Willpower · Part 1

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I looked down at my waistline and sighed. It was the hardest thing in the world for me to keep even a reasonably good figure. I was always thinking about how I could get away with eating what I shouldn’t. Lately I had even taken to sneaking food when my partner Alex wasn’t looking. Only small things like a piece of bread with thick butter on or a handful of peanuts which I had said were just for him.

He had no trouble keeping slim, he could eat what he liked but part of that was his demanding job of being a self-employed gardener. He was always doing hard physical work, bending, stretching and struggling.

I tried not to moan about my lack of willpower but I did. Alex always replied that I just wasn’t serious, that I could do it if I wanted and that I wasn’t too badly overweight anyway. Standing at 5’6” I weighed 10 stone. I felt heavy though and went about miserably whenever it came to summer.

This summer Alex had managed to wangle a job in Somerset looking after 4 acres for two months. His regulars were pissed but he promised he would come back to our home in Hertfordshire once a month and stay two days to just do the bare minimum. I was pleased that the job was on a remote estate, it meant I could sunbathe without anyone seeing me. However I still complained, sighed and tutted every time I looked at myself in the mirror.

Finally the time came to leave and I packed everything while Alex finished up some last minute mowing for a woman he had been going to for years. He arrived sweaty and tired but insisted on putting our luggage in the van himself before he had a shower. The journey was uneventful except when I ate a burger at the motorway services, then felt awful for doing it and was quiet for nearly an hour.

The estate was beautiful and we were introduced to the owners by the gardener who was going off on a once in a lifetime holiday to Australia. We were shown our cottage, a short drive from the house, surrounded by a huge Yew hedge offering the privacy I wanted. The workload was quite light mainly because Alex had the help of one other guy called Mark.

We carried in our luggage after we were told he only had to work the morning the next day. It would be nice to be with him in such a peaceful place. I noticed a bag I hadn’t remembered packing and Alex quickly took it away.

‘Your birthday surprise.’ He said.

‘But my birthday isn’t till August when we get back?’

‘Ah well I didn’t want it lying around our house to get stolen did I?’

I forgot about it while I unpacked and had a little walk around the garden. It was lovely but there wasn’t an awful lot to do apart from sunbathe and eat. That night, after a meal I cooked on the ancient cooker from all the stuff we bought, Alex began kissing me.

‘Can’t you wait for bed?’ I asked trying to pull my top back down.

‘No and I know why you don’t want me to see you.’

‘Oh yeah, why?’ I said suddenly annoyed.

‘Because you have too much fat on you.’

I was stunned, Alex normally never made hurtful comments, tears formed and I held my mouth in a thin line unwilling to answer him.

‘Good. Now you know what I really think. I am sick to death of telling you that you look Ok when I know you need to lose weight. Face it you want to lose it too.’

I still didn’t answer.

Alex looked so different as he stood in front of me looking down at me from his 6’1”.

‘Come with me.’ he demanded.

He grabbed my arm so hard I was sure it would leave a bruise and I yelped in surprise. In the bedroom I had put everything away neatly and even stowed the ‘birthday present’ under the bed so I wouldn’t be tempted. Now Alex dragged it out and unzipped the small black holdall. He tipped the contents onto the bed and my mouth fell open in horror. Lying on the bed were two pairs of black leather handcuffs, one a size bigger than the other. An inch wide leather collar with a lock dangling from it and several strong looking padlocks.

‘You bought me bondage stuff for my birthday!!’I said shocked.

‘I bought you some willpower.’ He answered smiling.

I wasn’t smiling, I had always thought people using stuff like that were sick. I looked down at the waist belt with its large circular lock, the silky black bags and the coils of silvery chain.

‘How is that will power?’ I scoffed and began to walk from the room, ‘If this is a joke it’s a crappy one.’

Alex didn’t answer but he didn’t come out of the bedroom either. I was annoyed that he would hurt my arm and mad at his idea but in the end like just like my food cravings I had to satisfy my curiosity.

It was dark in the bedroom, the light had gone quite quickly, the big hedges saw to that. As I walked into the room I saw that Alex had gone to bed. There were no things on the bed so I guessed he had just given up and was now sulking. He must have thought that here away from the thin walls in our flat was a good place to start this new fad. No such luck. I wasn’t having any of it. Wearing my knee length nightie I padded to the loo and back and then settled down to sleep confident in my victory over his perversity.

The first thing I heard in the morning was a kettle whistling, I couldn’t believe people still had kettles that you had to put on the gas. The birds were singing loudly as I started to stretch.

I couldn’t!!

‘Alex!’ I screamed, feeling my breath restricted by a tight grip round my waist. ‘No!’

Alex came in smiling.

‘Hello sweetheart, you slept well because I spiked your water. I know you like to have a drink before you go to sleep.’

‘But… Alex please! How could you! I don’t want you to do this.’

‘Penny, do you trust me?’

‘Yes but…’

‘No but’s. I want you to do as I say. If you do I can give you rewards. If not I will punish you.’

