The naughty bits start with Chapter One – Nude, Clamped and Bound.
The Story Up to This Point...
When I thought back to the beginnings of my relationship with the widow Mrs. Evelyn Sang, I was really quite amazed. It had been a wild ride and we had several amazing adventures.
At first she had been the landlady for my business. Later we became lovers. While she insisted on being the dominant and rather sadistic one, I was not diminished by this. In fact, I had welcomed our erotically charged affair.
I had helped her out of a tough spot with her obnoxious and abusive brother-in-law outside the bedroom.
The rather convoluted situations with Madam Chung and later with both Madam Chow and Madam Chung had led to a deeper relationship with Mrs. Sang than I had ever imagined.
Always our sex life had been very satisfying and we worked hard to keep it that way.
She had a serious penchant for privacy and not being seen (with anyone) in public. We had almost broken up over this (see the story titled 'Formalities' for the details).
One of her constant phrases had always been, "Someone will see".
Privately, it was another matter. While neither of us had openly declared our love, it was apparent that this was how we felt.
I knew that this was the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. There were also the twin facts that I had my nipples pierced for her and I wore her cock ring to indicate my feelings.
Mrs. Sang and I continued to be very close and while we kept to separate residences, we generally spent the night together.
It was obvious that while she might never say it, she felt the same way. The constant looks and touches that she gave me indicated her affection.
There were also the very private activities that we shared nightly.
Professionally, we knew what the other was basically up too as we conferred weekly with each other over coffee (as we had been doing for some months).
However, both of us were comfortable keeping our professional lives technically separate (from one another).
Forward
This changed a bit after some months. An opportunity presented itself for us to purchase a duplex.
Mrs. Sang's niece, Grace Sang, had received a scholarship with a major university in another city. Once again, it was just Mrs. Sang and I.
There was a very special selling point that cinched the deal for us both. In the basement, between the two halves was a door for easy access between the two halves. No mention was made as to how this door had come to exist and we didn't ask.
Both sides of the duplex were available and we decided to buy it as a cooperative venture. We would be partners yet each of us would live in separate halves. Thus we could still see one another through the door but we would have our own space.
In the meantime, Mrs. Sang would still be the landlady for my business.
The house was in an upscale neighbourhood not too far from where Mrs. Sang lived already.
The move wasn't easy or particularly fun nor was it a gruelling affair. Including packing, preparation and all the technicalities; the whole thing took its toll but we were finally moved in and settled.
Chapter One – Nude, Clamped and Bound
About a week after we were moved in and settled, I emerged from my bathroom to find Mrs. Sang standing before me in a dark blue high collared Chinese Silk gown. Her hair was done up and she had put makeup on in a manner that she knew I was aroused by.
I sucked in my breath in mild surprise. We had agreed to keep the downstairs door open and to allow each other access to the whole duplex but the gown was something else.
The gown (in any colour) usually indicated that she wanted to play. I was only too eager to want to play whenever she was. I had made my desires apparent early on so I never worried about her asking if I wanted to play.
I'm sure that if something had come up, I could have interrupted with my safe word and she wouldn't have minded.
Now, here she was and I knew that whatever she intended to do, it would be a lot of fun.
"Take off your clothes!" She commanded me in that low tone of voice she used when we played.
I felt my pulse quicken and my groin start to tingle.
Walking into the bedroom, I quickly stripped off and hung up my cloths. Mrs. Sang was a very neat person and preferred having me be neat as well.
Once I was completely nude, I turned to face her.
Her eyes were hot with lust and I could tell that she was becoming aroused.
"Turn around and put your hands behind your back!" She commanded me.
I did as she told me and felt the fur lining as she attached fur lined leather cuffs to my wrists.
"Face me!" She said.
When I had done so, she reached down and with firm deliberation grabbed my penis with her right hand. There was a half smile on her face as she watched my response.
I gasped and found myself quickly growing hard as she rhythmically squeezed and released me until I was very hard. A bit of precum leaked from the top of my now iron hard dick.
She slowly and carefully raised her left hand to eye height. In her delicate hand the tiny saw toothed clamp hung from a thin leather leash. Its sliver teeth gleamed menacingly.
