I was expecting and I could feel my cock responding to the simulation the whip was bringing.

The blood was quickly engorging my cock; it started to swell and raise with a slight curl to its form. The whip continued its rhythmic beating on my pubic bone and base of my cock.

Every impact of the whip was a reminder that I was naked and bound to the bench.

As my cock continued to engorge, the head started to drag against the inside of my leg causing new sensations. With its stiffening and the friction of the head pressing against my leg I found my cock getting trapped. The stiffer my cock was getting the more it pressed into my leg muscles and without leverage it was not able to push itself past. My cock was getting hard as a rock by being trapped there trying to press on.

The whips continued to play it rhythmic beat on my body but now with my cock swollen and trapped it became the new target for the whips attacks. My cock was trapped at an angle and the whip was pounding at the side of my cock make my member jump and bounce with every impact, as if the whip knew of the problem and was determined to beat my cock loose from its confinement.

After ten rounds of the whip my cock it broke free of its barrier and continued to swell and grow again, not without reminding with its pain that the whip had been the one that freed it. As it grew with each pulse of my heart it slowly jerked its way across my naked hip moving making some minimal gains only to be beaten back a majority of its distance with the impact of the whip. This only added fuel to the erotic sensations I was feeling with my cock.

It seemed that both my cock and the whip had minds of their own and where battling out who would be the eventual winner of this grudge match they seemed to have picked with each other. Eventually my cock was getting painfully hard and stiff enough to fight back against the whip.

The whip came crashing down; my cock was so stiff that it no longer passively yields to the whip. It stood its ground, with the whip now gripping and grabbing my shaft and ripping it downward only to eventually lose its hold and letting go which my cock would proudly leap back in triumph, like a giant fleshy spring, back to where it was before the whip took hold.

It was not long before my cock was at full mast jutting out from my body at a ridiculous angle pointing at my forehead.

Rhythmically the whip continued to pound on my cock. Now with my cock fully engorged the whip was beating on all areas of my cock. Crashing down on the head first and then urethra vein, flatting the whole shaft against my stomach, wrapping its ends around the head of my cock, grabbing at it and pulling it upright against its resistance, pulling the shaft vertical and beyond until again it could not maintain its grip any longer, then suddenly letting loose my cock allowing its natural resistance to act as a wound-up spring slamming my cock head and member back into my abs with a hard, loud, fleshy Smack! My cock would bounce off my abs and return to it natural place of rest only to be assaulted again.

The consistent hammering of the whipping machine was having a huge affect on me. I couldn't believe how quickly it got me so worked up but at the same time it seemed to be hanging me in limbo.

Every time the whip came crashing down it felt like a jolt to my sexually aroused body snapping me instantly into the feelings of an pending orgasm only to end to soon before I was pushed over the edge to climax. The whip was teasing me and teasing me, holding me just a little in front of my threshold but not allowing me to go over.

It was driving me insane with lust and desperation for release.

So I pull harder on the string going to the drill and I hear the motor kick into hyper-drive. The blows of the whip where coming in rapped succession now, much harder and much faster.

I thought for sure within a few hits I'll surely loose it, pop my cork, and get off. The pain of the blows had to be at least triple fold now and that seemed to only off set the additional simulation I was receiving.

My cock and the whipping rod where bouncing around everywhere. As soon as the whip let go and my cock would spring back with a loud smack the whip hit it again. Everything was bouncing around so much sometimes the whip would hit the side of my cock and rip it to the side like a windmill. Other times it would miss and hit my hip or abs.

I was getting so frustrated, I had figured probably a half hour had gone by already and I was already feverishly over simulated but at the same time not stimulated enough. It seemed without being able to touch myself I was not able to push past my edge and trigger an orgasm. It was almost as if the edge kept moving just out of reach and I had to do more to get back to it.

I was desperately moving my hips to adjust for the near misses the whip was having with my cock. I felt if I just could get it to hit just once more in the right spot that will trigger my orgasm. I was one frustrated horny dick at that point.

Just then I heard, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!"

My heart jumped into my throat. I quickly shot a look to my right and there standing next to the video camera and tripod is my wife in her coat still looking at the little 2" screen of the video camera and at me with the worst pissed off expression I have ever seen.

In all our married years my wife has never used the word FUCK. But that is what I was, I was fucked to say the least.

I have had some close calls in the past, almost getting busted by her jacking off to a porno movie or looking at something on the internet, I have had to do some fast back pedaling a few times, but never have I ever been clearly caught in the act.

How in the hell was I going to get out of this one?

My eyes were crossing with the frustrated simulation that the whip continued to dish out as her eyes bored down on me in my stupid predicament.

All the blood rushed out of my head I think as I dropped the string to the drill trigger and instantly the drill ceased.

Or at least for a split second it seemed that way, only until the whip popped me once more which jarred me out of my "deer in the headlight haze" to realize that when releasing the string the drill did not stop, it just slowed down.

Panic struck me and I quickly tried to feel for the control string and at the same time look around under the bench. Looking under the bench was almost impossible in the position I was in and grasping around blindly with my hands lead to nothing. I could not find the string and the drill continued it rhythmic whipping and my cock its rhythmic flipping and flopping.