‘Punish me. You wouldn’t dare.’

‘Oh yes I would.’ I looked at him, he was excited. It was obvious by his boxer shorts tented out at the front. Surely he wouldn’t make me have sex like this. Reaching out with one sinewy arm he dragged the covers off me. I gasped as I looked at myself.

My ankles were wearing the cuffs with a short chain between, my waist was pinched in and the flab stuck out at the bottom making me cringe, I closed my eyes.

‘Look at yourself.’

I didn’t until I felt a sharp sting.

‘What… ouch!’

Alex stood over me with a little black whip, like a cat-o-nine tails.

‘Now look.’ I did after first glowering at him.

‘See what work we have to do. This has to go and it will before you get to your birthday.’

‘Oh come on, you can’t be serious.’ I struggled with the cuffs behind my back but I guessed they were locked just as the belt and ankle cuffs were. ‘You can’t do this.’

‘You’re wrong Pen, we are here for two months and I’ve already told people you are looking forward to not being disturbed to do your writing.’

‘No, please Alex, you can’t keep me like this for two months.’

He smiled and I shivered.

‘Here have some hot tea. Careful now, it’s all you get till my tea break.’

‘But what if I need the bathroom!’

‘I’ll take you before I leave and I advise you to use the time.’

‘In front of you, come on!’

‘You have plenty of times before, willingly, when we were hurrying to get ready to go out.’

‘That’s different.’

‘Sorry Pen that’s your choice. Come drink your tea, I don’t want to be late.’

I turned my head away from him and smothered a sob into the pillow. ‘Fuck off.’ I muttered.

Another sharp sting snapped at my thigh and I cried out.

‘I don’t care if you don’t drink but you will get up and use the bathroom. I don’t want any mess to clear up when I get back.’

He tugged at my elbow and made me swing my legs onto the floor.

‘How can I walk like this?’

‘Slowly.’

I took tiny steps and made it to the loo. As I was naked I didn’t need my hands to pull down my pants and just sat awkwardly on the cold wooden seat.

‘Now you get busy while I get dressed. Then sit on the bidet and I will come wash you.’

I pouted but was relieved when he shut the door on me.

The bathroom was amazingly old but large and well equipped with a shower separate from the bath and a bidet of all things. I was soon done and with some difficulty I managed to press the lever to flush. I shuffled over to the bidet and nearly fell when I underestimated its height when trying to sit down. My squeal alerted Alex who came quickly. He smiled and gently washed me. He rinsed me off and then let the water rise in the basin until I was sitting in lovely warm water. He started to run his fingers over my pussy lips. I looked down but catching sight of my belly I looked away again, my excitement snuffed out. Alex looked up at me and I could see he knew what I was thinking.

After he dried me and led me back to bed he said he had left a straw in the tea if I changed my mind.

‘Don’t leave me here.’ I begged but he told me it was for my own good and walking out locked the door behind him.

The room was in a soft light from the thick net curtains and after nearly an hour, by our travel clock, I gave up trying to release myself. I was hot and exhausted. I cried a little and then fell asleep.

Alex coming home woke me and I heard the door unlock. I thought perhaps he would take pity on me if I begged again but he ignored me completely until I finally said I loved him.

‘I’m glad, I love you too. See you later.’

‘No!’ I screamed at the door as he locked it again.

My stomach started to growl at twelve and I hopped to the window to see if I could see Alex coming. I was starving. He didn’t come and at 1pm I began to panic. What if he’d had an accident, someone would come to find me, oh God.

At 1.45 he arrived smelling slightly of beer.

‘Sorry darling, I had to have a drink with Mark. We had a big pie each, I said you were just having a salad so there was no need for me to rush home.’

‘Are you planning to starve me to death, you bastard?’ I spat.

‘Do you want something to eat? Because if you do you’d better be nice to me.’

‘Please.’

‘Ok. Come in the kitchen I need to change things around.’

He was very careful to use some chain on my waist belt first securing me to the chair. Then he locked my ankles to the chair legs. Finally he released my hands and I could have them free to eat. He gave me a big plate of salad and some melon after. There was none of the cheese I normally ate, no bread, which meant no butter of course and I didn’t feel full at all.

‘I can’t go all afternoon on that.’

‘You won’t be. That’s for the whole day.’

‘No. I’ll die!’

‘Don’t be stupid Penny, you won’t die. That was more than enough to sustain you.’

‘But…’

‘Don’t bother me about food anymore. You can talk about something else but not food.’

He touched the whip he had put on the table out of my reach and I closed my mouth. I was quiet while I watched him eat a slice of apple cake big enough for both of us.

When he took me back to the bedroom he fixed my wrists to my sides using D rings on the waist belt so I would be more comfortable. I lay on the bed feeling miserable. I felt his weight beside me when he came back from the shower then I felt his hand on my breast. I looked over and he was staring at me.

‘You were a good girl at dinner. I think you deserve a reward.’

He flicked my nipple and I moaned. I asked if he was going to untie me.

