Ideas Pt. 07

I had handed the large heavy envelope to Hector then drew up my courage and asked, "What's a good knot to use if you wanted to tie something up to a pole?"

"Long-term or short? A clove hitch will work short-term, but it's not very strong. If you want something really strong I'd use a round turn with two half hitches. I'd show you, but I don't have any rope here."

Opening my briefcase I pulled out one of the two-meter lengths. "Okay, hold your arm up like a pole and I'll show you." He wound the rope around my arm twice before tying it off with the half hitches. I tested the knot and was surprised to see how strong it was. Hector removed the knot and I tried. It was so easy for something so strong. I asked about the other items and Hector assured me he could get them with only a few days notice. I walked out the office door at exactly five o'clock to go home.

Knotting the ropes to the back of Irene's wrists took less than thirty seconds. I pulled her up and bent her over the rear of an upholstered chair before tying her to the chair's legs using the same knots. The duct tape was in my hands when I bent in front of Irene. "I'll give you a choice. I can cover your mouth with duct tape or I can use a ball gag. Personally, I'd take the tape. You could choke to death with the gag."

"I'll be quiet, Oscar. You can trust me." I looked at her as though she was crazy then I covered her mouth with the tape. Robert hadn't moved an inch.

"Irene, I'm going to remove your skirt and panties...assuming, of course, that you actually wore some. I'll take the belt to you if you try to kick me. I'll do that anyway, but it'll just be that much worse." She shook her head as if to say "no," but I paid no attention. Her skirt fell to the floor and so did her thong. I left them there while I tied her ankles to the chair's rear legs. Now that I was sure that Irene was secure I turned my attentions to Robert.

First, I tied the ropes to the back of his wrists then tied the other end to his thighs. I was concerned that he would awaken while I was moving him. I'd be in deep shit if he was able to overpower me. My hands under his arms, I began to drag him toward the master bedroom. I found it at the end of the hallway. What a surprise; Robert, who I thought was a single man, had a king-sized bed. It was a struggle, but I was able to pull him onto the bed and tie each wrist to one of the large strong posts of the headboard. I was relieved when his arms were secured. A minute later I had stretched him out on his stomach and secured his feet to the footboard's posts.

Checking my watch I saw that the entire capture had taken less than fifteen minutes. I was tired, but relieved. Back to the living room I went to retrieve the duct tape. I wound it all around his fingers and thumbs, completely immobilizing his hands and making it impossible for him to untie the knots. I did the same to Irene a few minutes later.

I finished by digging my fingers into the top of his eye sockets to force his head up knowing that the pressure of my fingers would blacken his eyes for a week at least. Once that was done I forced a leather ball gag into his mouth, buckling it tightly around his head. Now I could take a brief break.

Digging through his cabinets I found an almost full bottle of Glenmorangie 18 year-old single malt. This would be fun; it was even more expensive than the Ardbeg 15 year-old whiskey Robert had consumed at my apartment. I thought I'd take it with me once my work was done—sort of a reward for setting myself free. I pulled a few ice cubes from the tray even as I wondered about a single man who had a king bed, but no ice cube maker. What an asshole!

I sat in the chair opposite Irene sipping my whiskey before checking my watch. "Well, back to work, Irene. I have to be out of here by one so I can get my new keys from the locksmith. Oh...did I forget to mention that I had all the locks changed today? Well, I'll go over that once I finish up with good old Robert."

I rose and walked the two steps over to Irene, removing the chain with the key to my prison from her neck. My cock had never felt as good as the instant when it was released. It hardened in a millisecond. "Don't worry, Irene—you'll get it once I'm done with lover boy. My high heels fell to the floor followed by my fishnets and my pink panties. I draped them over Irene's head as I retrieved my belt from the suitcase.

Robert was still unconscious, but was breathing regularly when I checked on him. Back to the kitchen I went for a plastic bag, some ice, and some water. Once the bag was sealed I returned to Robert, placing the cold bag on the back of his neck. He was fully revived a minute later and that was when I took my first revenge.

I'd heard Robert bragging about the wood in his bedroom—a family heirloom, he'd said, with a rich wood that was irreplaceable—illegal to harvest for the past twenty years. I set the bag on the wood knowing that it would sweat and cause a huge ring that would prove almost impossible to remove without expensive restoration.