Finally I was able see with the corner of my eye part of the string in the frame work of the bench. It appears the string got caught in the frame work, pinched between two pieces of metal and was holding the drill at about one forth the speed.

Realizing I was not going to get to the string to stop the drill I dropped my head back only to jump again when the whip landed one square on the head of my cock. Again waking me to the situation that I was still laying there and panic resumed and I struggle with my wrist cuffs trying to unlock the locking clip.

I was sweating profusely, embarrassed as hell, and desperately trying to get out of the situation like that was going to change everything. The more I struggled with the cuffs the less it seemed I was able to do. For some reason I was not able to contort my hand the way I did earlier and get to the locking clip between the wrist cuffs and the machine was still holding me at the edge making my body involuntarily jump every time the whip cracked on my skin and cock.

What seemed like minutes probably was only 10 seconds or so of time that pasted since my wife's announcement of her presents. I finally gave up realizing I was not going to escape or bluff my way out of this one.

So there I was... Held fast in full view of my wife, on the edge of orgasm, struggling helplessly, naked, with a homemade contraption whipping my obscenely engorged cock over and over and over, I was ready to die! And the look on her face indicated that she my just help me do it.

What does one say in a situation like this? "I... I... I..."

"Shut the fuck up! What in the hell is the matter with you?"

"Dora, Honey... it is not what you think?"

"Shut up! What the hell do you know what I am thinking? You're a sick... discussing... pervert! What the fuck is this?"

Dora looks around the room at the equipment, the camera, the humming drill then back at me.

"Is this what you feel you have to do to get your rocks off? What a fucking asshole I married. Why in the 20 years of marriage have I never figured this one out before?"

"Explain!"

What could I say? I had no words that would describe this mess. I never really ever gave it a thought about her knowing or finding out. Over the years curiosity just grew to this point and with the whip continuing its torment I wasn't truly able to keep my thoughts straight while the whip held me on the edge of a denied orgasm.

I tried to explain to her with my short rapped breaths, that it was curiosity, but it all fell on deft ears. I could see her mind was distant, trying to figure out what to do with it all.

Finally she seemed to wake from her shock. Dora put down her purse and car keys and walked over to the humming drill and followed the cord down to where it was plug in.

Crouching she bent down and picked up the plug for the drill and looking at me she said, "Curiosity?" as she unplugged the drill and it came to a stop.

Swiveling on her toes still in her crouched position she picks up the duct tape to move it out of her way. As she began to place it down I could see she seemed to have some new thought in her mind. Holding the roll of tape she stood up and took a few steps towards me.

Towering over my hogtied body she looks me in the face for a moment then looks down my body slowly to my beaten red cock that was still pulsing and hammering with over excitement, jerking and leaping with every heart beat. For a moment her expression seemed to relax, then just as fast it changed back to the disappointed pissed-off look.

"Looks to me like you were enjoying your little game with your new toy, I must have caught you just before you were able to finish by the looks of things as she reaches down and gives my engorged cock a hard tug only to release it and let it slap back painfully against my abs just as if she owned it or something.

"Your pecker there seems to be a bit distraught." She smiles as if she figured out a new found secret.

I took in a quick breath when she touched my cock. It was so sensitive that her hand seemed to burn my flesh with her short touch and quick jerk that just about threw me over my edge. Somehow I think that is just the effect she wanted.

Looking at my bound hands under the bench she said, "You've really got your self into a bind here? I guess you're going to need some help."

As Dora crouched down to get a closer look at my cuffed hands under the bench she asked "where in the hell did you get these, on second thought never mind I don't want to know what disgusting places you have been too or how much of our money you have blown on this crap."

Dora reaches under the bench and pulls my hands roughly towards her so she can get to the locking clip on the cuffs.

Rotating my wrist a little while looking at how the clip is connected to the cuffs she says, "Looks to me like you could have unlock these yourself, way didn't you?"

I started to answer her and she just glared at me. It was then I realized I had better just keep my mouth shut and let her vent her comments and rhetorical questions.

I felt her jerk my wrist painfully out toward her. As I was waiting for her to release the clip I heard her pull off a piece of duct tape.

After a few seconds she let my wrist go and they fell back under the bench. When I went to bring them up I found that they were still attached. What the heck. I felt around with my hands and found that she had wrapped the duct tape around the locking clip so I was not able to even feel the clip let alone unlock it.

With panic I look up at her and she has a smirk on her lips and is slowly taking off her jacket she was still wearing.

She looks at me and says, "Well it seems to me you were enjoying your little jerk off session when I walked in on you and I figure if this is how you want to get your rocks off then who am I to say you cannot do this. Looking at your cuffs there it looked like you might have been able to undo the clasp on the cuffs so I helped you out so they wouldn't come undone."

The whole time she is talking she is folding her coat up and neatly laying her coat with my clothes that are already folded on the floor.

Her persona seemed to be changing to something I have never seen before. I was starting to get a bit nervous and down right scared.

What was she thinking? How pissed is she? Is she really as mad as she seems? How disappointed in me is she?

