Because She Loves Me · Part 4

Because She Loves Me · Part 4 (4/6)
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ps to secure the plug in my rectum.

Sometimes an electro plug shocks are such that the ass muscles can eject it. That won’t happen now.

“Place your arms to your sides and put your legs back together and keep them that way,” I’m told. I know my wrapping is about to begin. She starts at my chest, winding around my body capturing my arms to the sides with the wrap. The first full circle around me and my arms are already trapped, pressed against my sides. She circles again moving slightly downward, my elbows now locked against me, then around again and the forearms are captured, then the hands. Down it goes. She is pulling the wrap tight with each rotation. It is smooth and cool. Tight. I feel her now at about my hips. As she circles around my butt I feel a tug from my hole.

She is maneuvering the wire from the electrode in my ass, so it won’t be trapped under the plastic. As she comes around passing over my groin, I realize she has covered my dick. It is pressed against me. In the past she left it exposed so she would have something to play with, well, it’s not up to me what her plan is tonight. She continues downward to the ankle and to the top of my feet. Then she starts to circle back up again.

Interesting, my feet are still bare, I wonder if they will stay that way? Around and around, always keeping the wrap tight, adjusting the wire coming from me as she passes by again. I feel great and excited. She now passes where she started and works up to my neck. It is then again back down, when we pass the chest, we are at layer three. With each succeeding layer it feels more binding and secure although I would not have been able to move much, if any, past the second wrapping. Back up we come; we are at number four. Then it is layer five. Wow. She stops again at the neck and cuts the roll. I feel her smooth out the final stretch like she is sealing it to the layer below it.

A few minutes passed as she fetched something and I’m careful to stay erect as I could easily lose my balance and there would be no stopping the nasty fall. She tells me to open my mouth wide, so I do. She slips in a metal ring behind my teeth and tells me to close down on it. I can tell she has been talking to Mike about this. He put a ring gag in my mouth when wrapping my head with the plastic to help in cutting open my airway. My wife has only wrapped my head once and that didn’t go well in the breathing department. She must have asked how to make it go more smoothly.

Once the ring is in place she starts wrapping where she had left off at my neck. She is going slower as she works this wide wrap around my neck and chin forming it to my narrower contours as she goes. She makes three passes before she comes higher. I’m told, “Take a deep breath.” I do, a big one, and the wrap passes over my mouth and nose, instantly sealing off my air supply. I can tell she is now trying to work quickly as she circles this loop a second, third and fourth time around my face and head. She stops and I feel her working the roll and it seems to fall away. I have lost my eyesight and most of my hearing along with my ability to breathe. It is exactly as Sir Michael did it.

I am in no trouble as she moves to the next step; I have plenty of air in my lungs. I wait patiently. And I feel her poking at the wrap covering the center of the metal ring. She pops through and a little hole is made through the wrap. She then starts cutting around the circumference of the ring as I exhale and breathe in.

The ring is a genius way of wrapping my face tightly while providing a fast and safe cutting point for getting my airway back open quickly. She then reaches back into my mouth to remove the ring. That made me happy. The ring gag Sir Michael used stayed in and over the long duration my mouth suffered. I try to open even wider to help with the removal. With my airway clear and safe, she then finishes wrapping around in a variety of circle routes till she has made my head completely encased with plastic wrap. She then continued back down my neck, never encroaching on my open airway, circling till she reached my chest where this all began. I faintly hear “Good enough?” She must be done.

I feel her grab me from behind and she tells me in a loud voice to shuffle backwards. I do until I feel my heels bump against what I assume is the mattress. She then loudly says, “Fall Backward.” I do without fear as I know she is holding onto me. It still isn’t a gentle fall to the mattress as I am much bigger than she is. Now on the mattress she spins me around so that I am resting in the proper orientation and centered. I am very restricted in my wrapped body. I try, but I can’t move any of my body parts except my uncovered feet. Everything is compressed except my lungs. I know from past experience to keep my lungs full as my chest is wrapped. While it is restricted some, my breathing is not labored, I’ll be fine with the breathing.

Now my little movement left is being taken away. She lifts my lower legs off the mattress and wraps my feet, completing my cocoon. I can wiggle my toes, but that is it.

