Foreword
This event takes place a couple of weeks after the events depicted in "Tiger by the Tail".
This is a male domination tale and frankly, I wasn't surprised when she didn't appear to want to participate in it initially. After all, she was usually superficially resistant to the idea of any sex at all, to begin with.
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Chapter One
Gaming
Having been successful using board games to get B.D.S.M. sex before (in "Rounds"), I thought I'd give it a try again. The memory of that night was strong in my mind but I could tell that she had dismissed it from hers.
We were playing a board game with the kids on the living room floor. She was winning and we were all having a lot of fun.
At one point she went out to the kitchen to get something to drink. I followed and we had a couple of moments alone.
I was smiling and it was good to see her so confident and upbeat. She appeared even a bit cocky, so I took the bull by the horns, as it were.
Smiling, I stepped in close to her and let my eyes hold her for just a moment. Then I said, "Seeing as how you think you're so great; why don't we play for private stakes? It would be just you and I. On the surface, we'd still have fun with the kids but if I win; you're mine to do with as I want."
"And if I win?" She was very confident that I would lose and it showed.
If I wanted the game to have meaning, her reward would have to be something she really wanted.
I spread my hands apart and lifted my palms up as I asked her, "What do you want?"
She thought about it for a moment and smiled and said, "You do all the cooking, cleaning, and laundry and most important...you don't bug me for sex...for a week!"
No real surprise there. She never wanted to do any of those things anyway. The fact that I helped a great deal around the house meant nothing to her. She was never satisfied and if she won, she'd get to coast entirely free of chores for seven days. For her, sex was a chore, probably because she didn't like to lose control and she was very uncomfortable with intimacy.
"Sure!" I said as I smiled, "All the chores and no sex for a week...if you win."
We shook hands and went back out to the living room to continue playing. On the surface, everything was as before. She continued to win and I was a distant last until the final quarter of the game. I had resigned myself to chores and a close relationship with my right hand.
Then fortune smiled upon me. It seemed I could do no wrong. The kids laughed and groaned as I swept past them. She looked on in shock as I quickly gained on her position.
In the end, I won quite handily. The kids offered their congratulations and went off to play outside. She looked down at her defeated game piece, then up at me in shock and a little fear.
She looked down again and said, "I can't believe I lost!"
"Will you honor your word?" I queried calmly but firmly. If she intended to wiggle out of this, I wanted to know now.
"Must you?" She asked resignedly.
"Oh yes! I absolutely must!" I said with the utmost conviction.
She looked down and said, "Well, then, it seems I have little choice in the matter."
I wanted a clear understanding between us, so I asked her again, "Will you honor your word? Will you submit to me tonight after the kids have gone to bed?"
She looked up, her green eyes meeting mine fearfully and asked, "You aren't going to do all those nasty things to me, are you?"
"Oh yes, all those nasty things and more. " I replied evenly.
She sighed and looked down, "Yes, I'll honor my word." She said with utter resignation.
I was delighted and regarded this little display of reluctance on her part as so much nonsense. If she truly had felt in danger or uncomfortable; she'd have said no. She had in the past and she would in the future. But tonight, she was mine to do with as I pleased!
Chapter Two
Basement Bondage
After we were sure the kids were safely asleep, we went downstairs. I took a moment to lock the basement from the downside so we wouldn't be disturbed by someone wanting a glass of water at an inopportune moment.
The basement was well lit and I intended to take full advantage of that fact.
"I want you to take off all your clothes." I said calmly, even though I felt anything but calm. I could feel my excitement rising as she silently doffed her things on the chair.
In our semi furnished basement were two support columns about six feet apart. The carpeting we had installed allowed us to use the basement without the discomfort of a cold cement floor. It would serve us well tonight.
"Stand between the two columns." I directed her. She looked confused so I patiently restated my directive, "Stand between the two poles."
Obediently, she moved to where I had directed her and stood quietly with hands held modestly over her breasts and mons. I laughed to myself at this last. After all, I had been present during both the conception and birth of both our kids. She had sexually tormented me and been tormented by me, more than once. This display of 'modesty' was nothing but a control technique and I wasn't about to relinquish control; not tonight anyway. So I kept a straight face.