Sitting on the bed I began my speech. God knows, I'd practiced it often enough. "You know, Robert, you could have just been satisfied fucking Irene, but—no—you had to torment and beat me to diminish me in her eyes. I would have been satisfied with sloppy seconds so long as Irene was happy. You made a big mistake messing with me and now you're going to pay." I rose and unrolled my belt. "Yes, you're getting the beating of your life, but not until you're as naked as I am."

I'd found a pair of kitchen shears in one of the drawers and now I used them to cut up each leg of his trousers and through his belt. I pulled them from his body once I had removed his wallet and key ring. His boxers followed. Seconds later I had cut his expensive silk shirt to shreds, too, until he was indeed as naked as I was. I doubted his cock would be as hard as mine when I was done.

Starting at his shoulders I swung that belt for all I was worth as I moved down toward his butt. There was barely a millimeter untouched when I reached his ass. If anything, I laid it on even harder there. Robert had beaten me with this very same belt for more than ten minutes. If he struck me once every six seconds that meant one hundred blows at a minimum. He was going to pay. Over and over I hit him, raising welts on top of welts and stopping only when he appeared to pass out. Then I applied the wet ice bag until he was fully conscious and I beat him again.

I moved down his left leg to his ankle, even striking the soles of each foot five times before moving back up his right leg, striping his butt again from the opposite side and back to his shoulders. I thought then that we might be close to even. I left him there—a sobbing wreck, his body covered with dozens of welts and lines of blood where he was struck by the belt's edge—while I retrieved my drink.

Once back in the bedroom I carefully turned Robert over, taking care to ensure that he could not get away. I untied his left leg from the post and retied it to the opposite. Once done I untied his right leg, pulled it over to the other side and secured it again. Robert's arms were twisted over his head now, but he was safely on his ruined back—exactly where I wanted him when I returned to the kitchen.

I must have spent ten minutes searching before finding what I wanted—a spool of thin twine. In the living room I bent over to kiss Irene's cheek. There was nothing like hope to stimulate someone. I figured at work yesterday that was the theory behind keeping me frustrated. I'd work like a dog serving Irene every day and night in the hope that I'd be able to jerk my tiny cock to completion. Picking up the cock cage I returned to Robert where I cut about a meter of twine from the spool. Once I had a loop in one end I tightened the twine under his cock's helmet, pulling it several times to be sure it wouldn't fall off.

I pushed his balls through the restraining ring followed by his cock. I had to admit I could have handled his balls with greater care. Then I used the string to pull his big cock into the cage. It was a tight fit so I was sure Robert would find the experience uncomfortable, at best, and downright painful the rest of the time. It was a struggle but I was finally able to squeeze his cock into the small space. The key locked the pieces together and Robert was done. I returned to Irene.

Sitting on a chair I had moved from the dining room I spoke calmly. "I'm going to remove the tape, Irene, but if you yell or shout or even piss me off with your answers to my questions I'm going to jam this ball gag into your mouth and smack your butt at least three times with the belt." She shook her head wildly, telling me "NO!" Unfortunately, I wasn't listening. "I'm giving you one, Irene, so you'll know I'll do it then I'll get you a drink and we'll talk. You'll be fine as long as you are quiet, respectful, and polite." I kissed her cheek again, stood back, and let her have it—a full blow delivered to her buttocks. Irene's body tensed as she struggled with the pain, tears pouring from her eyes.

I returned a minute later with a glass of water. The tape was pulled quickly to minimize the pain and I held the glass so she could drink. "I'm going to ask you some questions now, Irene. Answer honestly and you'll be fine."

"I'm sorry, Oscar.'

'What you really mean is that you're sorry you're in this position. I didn't see any concern for me when you treated me like shit, did I? Okay...here goes. I've probably told you about my fantasy dozens of times. What exactly did I tell you?"

"You wanted me to experience sex with another man."

"Right; how many times did I tell or suggest to you that I wanted to be publicly humiliated?"

"I don't remember you ever telling me that, Oscar."

