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I was poking through the freezer in the pantry - my turn to make lunch - when I came across a small cardboard box I didn't recognize. Unlabeled and plain white, it was heavy for its size. I took it into the kitchen where there would be better light and placed it on the counter.
Inside was a series of gleaming metal cylinders in different sizes. The smallest were perhaps half an inch in diameter and an inch long, the largest the size of a large pocket torch battery. Each had a solid snap-hook in a loop at each end. The snap-hooks were moveable enough, but the loops were rock-solid.
The six objects were frosting up in the warmth and humidity. Closing the box, I poured two mugs of tea and went in search of the obvious source of answers. I found him in his lab, seated in front of a computer array. I leaned over and licked his ear in greeting, then replaced his empty mug with a full one. "Honey, what are these?"
His chair swivelled to face me, bringing his smiling lips within range of mine. An age later, he took the box from me and set it on the desk.
"Ice locks. They're made for the self-bondage set," he said, peering at them. "They come in two parts, one a hollow cylinder with thick walls and the other a snug-fitting piston that fits inside. You dunk them in water and put them in the freezer. When the water inside freezes, they're strong enough to hold a couple of pounds, but when the ice melts, they just fall apart."
"So why the different sizes?"
"The bigger ones are a bit stronger," he said. "But it's also a question of release time. The bigger ones take rather longer to thaw."
I smiled at the elegance of the idea and crouched down beside him, my head leaning on his shoulder. "I didn't know you were into this, hon. Some secret fetish you haven't mentioned? You can tell Mama." I reached down and hefted his pendulous balls.
His penis flopped as I did so. What a beautiful cock we shared!
"Not really. Bought them on a whim on that last conference trip and have been trying to think of what to do with them every since."
"Any ideas?"
"A few. Never really been a priority. Interested? Give me a bit."
"OK." I squeezed his scrotum gently while running my tongue over his lips, then rose to put the box back in the freezer.
He got engrossed in his thinking (not that unusual) and lunch was late. As he was clearing the dishes, he said, "I have an idea, but it'll take me a bit to set up."
"Can I help?" I asked. "Or is there an element of surprise?"
"No, thanks. I'm going to have to fill in the details as I go."
His scenes are worth waiting for and I had enough planned to fill my afternoon anyway.
"Let me know," I said. "I'll just be grading some essays." He nodded.
A couple of hours later, he knocked on the door frame to my office. My eyebrows rose in question and he nodded. I closed down my computer and followed him outside onto the veranda, overlooking the ocean.
"Some decisions have to be made," he intoned in his best Tim Curry voice. "First, who gets to be Played?"
I can be pretty selfish at times. I jumped up and down, right arm waving in the air, my breasts bouncing. "Sir! Sir! Me, please, Sir!"
He smiled and nodded. "OK, then. Next, shade or sun?"
I looked around. Today, mid-afternoon, was a hot one. Even slathered in sunblock, the heat would be a distraction from other things. As well, the hotter sun would speed up the ice locks. I waved my hand around us at the shade.
He smiled. "Give me a few minutes to finish. Bring a couple of cold drinks when you come, will you?"
When I returned with a pitcher of lemonade, I saw he'd been busy. A length of paracord had been run through a roof beam pulley in the shade under the broad veranda, then through a couple of other pulleys off to one side. Its centre end hung down to about six feet off the floor. Four other lengths hung from the ceiling off to the other side, each with a loop tied in the end.
We went through a lot of paracord in our house.
I helped myself, fastening cuffs on my ankles and wrists. This looked intriguing.
Off to one side on the floor was a row of four stainless steel mixing bowls of assorted sizes.
On a nearby table lay an arrangement of toys. My nipples perked up when I noticed his iPad-controlled vibrator set among them. Our small cooler bag stood beside them, along with a small broom and a spreader bar. Last in line was a pair of sandals I'd been talking about discarding. Each sandal now had a wire coming from its heel; Dr Frankenstein had obviously been busy.
He bowed formally. "Would milady care to take her place?"
I thought of curtseying in return, but our habitual and total lack of clothes at the villa made the idea silly. I simply nodded and stepped to the obvious position under the longest length of paracord.
He held my hands, clipped my wrist cuffs together in front. Then, lifting my tied hands to rest over his head on his shoulders, he began running his hands over me. I pulled him in and nibbled his lower lip, his beard tickling my chin. A fun few minutes, then he pulled back.
"We'll need to set up in a hurry so the locks won't melt too soon," he said.
I lifted my arms and his head ducked from between them.
Holding them up, he showed me the shoes. A small pressure pad had been hot-glued to the bottom of each heel. He slid them onto my feet, tightened the straps and then ran gentle fingertips up the insides of my legs, bottom to top. My pussy sucked in like a folding flower.
He opened the cooler and pulled out a large ice lock. "I ran into an issue," he said, fitting the cylinder into paracord leading through the arrangement of pulleys, thence to a meter-long wooden lever off to one side. "The lock itself isn't strong enough to hold you up by itself. But if we run the cord through a couple of pulleys and secure its end around the short end of a lever, it can hold a horse. Basic physics."
He adjusted the cord to my wrist cuffs so that I could stand upright without trouble, my arms stretched above my head. He fastened the spreader bar to my ankle cuffs, holding my feet well apart and exposing my inner thighs and womanhood.
I looked out to the sea waters surging below. Despite my position, I felt safe under his control - and very, very loved. So much trouble he'd gone to for me!
Moving swiftly, he clipped dangling vibrators on my nipples, just tight enough to hold them in place. Moving to the iPad, he touched the screen. He held it up to my eyes and I could read the setting at
ALL, RANDOM
. Nothing happened.
His cock was already hard in anticipation, swaying as he moved around.
