Disclaimer. Any similarities between the people here depicted and persons living or deceased is entirely unintentional and the author wishes to apologise in advance for any mistaken impression that may arise.
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It was in the third week of our 'relationship,' when we realised it just was not working out.
We had spent our first week together fixing up the cellar, installing the equipment and then the finishing touches like the mood lighting in red green and blue as well as yellow and clear neon, all controlled remotely from a digital handset that controlled the CCTV and door locks and also operated various vibrators and toys as well if you could remember the codes. Pattie was surprisingly good with electronics, and then it was done, tastefully finished in dungeon like blacks and greens, and she moved into the dungeon. 24/7.
We had rules, she stayed in the cellar area, it had a bathroom with shower, Microwave, Computer, a few blankets, a refrigerator, exercise bicycle, weights, rowing machine, everything she needed.
She was normally chained loosely, clothes were forbidden but she had an emergency set in case of fire and the chains had quick release cuffs just in case, but otherwise she was my own private fuckslut and never set foot outside her dungeon.
That evening I came home from work, prepared her meal brought it down to the dungeon for her and went back to the kitchen where I ate my Chicken Curry ready meal wishing that I could go back to the days before Pattie became my own live in sex slave and I could go back to pub meals and getting home drunk at ten thirty.
I then reflected how much easier it now was to get laid and after a quick shower it was play time.
I remember we were in the cellar by the big wheel just along from the stocks, when it happened, just by the wall rings where she had been chained earlier, and everything glowed orange in the red glow of the mood lighting and Pattie shuddered gently as tied her hands and feet to the wheel with soft red ropes before I started to add the blue body ropes for a Japanese Hog Tie.
I passed the rope round under her soft but shapely breasts five times and tied it off and then took the rope around her left breast three times and asked her, "How's that?" I asked.
"Nng!" she said and nodded, so I tied it off and wound the other end around her right breast, round three times and tie off, then checked it was not too tight.
"Nng," she said past her gag and nodded before I even asked.
She was tied to the iron bound rim of the specially constructed wooden wheel, essentially a wagon wheel, six feet nine in diameter, her hands and feet tied to a spoke each and her neck to a further spoke, carefully bound with thick blue cord, firm enough to hold her but not too tight to mark or hurt her.
It was almost second nature now, I could do it on automatic pilot and so there I was entirely dressed in black leather with my semi hard tool hanging out tying my gorgeous house slave to the fuck wheel and I was thinking about pub grub and car insurance.
She offered no resistance indeed Pattie had helped me install the wheel and the stocks during our first week together, cementing the huge tilting boss assembly in place that first day and then helping me manhandle the wheel into place. My bespoke spoked BDSM wheel, it cost a fortune, the boss assembly on a pedestal which was fully adjustable from horizontal to vertical, came from California, the wheel from a wagon restoration firm near Cromer, and a firm of builders did most of the preparation but obviously not the installation, that was down to Pattie and me.
I looked at Pattie, she looked out disinterestedly through the eye holes in her black latex hood so to et a reaction I turned her around so she was head down with the wheel axis slightly off the horizontal but not much.
She was naked as ever apart from her black latex hood but tonight she had forgotten to take off her crucifix, she wasn't allowed to wear it but she had taken to wearing it despite me or perhaps to spite me.
"Hey," I said as I reached out to remove it, "That could get caught in something."
She rolled her eyes, the hood hid her long golden hair and with eye nose and mouth holes it completely hid her features, which was a shame for she really was beautiful, though the mouth ring built into the hood made fucking her face delightfully easy.
The car insurance jingle went through my mind again, damn it!
I changed the mood lighting to green on the handset and set the vibrator in her ass to medium, or would have done if I could have remembered the code.
"Is the ass vibro 87 or 67?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Which?" I demanded as I pulled the ball gag away from her mouth hole and the ring holding her mouth open.
"Thwicksty sleven," she explained, "Ooooohh,"
Damn, I had set it on full, "Sorry," I apologised as I slowed it down.
Bloody hell I'm supposed to be the master, I fumed, my tool shrank again, maybe it was too cold in the dungeon, maybe leather pants with the front cut away wasn't ideal.
The wheel was great except for BJs and that's what I needed as the hub height was set up for screwing obviously she had to be horizontal to line her mouth up with my tool and that meant her head was sideways, less than ideal but I twizzled her around and spragged the wheel horizontal and just sort of fed my semi into her mouth hole.
She snorted, "Huck," she said.
It was the final straw, "Oh damn you!" I snapped, "What the hell are you playing at?"
"Hee!" she squealed, "Hor hot hart!"
"What!" I demanded and I peeled her hood off wrenching the ring gag fitting from her mouth quite brutally.