She is still not done with me. I can’t move. I certainly can’t get up from the mattress I am lying on. She is now taking the cargo straps that are under the mattress and extending them over my wrapped body, connecting the ends and ratcheting them tight making my body compress down into the mattress. There are six of them, equally spaced starting at my ankles and ending at my shoulders, just under my throat. So overdone. So restrictive. So tight. So wonderful!

Now she’s done. I attempt to move, and I can’t move anything. From my feet to my head, I am affixed to the mattress. I cannot move my arms, my hands, or even my fingers in the wrap. I try my legs, absolutely no movement. Flex my feet and only my toes can wiggle. Swivel my hips, no. I can’t twist my neck, I can make my head rock slightly upward, but side to side, nothing. I know to some this would be intolerable, to me this is super. Of course, I am speaking to the method of how I am bound and how it feels on my body and how it feels in my mind. What happens to me while I am completely vulnerable remains to be seen. I’m already concerned about the toy hiding in my butt.

I now hear her talking on the phone. She has called Mike and has him on speaker phone. I’m not sure how to react. “Mike wants to talk to you, he knows your current situation, in fact, we’ve been chatting all day off and on,” she tells me.

“Hey Buddy, Happy Birthday! I hope you are enjoying your birthday present. Your wife has gone to a lot of trouble and effort to make it special. From what she’s done already I know you know that. She’s quite a gal, but you know that more than anyone. And, lucky you, she’s got more up her sleeve. I think you know already that I sent her some toys to help her make your day extra fun. You are about to find out that what I sent included a Kink E-Stim Power box and some fun accessories that go with it. It’s their new K250-4S. My buddies that are into electro play tell me this is the newest best power box in the market. I know you always wanted an ET312, but you were too cheap to buy yourself one. Well, now you have something that is supposed to be even more versatile and powerful.”

He continues, “It has the newest version of software with all the new bells and whistles. I can even operate it from here, so be good to your wife tonight or I’ll have her turn over the controls. I know you’re going to love it you sick fuck! I’m going to talk her through the set up. You are going to have some fun while you are all wrapped up. She tells me you’re going to be strapped down for the next four hours. I promise that you’ll be entertained for the duration. If not, call me and we can change the settings and fry your butt.”

He then redirects the conversation to my wife. After considerable time, and some startling test shocks and buzzes, they get the programming set. I tried my best to listen in but the wrap over my ears muffled a lot of it. I did hear them talk about setting to select different modes at random with alternating periods of On and Off time. I also heard that it has something like 15 factory loaded modes or stimulation routines, some with names like Intense, Wave, Stroke, Climb, Rhythm, Orgasm, and Torment. I am about to experience all of them, like it or not. They work on adjusting the settings so that my abuse will have limits. This power unit can well exceed anything I can handle. Mike has my mistress watch to see how much my body jumps even though it’s secured tight and if I respond with sounds, good or bad.

And I heard the call end, while it was a lot of techno talk, I could tell they were having fun. The two of them have always got along great, Mike is just as happy to talk with her for an hour as he does with me. “I’m headed back upstairs, have fun. The monitor is on, and I’ll be back down from time to time to play with you should the mood strike me.” I feel a pat on my shoulder and then nothing. She has turned on music, but I can barely hear it. I can’t see. I cannot move. All one can do is ponder the world, one’s predicament, daydream and fantasize, maybe sleep, and wait. And I do. I’m not concerned about a four-hour duration. She has kept me once before that long.

I was held much longer out West. I don’t have any say in the matter unless I want to quit and I surely don’t. I wait, knowing my butt will soon light up. It didn’t take long. The control box started me off easy, a pleasant slow to fast buzzing with a push pull feel. There would be many others. Each is different, some I loved, some I hated, it mattered not, I couldn’t select them, stop them, or escape them. Mine to endure and suffer. The bound submissive life I fantasize was made real by a loving wife.

After the first mild round, the second proved challenging, then the third was sexually exciting. Three rounds and three different experiences. Over the next four hours there would be almost a hundred of them. I would come to learn the many modes. However, if asked, the modes and mode combinations provide feelings that are hard to describe. By themselves there were distinct sensations. One was a tingling that was a mild, pleasant feeling that I would describe as like a gentle tickle. Another was a pricking that felt like sharp tiny pinpricks. There was a buzzing that was a continuous vibrating that sometimes was steady and sometimes pulsating.