"Right again, did I ever suggest that I wanted to be beaten with a belt?"

Irene sobbed. "No, Oscar...I'm so sorry."

"Did I ever give you any signs that I was a masochist?"

"No...never."

"Whose idea was it to do all those things to me?"

"It was Robert's. He told me about his other experiences with cuckolds. He told me how they always wanted to suffer for their wives. He made it sound like beating and humiliating you was the right thing to do."

"What about the cock cage?"

"That was his idea, too. He mentioned it when you masturbated on the floor. Do you remember? We talked about it at length last weekend when I came here to be with him. That's when I ordered it. He told me to order express shipping so I could control you all the sooner. I didn't want to do it, but he was so persuasive."

"I believe you, Irene, but I also can't believe that you were so stupid. You followed the directions of someone who—other than having fucked him—was a total stranger. Suppose I had been badly hurt or even killed? What would have been your excuse then? Do you know or even care that I was barely able to sit at work the last two days? It's a good thing I have a top sales record; I did absolutely nothing both days. I couldn't because of the pain.

"How many keys came with this monstrosity?"

"Two; Robert has the other one on his key ring. He wanted to show his superiority over you by flaunting the key." I was up en route to the bedroom before she even finished, finding the ring where I had left it on the night table. I grinned as I looked straight into Robert's eyes and removed the critical key and one other from the ring. I was back with Irene in less than a minute.

"Okay, Irene...it's decision time. You can keep Robert..." Her eyes lit up in response. "...or you can keep me, but you can't keep both of us."

Irene thought for several minutes before answering. "I don't know if I can go back, Oscar, and honestly I don't know that I want to. I'm sorry."

"Very well; I withdrew half from our joint account yesterday and deposited it in a new account in my name only. I also closed all your credit cards except the Visa you have in your name. I have a paper for you to sign. It states that you cheated on me with Robert and I caught you. When I did you and Robert overpowered me, beat me with a belt and locked my genitals in the cock cage. All this has been documented by an attorney. There are pictures and video to support my claims. By signing you agree to an uncontested divorce.

"I'm giving you everything in your name, but you give up any rights to the apartment or assets in my name. I'll send your clothes, jewelry, and your personal belongings to you sometime next week, including your collection of porcelain figures. I'll be sure to wrap them carefully."

"What if I refuse?"

"Then I'll gag you and beat you until you do." I cut the tape back so she could grip the pen and handed it to her then I retrieved a clipboard from the suitcase. Irene signed two copies and then I had her witness Robert's confession. The tape went back over her mouth while I dealt with Robert.

A hard slap got his attention. When I told him to sign he tried to throw the pen at me. "Not too smart, Robert—in fact, not smart at all." I walked away, returning with one of the high heels. "You know, Robert that one of my teachers many years ago explained that a hundred pound woman wearing shoes like these would exert a force of about nine hundred pounds per square inch just by walking. I never tested that, but I think now would be a good time, don't you?"

I could see his eyes open with fear and for good reason. I stretched his scrotum between the retaining ring and the tube of the cock cage then brought down the shoe's heel with a vicious blow. His body tensed and shook in agony. I could hear his scream even through the ball gag. "Let's try that again, shall we?" This time I struck his other testicle with even more force. He pulled in vain on the strong ropes, succeeding only in tightening the knots.

"Ready now to sign?" He nodded quickly and a minute later I had his signature three times—once on his confession and twice as witness to Irene's statement. A minute later I was back with my soon-to-be ex-wife. All my "slave" clothes went into a plastic kitchen trash bag. My tools and tape were returned to the suitcase. I now had only two things left, one of which required that I return to Robert.

"I wouldn't want you to think you can get back at me, Robert. Do that and you'll stay in that thing for the rest of your life. I want to read a letter to you. It's addressed to my attorney...nobody known to Irene or you, either. He has photos of my body showing the cock cage and all the bruises on my ass.

"Dear...well, you don't need to know his name, do you? Okay, here goes: Enclosed with this letter are an envelope and two small silver keys. Should anything odd or unusual happen to me—a hit-and-run, a mugging, or anything that results in my hospitalization or my death you are to open the letter and give the contents to the police. At that time you are to take the keys and grind them completely to dust on that bench grinder you told me about.