I found myself in a situation I did not like being in. To me she looked half crazed and I was now not able to get away or defend myself if this gets ugly.

Dora puts a hand on my chest and slowly drags her fingers and nails down my chest playing with the little hairs as her fingers work their way down to my abs then my cock and balls. I think from the fear of being found out my cock has lost most of it erection. Dora picks up the limp mast and hefts it in her hand for a few seconds then pulls it straight up and out to look over the boot lace I have tied around the base.

Just from her touch my cock starts to swell again.

"Hummm, what is this?

I can only crane my head up a little bit to look where she is looking. I start to answer when...

"What is the purpose this? ...What is it?

She moves my cock from one side to the other to get a better look at it.

"Is it a shoe lace?" she asks.

With a tone of defeat I quietly answer, "Yes, from one of my hiking boots."

My cock continues to swell in her hands and the veins start to bulge as the lace begins again to restrict the blood flow in my shaft.

Her facial expression brightens, "OH... I think I just found out what it is fore." Lightly with a feathers touch she slowly strokes her

With a little amusement in her voice she looks me in the eye, as I lay there craning my neck to continue to communicate with, and says, "It is to keep you hard, isn't?"

"Yes." I said in almost a whisper.

"How ingenious, I'm surprised that you would do something like this, couldn't it be damaging to your parts here?"

She just continued to look at it very fascinated by it all, then finally looked at me again as if she was waiting for an answer.

"I don't think so" I said finally. "I have done it before and there never seems to be any issues afterwards. It does keep me hard longer but what I really like is the sensation and pressure I feel down there when use it."

"Oh, you get different sensations from it huh... Is that why you are using it today? Looks to me you were getting enough sensation from your new toy here (she surveys the whipping machine) that you would not had needed this." "Is this true?"

"yes"

"Humm... then I take it you wanted it to keep you hard then"

I only nodded my head the best I could before letting my head drop back onto the bench to give my neck a break. She was burling down into my soul and I felt so defeated.

Dora spoke again, "But you were not erect just a minute ago."

"May be you do not have it tight enough" she stated after a few seconds thinking about it.

With that she drops my cock and undoes the lace keeping track of how I had it tied up.

Thinking about how it was done and how she could improve it she began again to reapply the lace.

She begins to loop the lace in her hand so she has both strings ends in one hand then she places the looped end of the lace under my balls and cock. Holding both ends of the lace in one hand she stroking my cock until I feel like I am going erupt then without warning she lets go, leaving it throbbing and bobbing helplessly in the air as she flips one end of the lace over the other like a shoe's half knot and chinches it down on top side of my cock. She pulls up on the laces then chinches it down extra hard again making sure the knot and lace is burred tightly into my flesh behind my cock and balls. Then she wraps the ends down under and behind my balls and does another half knot the same way again with the pulling and chinching.

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I let out a sharp "FUCK" expression from its tightness; my rope jobs were never this tight. As I start to say something more Dora cuts me off with, "If you know what is good for you, you'll say nothing."

Without breaking her stride she continues to wrap the ends of the lace from the bottom knot up and around only by balls and again makes a half knot in the front and chinches that knot down as tight as she can into my ball sack. She then winds the laces in opposite directions back and forth around the skin between my balls and my cock, extending my balls further and further from my body until my balls are like to hard marbles stretched in the skin. She's finishes this off with another half knot in the front.

My balls feel like they are going to pop right out the skin they are so tight.

With only about 5 inches of lace left she takes the two ends and places them between my balls where they are extended out and tucks the ends trough one winding behind them. This takes some care using her fingernails she eventually manages to get the laces under one of the windings and back out again.

With the laces through she pulls hard on them causing my balls to separate into two orbs into what little room they had left at the top of the tower of lace she had made.

Satisfied with her handy work she ties a double bow knot and puts both loops together and then sticks her finger in the loops and hooks it.

With a few sharp tugs from her finger she says, "There that looks a lot better. I guess I am not too bad at this myself for a first-timer. I can't believe you couldn't have dome better... with your experience in this discussing shit!"

My groin feels like it is on fire. I strain to look. My cock is beat red and throbbing with every heart beat. The veins are bulging like I never seen before.

My wife stands up with nothing more said and turns off the video camera, then heads over to the pile of clothes and picks her coat up along with my clothes.

"I'll be back in a few minutes dear; you shouldn't leave your clothes laying about the house, especially if you're not planning to use them."

With that she took the entire pile of clothes and headed up the stairs leaving me to ponder my situation.

"What the hell just happened? One minute I was all alone, having a little personal fun, just about to get off and cum in the privacy of my home and next I am a captive in my own home with my balls and cock tied up so tight feeling like they are going to explode from pressure."

I jerked on the bonds that held my hands to no avail. The rope job I did on my legs earlier definitely was not going to fail. It appears whether I liked it or not there isn't much I can do but ride it out.

It seemed like an hour since she left and all I could think about was my aching cock and balls. Her rope job was a constant reminder that this was very real and unforgiving. At least earlier my cock would go soft if I did not give it some minor attention, but her rope job not only is keeping my cock erect, it continue to only make my cock harder and harder.