Speaking of pulsing, similar but different was a rhythmic, throbbing sensation that varied in intensity and frequency. There was a hard ticklish feeling that was at times pleasant and at other times uncomfortable. I’m not sure how or why but at times it caused a warmth deep within me. There were constant involuntary muscle twitches that when delivered at the right frequency and intensity were like heaven, and when they were stronger, and they often were, it was agony.

One mode that was part of many combinations was what I would call throbbing, a deep pulsing sensation that at times seemed to mimic my heartbeat and at other rounds would be a massage feeling. One mode I hated, it delivered pure pain. A stinging sharp, intense long zap or repetitive zaps that ranged from mildly uncomfortable to highly painful. The random programming injected these in at the oddest times, often wrecking a program that was causing wonderful internal feelings. Occasionally, when the off time was short for 3 or 4 reps, I would have numbing and the routines would fade in their impact. This usually self-corrected with the unit delivering an exceptionally high tempo intense session or I would get hit with one of the hard pain jolts.

I think my favorite is what I’ll call euphoric waves. These were slow build waves of charges that made my muscles convulse and my body shake. These would grow and grow till I wanted to cry out in joyous ecstasy, an unbelievable intense arousal. Each time this type of program would run it was subtly different, always varying patterns and intensities. There was buzzing and vibrating that could be rapid or continuous sensations that at times were gentle and other time intense vibrations that gave me whole body shakes but still centered in my rectum.

Also, there was a mode that was a light intermittent sensation that felt like soft fluttering that seemed to be occurring on the underside of my skin. There were rhythmic, deep sensations that felt like gentle thumping or tapping deep inside me. These different modes could cause my whole body to jolt or twitch too. The large size and mass of the electro plug added to the sensation as it added pressure and a feeling of weight inside me as my rectum gripped it tight as it fired off its charges.

One extended-run routine I remembered challenged my endurance to tolerate the play. It started with a combination set of modes that kept changing the speed from very gradual to brisk and then an abrupt stop, before starting all over again. When it finally ended it was just a minute of rest before I felt my body being stroked by a unique “push/pull” effect, constantly varying between a deeper stroke, then switching to a longer stroke and back again. A much better sensation. Then just a minute later I was subjected to a pattern that started so slow it was irritating and then it suddenly went so fast that my body begged for it to slow down so I wouldn’t piss myself.

With the stroke rate constantly changing I could never get used to any pattern. There were times when ‘thrusting’ and ‘stroking’ sensations went into combat with each other. There would be periods where just a simple repetitious mode would play, then the next time there would be a combination of several effects, toggling between them. The level and frequency often changed mid-round, and to my regret at times it went all the way up to an intense mode that would make me strain so hard against my restraints that I thought I would break free. The straps would allow for none of that.

So, my mind and my body got to experience feelings ranging from ultimate agony to absolute euphoria and everywhere in between. I was at times in heaven, sometimes in hell. I was loving it. As I had previously said, this is my favorite form of bondage, and the surprise of each volley was the perfect entertainment for a bondage slut. Curiously, my tormentors had programmed the controls to automatically adjust the pulse frequency over a wide range and that changes the “feel.” It would create too often what I’ll describe as “urgency” rapidly bringing me close to or over the edge. The unit was smart enough to know that even as varied as each mode was, over time the body gets used to the electric impulses, so it slowly increases the power and intensity of each new attack.

I also was treated to visits by my beloved. I was always startled as I couldn’t hear or see her approach. Sometimes it was simply her passionately kissing me. Other times to do devious things like when she took safety shears and cut small circles around my plastic bound nipples. She then sucked on them, making them hard, before applying nipple clamps, screwing them down tight before slipping away. This provided an alternative pain to the one happening in my rectum. They remain there for at least an hour before she returned, with her post removal fondling and sucking of my nipples bringing new excruciating torture as the blood circulation returned. They would remain sensitive for hours. The best visit came at about the three-hour mark. With my body exhausted, overstimulated, sexually frustrated, and still completely secured, she again took shears, and this time cut free my cock and balls.