‘No, not until I am sure you won’t disobey me.’

‘Oh Alex, what are you doing.’

His fingers were driving me mad and slowly they moved down and caressed the wide leather belt.

‘Soon this won’t be so tight.’ He said lightly kissing my wrists that were pinned to my sides. When he kissed my inner thighs I tried to stretch my hands to touch him but the padlocks weren’t giving and I moaned again.

He sat up and reaching under the bed he brought out one of the small black silky bags. My heart hammered but he had said I was to get a reward. He brought out a small leather case and opened it to reveal something about 4 or 5 inches long. It looked like a tuning fork. He told me it had cost him a small fortune but that it was my birthday gift. He showed me how it charged from a computer USB port and then switched it on. I could hardly see the vibrations and it was really quiet. I realised then what its shape was for. The tingles were tiny and I squirmed in order to keep in contact with it, my knees were apart, but my ankles together. Alex laughed quietly making me feel cheap but I was past caring as my hips bucked in a huge orgasm. The restraints somehow added to the feeling although I would have died rather than admit it.

I felt the wetness as Alex slid his fingers into me.

‘Jesus Penny, you’re so wet.’ He kissed me then and rolled me over so he could enter me from behind. He lifted my hips as I was unable and I knelt waiting until I felt at last his cock edge its way into me. He filled me and pulled out again over and over driving me mad. I was unsteady and relied on him to hold me. He used the waist belt and tucked his fingers under it, pulling me even closer to him. His pace quickened until he came with a hoarse cry.

We lay with Alex behind me on our sides until my hands were uncomfortable. I began to wriggle about until I had to lie on my back.

‘Alex…’ I began.

‘Oh come on this has gone far enough.’ I was getting mad. All the euphoria from my wonderful orgasm had gone and I was just fed up and really hungry.

Restrained as I was I did the only thing I could. I pinched his leg, hard, digging my nails in. He cried out and sat up.

‘Well you can forget having your hands free anytime soon. I had a routine worked out for you and I was thinking about being lenient but not now.’

He was really angry and looking at him I could see he meant it. I cursed myself for being so stupid, I should have waited until I had his trust then I could have made a move. He silently pulled me up off the bed and along to the bathroom where he left me and locked the door on me.

I did what I could and even managed to turn on the bidet dropping the plug carefully into place. I sat in the warm water and wondered what he would have done in the morning if I had continued to feel sexy. The thought made me warm again. I tried to move my hands to touch myself but I could reach no more than a couple of inches in either direction. I huffed sitting in the water until Alex came to dry me off. He held my arm roughly and steered me to the bed. When I saw the chains I stopped until he prodded me.

‘You’ll be comfortable here. I’m taking the sofa, it looks good enough.’

‘Please I’m sorry.’

I cried quietly while he attached my wrists to the headboard. I could reach my water glass and the jug but I looked at it suspiciously after the night before. My ankles were locked close together and to the footboard by a couple of feet of chain, meaning I could draw my legs up a little bit. When I got no reply to my pleading I grew silent and closed my eyes when he covered me with a soft quilt.

‘Sleep well.’ He said and locked the door on me.

I slept well but I wondered if it was to do with drinking the water from the jug or whether I was just exhausted.

I was taken to the bathroom without a word spoken. I knew what I had to do. As I struggled I noticed I had a bit more mobility in my hands. When I came out it was to a table filled with food. All healthy worst luck. There was dry wholemeal toast with no jam just Marmite. Porridge which I hated and a selection of fruit which I had bought thinking at the time it would be Alex eating it. There was no butter, no milky coffee or chocolate, just black coffee and tea.

I ate all I could but missed the tasty treat of salty butter and my milky coffee.

‘Penny I will trust you to be in the lounge today with the TV but I expect you to do some work this afternoon.’

‘What do you mean, I can’t go out like this!’

‘Oh yes you will. I will take you out after lunch and if you do what I tell you, you will get a meal this evening. If you don’t I have a punishment for you.’

I was terrified at the thought of being anywhere but safe within the walls of the cottage and spent the whole morning unable to concentrate on anything. The TV showed drivel anyway but I could not get to my lap-top in the other room. I had a chain just long enough to do a few steps before it pulled on my waist. It was attached to the leg of the biggest heaviest display case I had ever seen. It was solid wood and seemed to be screwed to the wall. I had no chance unless I had a hacksaw. I searched all the drawers I could reach but there was nothing remotely capable of sawing through the shining chrome chain.

I only knew the time when I bothered to watch the TV and soon it was twelve thirty and suddenly Alex came into the room looking hot and happy to see me on the sofa.

We ate a salad each, with no melon this time. He said he was going out after work to get a take-away and that if I behaved I would get something. I swallowed my irritation at the way he spoke to me and drank as much water as I could to fill me up. Something I would regret later.

With my hands locked again to my sides closely I stood watching in the back doorway as Alex unloaded something from the van. It looked like stacks and stacks of pots. He took them to the tiny kitchen garden at the back which was slightly overgrown with

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