A while ago, I tied Katie to her bed and ate her pussy, and after that we fucked. She enjoyed the sex part but she has told me it would have been much better for her if the bondage part had been heavier. Being tied to a bed is okay but it's nothing compared to chains and shackles in a dungeon. Neither of us owns a dungeon or knows where there is one for rent but Katie has recently had some special equipment installed in her basement and she wanted me to go over to her house and help her put it to use.
At midnight on the night agreed upon, dressed all in black including a hood, I used the key she had loaned me to let myself into her house. Katie was wearing a silky nightgown and pretending to be asleep in her bed on the first floor. Guided by the nightlights, I crept up to her bed, seized her wrists and handcuffed them behind her. Once her wrists were secure, she pretended to wake up and cry out in fear. She thrashed around on the bed, struggling against the manacles, but to no avail.
"Who are you?" she cried. "What are you doing in my house? What do you want?" Katie continued trying to get free from her metal bonds. I said nothing. We had decided that I would be more menacing if I remained silent at this time.
She is a small enough woman and I am big enough that I was able to lift her across my shoulder. Momentarily, her struggles ceased while I was lifting her but they resumed once she was securely held in place. "No! No!" she cried as I started to carry her toward the door. "I won't go. You have no right!" She continued to fight with me as I carried her through her bedroom door and to the open door that led to the basement. Besides the door being open, she had left the lights on so I wouldn't have to fumble to find them.
To avoid accidents, she rested quietly across my shoulder as I carried her down the wooden steps but once I reached the bottom, she again tried to get free. Besides squirming and thumping her knees against my chest, Katie kept up a stream of curses and questions. "Who are you? What is this place? You bastard, what are you doing to me?" I still gave no answers.
Hanging from the high ceiling next to one wall is a block and tackle with a chain running through it. One end of the chain hangs loose and the other is connected to a steel ring. Two short chains run off the ring and the other ends of those chains are secured to the ends of a wooden bar, which was lying just then on the basement floor next to the wall. Well padded shackles are connected to either end of the wooden bar.
Next to the wooden bar, seemingly out of place, is a thick foam mattress. Katie doesn't want herself or anybody else getting bruised or otherwise hurt against the cement floor so this is a compromise. Another wooden bar with a padded manacle attached to either end lies at the other end of the mattress. Kneeling on the soft foam, I dumped my victim near one of the restraints on the second bar, grabbed her arms and securely fastened her right wrist. Katie kicked at me as I held her left wrist with both hands, pressed the button to release the handcuffs and forced her over to the other manacle where I securely locked the other wrist in place.
This left her with both arms firmly attached to the wooden bar so she was unable to fight back with her hands but she still tried to kick me whenever she could, being careful to avoid any vital places. During our struggle, her nighty had been pulled up and her beautiful pussy and well-rimmed pubic hair were exposed. I could see and smell her delightful juices, already trickling down her crotch from her arousal at what had already happened to her, and we both knew the best part was still ahead of us. As she cursed me and kicked at my chest, I grabbed her ankle, turned around and pulled her by it toward the other wooden bar. Because I was on the outside of the captive leg, she couldn't really kick me very hard but I could feel her bare heel bouncing off my back and arm. Once that ankle was secured to the second bar, there was one more to go before the real fun started.
"Let me go, you beast!" Katie demanded. I remained silent; I had said nothing at all so far. "Please, please let me go." I ignored both demands and pleas.
Her second ankle was the easiest to catch and immobilize since she had so little range of movement. Once that was secured, Katie lay spread-eagled and helpless, her lower limbs attached to one bar and her upper limbs firmly shackled to the other. I wasn't sure but I thought she had realized it was useless and stopped struggling and her squirming on the mattress was just caused by her sexual arousal. From the way her pussy was lubricating, I knew that was at least part of the reason.
I spoke then for the first time. "We have you now, my pretty. You will learn what happens when you defy us." For melodramatic effect, I twirled my mustache with my fingers while I smirked wickedly at her.
"Oh, please let me go. I'll be good. I'll do anything you want."
Once again, I grinned at her in my most evil fashion but said nothing more. I seized the loose end of the chain and started pulling on it. After the slack had been taken up, Katie started being dragged across the mattress by her feet and she could see the first wooden bar starting to be pulled up the wall.
She screamed. "Stop! Oh, please stop! What are you doing to me?"
I looked at her over my shoulder, grinned evilly again and said, "You'll see. And when you find out, you'll wish you didn't know"
As I kept pulling on the chain, the bar continued up, her shackled feet following. Katie's ass bumped against the wall of the "dungeon" and followed her feet up, and was followed in turn by her shoulders and arms, and even the bar that held her arms was raised slightly above the basement floor. Her nightgown slid down her body, until it covered her face, fully exposing her pussy and her lovely breasts. Once her bare pussy was at the level of my mouth, I stopped hoisting her and slipped a link of the chain over a large hook embedded deeply in the wall for that purpose. Katie was hanging upside down on the wall, her pussy and every part of her body completely helpless, for me to do with as I chose. Although she was helpless, she was not in pain because the bar connected to her wrists was not heavy enough to put any strain on her muscles.