She then made tremendous love to them, first with her fantastic lips and tongue actions along with her silky-smooth hands and then after I was as hard and engorged as possible, she fucked me silly as the electro program continued to dance intermittently inside me. My climax and ejaculation were fantastic and so needed by this time. She kept me mounted till she coaxed out every bit of seed from my testicles. It was spinning around time, and her dripping vagina had again arrived at my mouth. She sat tightly against me, knowing that with my nose covered with wrap I must either lick her clean or suffocate. I opted for taking back my cum. It would remain a coating in my mouth till she ended this game an hour later.

After intercourse and subsequent cum consumption, it was another hour in solitude, dancing to whatever routine the Kink box felt like serving up. Some truly drive me over the edge despite my body and mind fighting the initial depression and desire to go on, that any guy has after an ejaculation. Usually when I am in wrap, I have a long time to contemplate the world and my life. The Kink played havoc with that solitude, never knowing when it would interrupt my thoughts. Sometimes there would be just a minute between zaps, other times I anxiously waited for five or more minutes to know if I was going to be in agony or ecstasy. I would never know what was coming and that wears on the mind. I was glad when she finally turned off the box and cut me out. I was sad too.

It took some time to secure me up this way and releasing me likewise takes a while. First came off the cargo straps, that alone offered my body relief. She then began the laborious task of cutting me out of the wrap and slowly pulling it free of my body in a manner that my skin would not be harmed. She thankfully began with my head and face. When my eyesight was restored, I discovered she had returned to wearing her black leather dominatrix ensemble. She is so hot and stunning in this outfit. Even now I get hard thinking about her wearing it. Always a super turn on for me. Her look was not of a rescuer but of a woman intent on dominating her toy well into the evening.

With my head, face and neck free, she systematically worked down my body and limbs, peeling away the five layers that encased me in small sections. As I gained enough freedom, she had me stand to do the final peeling from my back and hind legs. I loved it as she wrapped me and loved it just as much having it removed after four long hours. She asks, “Did you like your new toy? Do you want to keep it in for the rest of the night?”

“Yes, Ma’am I really, really enjoyed it, the pain and pleasure it gave me was amazing. It was a wonderful birthday gift. I must thank Mike profusely for sending the toy, and No Ma’am, no more tonight, please no more jolts, please take it out, my butt can’t take any more electroshocks,” I say in a somewhat pleading voice. I am also ecstatic as I realize, based on her dress and on what she just said we are not done playing yet. Usually, my shrink wrapping is the finale of our bondage play. She did mention 24 hours this morning, wow, attagirl!

Chapter 11: It’s Dark Outside, Painful Inside She gives me a bottle of water which serves to both hydrate me and clear my mouth. “Give me your wrists,” she commands, and the leather cuffs are again buckled and locked on. She is mimicking my west coast treatment of always being kept bound. Another suggestion I assume they gave her. My hands are secured together behind me. The ankles are next, and they are connected with a short chain between them. She then begins applying a lotion to my skin. I’m not sure if this is to soothe my skin after being in the wrap or what. It does bring my attention back to the fact that my body is hairless, so weird.

She covers my entire body including my face, even my ears and toes, but curious enough not my dick and sack. Interesting. She then simply says, “Mosquito repellent, you’re on your own with your privates because I don’t have a desire to lick repellent.”

It hits me immediately; we are headed outside. It is dark out, and our backyard is somewhat isolated from the neighbors’ view. But this isn’t Vegas. I don’t want to be seen naked and in bondage being controlled by my wife. On the other hand, outside bondage is a big-time fantasy of mine. She knows it and Mike knows it. So, it only makes sense that they would have included it in her plans for me. I’m excited and intrigued as to what this escapade will entail. She then puts a second bottle of water to my lips to drink.

I barely get to drink it down when she says, “Let’s go,” and she grabs my penis as before to guide me. This time I can see which is helpful. We head out the slider in the direction of the pool. This concerns me as the deck is well illuminated with overhead string lights, but she swings wide of it, and we pass in the shadows. Dressed as she is, she doesn’t want to be seen either. The pool is now behind us and we are on the gentle grass slope that leads down towards the rear wooded track of our property.