"You're not even hard!" she protested.
"Sorry," I said.
"What the hell good is sorry!" she said, "You know," she snapped angrily, "I've had enough!"
"Really?" I agreed, "You've had enough, well that makes two, that's you and me both!"
"You're tired of me already?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes, if you must know," I agreed, "Yes I'm bored!" I agreed.
"What really?" she asked in stunned disbelief, "Bored already?"
"Absolutely, lets call it a day, knock it on the head," I suggested, "Forget the whole thing, the deal's off!"
"But you promised!" she said, "I do a gap year as your slave and you fund my masters."
I pulled the sprag lever and turned her head down.
"You're upside down," she said and giggled, suddenly she seemed very appealing, vulnerable and girly without the mask.
"Can I kiss you?" I asked, "Do you think?"
"I can't stop you," she said.
"Physically," I asked, "If I lie full length, can we kiss mouth to mouth but opposite ways up?"
"Try it?" she suggested
I tried, "Ohhh its cold!" I complained as my tool touched the cold flagstone floor of the cellar.
"Don't be such a baby!" she exclaimed, "Come closer."
I took her face in my hands and kissed her mouth, it was surreal, she was upside down, we kissed and straight away my tool reared.
"You're hard," she said, I went to pull away, "No stay kiss me, rub your cock on the floor until you cum."
"What?" I gasped.
"You heard," she said, "Kiss me, it's nice."
"I'm not rubbing myself until I cum!" I protested.
"Go on, do it for me, just wank yourself against the cold hard stone until you spurt," she said, "Please, pretty please," and she giggled.
I kissed her lips again and almost immediately her tongue invaded my mouth, I started to tongue wrestle her and my tool really strained and the tip rubbed on the cold hard stone a strange feeling so different to sinking deep in side her and feeling the tingling of her ass vibro coursing through her cunt walls and then quite suddenly I was cumming, I felt so angry with myself.
"Gosh," she said, "That looks really weird."
"What?" I asked.
"Well seeing you upside down is a bit non standard," I explained.
"My head is throbbing," she said, "And the vibro feels funny."
"We'll call it a day for now then?" I queried.
"Yes, lets go down the pub," she suggested.
"The deal is you stay in the dungeon and pander to my every sexual need!" I reminded her.
"Sex in the pub car park?" she suggested.
"Watching you cumming," she
"Oh yes, security lights, closed circuit TV," I pointed out.
"We could have a meal?" she suggested.
"Isn't my cooking to your taste?" I asked.
"Oh oui, pommes der terre a la Microwave," she said, "You're hopeless, you should let me cook." she suggested.
"Then you aren't locked up all day." I pointed out.
"But I'm bored!" she said, "This is really fucking boring ok?" she said, "All my friends are having a great time and all I get is screwed for half an hour and two hot meals a day, otherwise I don't see you."
"I'll get a reciprocating fucking machine," I suggested.
"No!" she said, "Look maybe it was a mistake ok, maybe I'm not cut out to be a sex slave?"
"But we've got all the gear now, the hoist and the tripod and the wheel," I explained.
"And it was fun, making it all work, but we've done it all now, it's all boring repetition," she said.
"What you enjoyed installing it," I asked incredulously, "I thought we would never get the cement dust out of your hair."
"We did it together though didn't we, we were a team Brian," she said, "Not master and slave."
"But Pattie," I explained, "It cost most of last years bonus and I worked hard for that bonus, this way I get my fantasy and you get the money for an education."
"You don't work hard Brian," she sneered, "You're a banker, you borrow at half a per cent and lend at ten, any idiot could make a killing doing that."
"And you're upside down with a vibrator in your ass," I said.
"Riverside pub, a few pints, a curry on the way home," she suggested, "I'll stick to Coke and do the driving?"
I looked her in the eye, "You're on," I said, "Why not!"
"Brian!" she said in alarm, "You were supposed to say no!"
"No, it's good, we'll do it," I said and I absentmindedly started to untie her breasts.
"Tip me up the right way please," she asked.
"In a minute," I agreed.
"And can you take the vibro out of my bottom please?" she asked.
"If I must," I agreed and I extracted the dildo and released the wheel to spin her upright.
There were big red marks over her breasts, "I suppose I had better wear a cardigan," she said.
"Oh hell, what about clothes?" I asked.
"There's the emergency spares for if I needed the doctor," she explained, "And the rest is in the loft."
"Right," I agreed.
"Brian," she said, "You need to change too you look really stupid with your penis hanging out."
"Ok," I agreed and I released her arms,"You can untie yourself now can't you?" I asked.
"Yes," she agreed
