March had just come in like a lion, and after devouring a mound of Chinese take out, Lucy Lewis took her friend Henrietta Delaponte downstairs to her new playroom. The two portly middle aged women dressed in sweats giggled like school girls despite having nothing stronger than diet Coke to drink as they descended the stairs. "This better be worth it," Henri said.
"You bet," Lucy replied. "Think I got everything worked out. Look."
There was a complicated set up on the floor of the basement. Dominating the room was an ungainly construction: a prie-dieu with a huge press nailed into the place where hands were usually folded in prayer. Close to it on the wall was a huge bracket that held some chains. "Here's what we gotta try out," Lucy said, pulling her friend over. "Pull on this, see if we can pull it outta the wall."
"What, this thing? What the hell is it?"
"This chain has a belt with a lock. If I chain Billy up in this, I don't want him pulling away from the wall. If he gets free, the whole purpose of the contraption is screwed."
Henri picked up the chain with the belt and lock and leaned backward. "You hoping this will keep him?"
"Yeah. Let me pull it with you; let's put all our weight behind it." The two women pulled hard and the chain held. "Now the leg restraints."
"How do this work?"
"I can put his ankles in these cuff, or this spreader bar. Pull, see if we can budge them." Another test and once again, the work was solid. Lucy smiled broadly and clapped her friend on the shoulder. "Now I feel safe for the next step."
"Yeah, this look good. So you gonna chain him to the wall, and then what do you do to him?"
"Nothing. It's what he does to me."
Henri shook her head to clear it. "Oh, I see. He got room to do, to do, to do what?"
"Torture me."
A low chuckle escaped Henri's throat. "You don't trust him enough to so whatever he want, like tie you up and leave ya. Or worse."
"Yeah. This way, he can do any mean thing he wants, but he's gotta let me go first when he's done."
Henri looked up over her shoulder at a corner of the ceiling. "And the little camera up there?"
"Insurance."
Henri prowled around the room: it had a low ceiling, a bare concrete floor with a square of carpeting for the torturer to stand on, and a couple of posts that supported the weight of the house,. It was a big space without any other furniture than Lucy's improvised torture restraints. "Too bad I don't have a boyfriend right now," Henri commented, "I could bring him down here and let him have his way with me. I'd love to get fucked while stuck in this thing."
"Yeah," Lucy agreed, "it would be great, but I don't think I'd ever trust a man that far again. Oh, wait. I forgot something."
Lucy darted into the mechanical room that held the heating/cooling system for the house and brought out a small table she set up between her two restraint stations. Henri's eyes bulged and she clapped her hands: "Oh, Lucy, you could lock me in there and do what you want with this stuff. Candles, nipple clamps, brushes, and all that kitchen stuff. Shit, I'd be a happy girl for a month."
"Yeah. It'll take a while, but after I train Billy how to use these, he can bring a friend to take care of you. I'm sure he knows some other vicious little bastards."
Henri snorted and rolled her eyes. "Like he do that for his poor old momma."
Lucy smiled and spun the clamp up and down. "I remember when Frank put this together. It was such a special night. I looked forward to it for weeks, Frank hadn't made the trip past Kearney for a coupla months, then he sent me an email with a long list of things to get for him. Hardest was this prie-dieu, finally found the thing at a garage sale in Omaha one weekend. Cleaned it up nice and had it ready when he came. Frank loved to make things in his little shop back home, so when he came in he had this big honker with him." She patted the top of the device. "Took out some nails and put it together. We had fun that night."
"What he do to you? What he do to you?" Henri asked, a fleck of foam at the corner of her mouth.
"Oh, quite a few things."
"He make you put your bare titties in there?"
"Oh yes."
"He stroke your skin and make your nipples hard?"
"Yes." Lucy's eyes closed for a moment and her face became dream like. "His touch was so gentle at first. He washed my tits in warm, soapy water so tenderly, then he cooled them off with some ice. Then he smacked them when I offended him, and beat my tits with a hard brush."
"Oh, that sound real mean. Did it hurt, hurt real bad?"
"Yes, it did. Thought my skin was on fire. Then he used that rolling meat tenderizer, rolled it all over my skin."
Henri picked one up from the tray and rolled it on the skin of her upper arm. "Never thought of this before. Got one in the kitchen at home, guess it be going to the bedroom tonight."
"Next he dripped hot wax all over my tits, after he took the clothespins off my nipples."
"Oh, ya didn't say anything about them. Can't hardly stand that, that's enough for me. Wow girl, you had some kinda night there."
"That wasn't the end."
"No."
"Then he whipped all the wax off my tits and made me suck his cock til he came."
Henri palmed her huge churns and looked up dreamily. "How many times didya cum in the thing?"
"I lost count."
"And in the bedroom, after?"