She stops about ten feet in front of the white three rail estate style fence that we used in the backyard to separate our ‘kept’ lawn and the area we call ‘our south forty’ the wilder grass area between the woods and our house. I’m somewhat relieved as this area is visually isolated with evergreen trees and other shrubs we have planted along the perimeter. It would be hard for the neighbors to see us. Unless of course, they should be walking their dogs deep in their own backyards. She lets go of my dick and tells me to, “Get down on your knees.” A little bewildered but still obedient, I do as I am instructed. She sets a lawn chair in front of me and sits down.

She then shows me an odd shaped phallic-looking goldish brown vegetable. “Do you know what this is?” I’m asked.

“No Ma’am.”

It’s very fresh ginger root, the fresher the more intense,” she tells me. “Do you know what ‘figging’ is?” she asks.

“No Ma’am.”

“Well, you are about to find out. While you were being electro zapped, I skinned and carved a plug from one of the legs of the root. See, it looks much like the shape of your vibrator plugs. I’m going to lightly peel another layer from the plug, so the plug’s surface is fresh and juicy.” And as I kneel in front of her, I watch her delicately skin a thin layer off the ginger root. “This of course is going up your butt, so bend over and put your face into the grass and spread your knees wide apart.” This raises my butt and opens it to her. She then with a bit of twisting and pushing, slides her ginger plug into my rectum.

She then unlocks my wrist cuffs from behind my back and tells me to lie down on my back in the grass. She adds, ”Behave, cooperate, and do not resist as I resecure your bonds or I will carve another slither of root and force it down your penis hole,” convincingly said in a factual, no-nonsense, yet playful way.

She gets right to work, and I realize she has had the site prepared before our arrival. She shifts me around just a bit and then attaches the hooks of cargo straps to my ankle cuffs. I was shown a few days later where the other ends were already attached, and that is to two adjacent posts of our fence. The straps are adjusted and then ratcheted until the slack is gone. My wrists are then pulled perpendicular to my body and also attached to cargo straps, adjusted and ratcheted to remove slack. I’m amazed at how much she put into the day for me.

To ready this site for tying me down she had gotten two 18 inch pressure treated 4x4s we had in the shed and with a post hole digger, made a hole on each side of where I now lay, wide enough apart to accommodate my wing span and room to make the ratchets work, sunk them and filled and tamped the holes so that they were firmly rooted just at the ground surface. She then installed quarter-inch eye hooks into the tops of the 4x4s to accept the end hooks of the straps.

With me now secured to the four posts she then goes back and ratchets again each limb till I am stretched taught. She checks the tension and then goes back once again and adds one more ratchet pull to each limb. I’m here to stay till she decides otherwise. She is not done. She puts a leather O-ring collar from our bondage collection around my neck, not too tight, and buckles it. She then takes two tent pegs and hammers them into the ground, catching the rings adorning each side of the collar, being careful in the dark to not hit me. My neck and head have been basically secured and immobilized, just like my limbs.

I find myself outside, fixed to the ground, just beyond the glow of the strung pool lights, naked, going nowhere. She wanders away saying “I’m going to get myself a snack.” I’m alone… actually, I’m not. I realize nature is all around me. That gives me the willies. I am directly on the grass. The thought of bugs and other crawly things come to mind. Deer, the woods are full of them. We have raccoons, squirrels, groundhogs and the like. I am defenseless, except for the mosquito repellent. And then I feel it, there is a glow in my butt. The buildup is slow. The ginger oils are starting to mingle with the delicate and well abused tissues of my rectum.

It started simply with a noticeable warm feeling, then tingling. Then more and more of a burning sensation. I find out later that this is ‘figging’ and freshness increases the ginger’s potency. So does clenching one’s sphincter muscles which I involuntarily continue to do. About twenty minutes later I am in unsupervised full blown rectal agony. My butt is reeling in pain, but I’ll admit it is a pain/pleasure. My currently absent Love has become a demon. I love it, even if it lasts only for today.

Earlier I had my bag scorched with Icy Hot. That was excruciating and concentrated. I wanted more than anything to have my arms free so I could cradle them. They were trapped, balls squeezed tight and squished in a bag too small for them, constricted by an unyielding vise that separated them from their beloved dick and body. Oh, would someone stop driving hot imaginary needles into them! And the involuntary natural yanking to get away and save them that occurred, worried me that I would tear actual tendons, or muscles, or what

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