"I will telephone you once a week as we had planned. If I use the code word you will know that I am in unfriendly hands and are to contact the police immediately. Thanks for your help with this matter. Very truly yours, Oscar Vargas.

"I'll place this in the mail at one of the post offices we passed on our way up here this morning so he will get it early next week. I'm giving a knife to Irene so she can saw her way out of her bonds. For some idiotic reason she has chosen you over me. I wonder how long your appeal will last once she sees how nice and shiny your genitalia are now."

An idea struck me and I broke out laughing. Checking my watch I saw that I had plenty of time so I retrieved a large towel from the bathroom and spread it over his groin. Then I went to one of the other rooms where I had seen his computer and a desk. I folded a sheet of paper in half and wrote a brief poignant note for Irene. I was still laughing when I arrived back in the living room.

"I was going to fuck you, Irene, but there's not much appeal at the moment. I'm giving you a knife so you can saw yourself out of these bonds. I'm guessing it will take you at least ten minutes and then you'll have to untie the other knots. That should take you at least another ten. By then I'll be away from here and this envelope containing Robert's confession will have been mailed. Use your head for a change and stay away from me.

"You know that I'm a man who keeps his word. I agreed to give you half of our property and that's what you will get. I've been in touch with a divorce attorney so I'm sure you'll hear from her soon. Good-bye, Irene." I handed her the knife telling her, "Be sure you don't drop it. If you do you'll be dead by the time you're found." Ten seconds later I was out the door, laughing all the way. As promised I dropped the envelope into a post office box on my way home. It was a long, but very satisfying ride.

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Irene

I couldn't believe what had happened. Instead of making beautiful love with Robert and getting orgasm after orgasm on his huge cock the two of us had been captured by Oscar. I had never thought he would be capable of such a thing. He had planned it all out so well.

I was very careful as I began to free myself, sawing the serrated blade back and forth over the knot around the chair's leg. It was slow hard work and I was sweating profusely before I was half done. I had hoped to sweat today, but not like this. I prayed that Robert would be able and willing to fuck me once I had freed him. I had heard Oscar use the belt on him to get his revenge. Oh, why did I let Robert talk me into treating Oscar like this?

Finally, I was able to saw through the knot, but when I pulled the rope nothing happened. I pulled and pulled, all to no avail so I continued sawing on the next knot. My arm ached by the time I had sawed through it and was able to free my hand. Untying the knot on my left hand was harder than I had thought. All told I had spent thirty minutes just freeing my hands. I sat back on the floor to untie my feet. Only then was I able to stand and walk unsteadily to Robert in the bedroom.

I was just in the door when I saw Robert stretched out on the bed, a bath towel covering his middle. I couldn't wait to get my lips around that delicious cock. I was almost to the bed when I saw the note: TSK TSK, IRENE—BAD CHOICE!

I threw the note onto the floor and removed the towel. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO," I wailed as I looked down at Robert trapped in our device. I knew there was no escape without the key and I was sure Oscar had taken both of them. I moved as quickly as I could to free Robert. "We have to go after him. We can make him give us the key then we'll get him under control again."

"No...we won't, you dumb cunt! He's mailed them to some attorney by now. He told me it's someone you don't know and if anything happens to Oscar my confession to his abuse goes to the police and the keys will be ground to nothing. I'm fucked!"

"We'll still have each other, Robert."

"Are you kidding me? Why the hell would I want you? Other than fucking your ass my only reason for being with you was to humiliate and torture your husband. That's what I get off on—making my women's husbands suffer. It's better than any orgasm ever invented. At the rate we were going he would have been totally destroyed in another two months. By then I would have been working on replacing you with another naïve dumb cunt wife with a husband I could torture. Get out before I throw you out."

He pushed me away as he walked to the bathroom. I gasped when I saw his back, butt, and legs. They were a solid mass of cuts and bruises. He'd be sore for a few weeks, at least. Good—the bastard! I went back to the living room where I pulled my skirt up over my hips and fastened it tightly before pulling my thong over my hips. My shoes were on for only a minute before I grabbed some salsa from the kitchen and threw it against the wall and walking slowly out the door.