On the ceiling about eight feet up between the two poles was a very strong hook I had installed some weeks earlier. Unless someone went looking for it, it was easy to miss and if it was spotted, I could claim it was there before we moved in or that I used it to secure things to the ceiling. I rather liked the last as this was true (sort of). I have never regarded my ex as a "thing" but the spirit was what counted; that and privacy.
Taking the step ladder I kept at the bottom of the stairs, I placed it in the open position directly in front of her and directly below the hook.
Earlier that evening I had discreetly loaded up a banker's box with the sexual toys and aids from our dresser. Taking it downstairs I had placed it on a shelving unit in a corner of the basement.
Now I retrieved the box and placed it on the laundry sorting table against the wall behind me and between the two poles.
"You planned this!" She said accusingly.
"Yes I did." I replied right back in a calm voice. I made sure to make eye contact before I spoke and I spoke in a confident manner that I did not truly feel. In this case, it was the appearance that counted and I made sure I gave a confident one.
It took but a moment to tie her as I wished. First I bound her wrists together. Then I tied one end of rope to her bound wrists and looped it over the hook in the ceiling. After that I tied the other end off at the bottom of one of the columns.
I made sure to place a ball in her right hand. If she wanted out or to stop, all she had to do was drop the ball.
In the end, her wrists were bound together and held high above her head. Her ankles were also bound together as she stood on tip toe. I finished off the look with a piece of duct tape over her mouth.
Her eyes were luminescent and her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps as she pulled helplessly on the restraints. I was in a similar condition. My arousal held me in its grip and I was glad of it.
"Now the 'Game' could begin," I thought triumphantly!
Chapter Three
The Rules
I took a moment to ogle her. Being a very repressed female, she rarely let me observe her naked so this was a rare opportunity for me. I sighed and smiled as I felt desire beginning to pool in my loins.
She looked up into my eyes, then quickly away but I had seen her desire and such coy defenses were not going to save her from my advances tonight. I allowed myself a slight smile as I stepped closer and reaching out, I grasped her left nipple.
I heard her groan through the tape as I toyed with her soft flesh. She refused to look up into my eyes. Instead, she tried to pull away. Such an action was, of course, quite futile. I laughed.
"So you want to play the reluctant heroine, do you?" I asked her rhetorically.
She continued to look away and act as though she was not the slightest bit interested. Judging from her shallow, excited breathing, the wild look I'd seen earlier in her eyes and her now swollen mons, I knew better.
Abruptly, I turned away from her and stepped over to the box with the toys. I picked up the shiny leather belt and ran it through my hands. Turning back to her I said firmly, "I have a game we are going to play now...Look At Me...I have a game we are going to play now."
Fearfully, she had raised her eyes to meet mine. When they fell upon the belt, she began to shake her head and pull even harder on the restraints that held her nude and available for her next torment. Bound as her ankles were and standing on tip toe, she was unable to move away from me more than a few inches. I enjoyed watching her try.
"Oh Yes! We are going to play the game of 'Confession'. Do you know how to play?" I asked her rhetorically because I knew that she did not, having just made up this version on the spot. After all, I was in charge and it was my rules tonight.
She had quit shaking her head but she could not tear he eyes away from the belt in my hands.
"Here are the rules. First, I shall torment you until you confess. Second, if I think your confession is too phony; you will be punished. Third, if I think your confession is too quick; you will be punished. Fourth, if you take too long to confess; you will be punished. Fifth, if I believe you have confessed within the spirit of this game but I'm sexually aroused by your naked body struggling helplessly; you will be punished for my sexual pleasure. Sixth and final rule, this rule is my little secret but I promise to tell you about it before the end of the night." I stated these so-called rules in a calm even voice.
Her eyes got big as she looked into my face and she tried to cry out to me through the gag; probably about the unfairness of this game. I could see her breathing fast and hard as she realized there was no escape!
"I do realize that these rules are unfair but it is you who are nude, bound and available so it's you who are going to suffer for my pleasure tonight." I was full of lust as I stated this and we both knew that if I touched her between the legs, she'd be sopping.
Chapter Four
