"Wake up, honey."
There were only two reasons for my wife Patricia to wake me up when she got home from work. This was not the fun reason.
I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came out, Patricia had already moved the ottoman into position, and was talking to her friend. I looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw it was 3:15 in the morning. I knelt down on the ottoman, and put my left arm out for Patricia.
Patricia took a length of rope, and wrapped the rope around my left forearm, starting at the elbow and working her way to my wrist.
Her friend saw this and asked, "Why so much rope?"
Patricia answered, "After about an hour, he'll be hanging from his wrists. He won't be able to kneel for us all night unless I spread his body weight over his entire forearm."
"Oh. What happens if he can't kneel all night? We'll be sleeping."
Patricia grinned. "You see that rope hanging from the ceiling. It hangs about a foot away from his right hand. He'll have to stretch a bit to get to it. That rope rings a bell, which will wake us. He'd better have a good reason to ring the bell, or I'll punish him tomorrow."
"This isn't punishment?"
"Nope, it's torture." Patricia smiled. "Punishment is making him suffer to correct his behavior. Torture is making him suffer for our enjoyment."
Patricia's friend laughed.
Patricia finished tying rope to my forearms. She hooked the ropes to the suspension bar above my head. She went over to the dock cleat on the wall, undid the rope, and pulled the suspension bar up as hard as she could. Then she lashed the rope on the cleat. Now, there was no way I could slouch. I'd either kneel or hang from my wrists, as Patricia said.
Patricia picked up another piece of rope to tie my ankles to the ottoman. She then tied my thighs together just above my knees. Now, there was no way I could move my legs. I would be kneeling for Patricia and her friend until Patricia released me in the afternoon.
Patricia put a kitchen timer on the wall where I could see it. The timer would count the hours and minutes that I'd been kneeling. Knowing exactly how long I'd been kneeling was part of the torture.
Patricia unhooked her necklace. The key to my stainless steel cock cage hung from the necklace. She unlocked my cock cage, and my cock sprang to attention.
Patricia looked at me and said, "This is Vicki. She'll be spending the night with me." Then she turned to Vicki and said, "We can get undressed now. My husband is completely restrained."
Patricia and Vicki took off their clothes. Vicki had a nice pair of large natural breasts, in contrast to Patricia's large enhanced breasts. Patricia liked women with large breasts. I like large breasts as well. I enjoyed seeing them both naked.
Patricia and Vicki came back over to where I was kneeling.
Patricia said to Vicki, "His dick is nice and hard. Would you like to stroke it a few times?"
Vicki tickled my cock with her fingertip for about a minute. "He is really hard. When's the last time he came?"
Patricia looked at me. "Answer Vicki. Tell her how many days it's been since you had your last orgasm."
"It's been 18 days since my last orgasm, Vicki."
"Wow, that's a long time," Vicki replied.
Patricia grinned. "Not really. Tell Vicki the longest time I made you wait for your orgasm."
"Patricia made me wait 57 days, Vicki."
"Fuck! Some days, I don't feel like I can go 57 minutes without an orgasm." Vicki looked at Patricia. "May I talk to your husband directly?"
"Sure. Just refer to him as slave."
"Oh. Does he have a name for you?"
Patricia smiled. "When we're alone and I'm torturing him, he calls me Bitch Patricia." Patricia turned to me and commanded, "You will refer to me as Bitch Patricia while Vicki is here."
Vicki asked, "Isn't bitch a bad word?"
"Not the way my husband says it." Patricia grinned. "I've heard it so many times, I like hearing bitch now. Would you like a title, Vicki?"
Vicki thought a while. "No, Vicki is fine."
Patricia walked over to the nightstand, and took out my Kali's teeth cock ring. She showed it to Vicki.
"That looks intense. How does it work?" Vicki looked curious.
"I close the cylinder on his dick, and lock it. If he gets too aroused at what we're doing, the nail points will punish him until he gets softer again."
"That's wicked."
Patricia grinned. "Yes. Yes it is. Would you like to lock it on?"
Vicki smiled. "Yes."
Vicki took the Kali's teeth cock ring and locked it on my cock. I felt the nail points pricking me.
"So, now what," Vicki asked?
Patricia grinned. "We go to bed and have some fun."
Patricia and Vicki got into bed. They kissed and played with each other's breasts for a while. I could tell they were tired when Patricia used her hand to get Vicki off, and then Vicki used her hand to get Patricia off. They got under the covers and went to sleep.
This was the boring part. Kneeling while Patricia and Vicki slept under the blanket. I did my best to try and sleep, but my arms, legs, and sides were numb. I tried not to look at the timer, but I couldn't help myself. The minutes ticked away slowly.
The sun brightened the curtains and the bedroom around 6:30. I knew I still had hours to go before Patricia and Vicki woke up.