Her left eye brow rose in a knowing fashion and I opened my mouth as I gazed at the menacing implement in her left hand.
I watched with horrified fascination as she slowly reached down with her left hand toward my still hard member.
Her smile grew even wider as she carefully knelt before me and proceeded to attach the clamp to the underside of my penis.
I gasped and stifled the urge to wince in pain. I felt pleasure at the expert touch of my mistress's hand on my hard penis.
There was also the tremendous emotional feel of having the woman I loved, so close to me.
Mrs. Sang stood then, a coy smile upon her lips as she led me by the thin leather leash attached to the clamp which now bit possessively into my nude and rampant cock.
We went down the stairs from the second floor where both my bedroom and the bathroom were. Down past the main floor and into the basement through the door and into her half of the duplex.
There in the main room of her half of the basement, she hung me.
The basement floor had wall to wall broadloom carpet but the ceiling was only partial finished. In the part that was unfinished, Mrs. Sang had hung two ropes over one of the two by six beams that supported the upstairs.
One of the ropes had a head harness complete with ball gag attached to it. She put the head harness on me and inserted the ball gag. Then she pulled firmly upon the other end of the rope until I was standing straight up.
Walking over to the wall, she picked up a spreader bar. This is an adjustable bar about three feet in width with ankle cuffs on each end.
Mrs. Sang proceeded to attach this to my ankles. As one last thing, I felt her attach the second rope to my wrists and pull on it.
I was, nude, gagged, tied with my hands behind my back and arched up behind me. My feet were wide enough that I was forced to stand on tip toe.
There was a cruel tiny clamp that bit mercilessly into the underside of my now semi hard penis.
Mrs. Sang stepped close beside be and breathed in my ear before she carefully stroked my penis back to hardness.
I stifled an urge to groan but it was a mixed feeling at best. Her knowing hand aroused me to near painful hardness yet the tiny clamp took away much of that pleasure.
I heard her laugh softly at my predicament.
"It has been too long." She said with finality.
Chapter Two – The Belt
Before the move, Mrs. Sang and I had carefully packed up all our sex toys, including the whips, into cardboard boxes. This included the winches that had been attached to the poles that had held me immobile in her old house.
If the movers thought the larger items in Mrs. Sang's basement unusual, they made no mention of it.
There had not been enough time to install or even unpack our toys.
So while we played tonight, we did so out of the unpacked cardboard boxes.
I watched from my uncomfortable and very vulnerable position as Mrs. Sang walked stately over to a box and kneeling, her back to me, she pulled out a familiar object.
The thick black leather belt hung coiled and poised in her hands as she slowly stood and turned to face me with only the subtlest trace of menace exuding from her small frame.
I felt my breath quicken as she proffered the belt toward my nude vulnerability.
I could not tear my eyes away from the thick black coils of leather until she finally stepped behind me and took the belt out of my sight.
I found I was both aroused and afraid at the sight of that belt in my lover's hands. I knew or I thought I knew what it meant.
She spoke then and I was startled at how powerful her soft voice sounded in the silent basement.
"I had hoped you would present yourself to me the first night we were here. Obviously you are in need of a chastisement!" Her voice sounded angry and clearly, she was acting the part of a displeased dominatrix.
The reality was that we had agreed not to play until we were finished moving in. I had asked her to let me know when she wanted to begin. In the meantime, we shared the same bed every night.
That she wanted to turn this reality into a fantasy of my wilful disobedience was alright by me. I could play along with being 'in need of a chastisement' with great relish!
I felt my semi hard member begin to stir. I felt her presence close behind me. Her hand reached around and lightly stroked my penis. Even with the devilishly painful clamp attached to the underside of my now growing erection, I could not help but become aroused.
"I'm going to give you a much needed punishment now!" Her voice rose with passion as she uttered this proclamation.
I heard her step back. The sound of Mrs. Sang swinging the belt through the air was loud as she prepared to lash me with it.
Then I felt an involuntary shudder as the belt whispered menacingly through the air before landing across my back with cruel force.
I gasped at the force of the blow. This was a much harder whipping than she usually gave me.
