Having It All (26 page)

“What's so funny,” an annoyed and helpless Sandy yelled at him. “This thing has got me trapped. Get me out of here, now!”

“Hummn,” Jim contemplated. “I don't think so. This is your new tub and you should get used to it. You're going to stay there for awhile, Sandy. At least until you make the changes in your trust fund and estate.”

“What?” Sandy shouted. “Are you nuts? You are not going to get a single dime if you don't release me right now.”

“Release you?” said Jim, laughing. “I'm not holding you there. Release yourself.”

“You son of a bitch. You designed this thing. Now get me out of it.”

“Now, now, love. This is your tub. You specified a tub as a requirement for this house and now you have it. Later on, you may even have two to choose from, so lie back and enjoy it.”

“I want out right now. I'm cold and need to dry off.”

“I think you are quite well positioned for the moment,” Jim said.

“Fuck you,” Sandy hissed, tugging at her widely spread legs and her pinioned arms above her head.

“In fact,” added Jim, undoing his belt and taking off the rest of his clothes. “You are in the ideal position to do just that.”

“Do what, you asshole?”

“For you to fuck me. I know all too well that being restrained as you are is a turn on for you, so there's no need for preliminaries. We can just get right to the main event,” Jim said.

“You'll do nothing of the kind,” Sandy said, shaking her head as she realized that yes, she was in fact aroused by the rigid bonds on her ankles and wrists. Even the stretched position was slowly winding her up.

“I think I'll join you just to get the feel of the new tub.” He finished stripping, exhibiting a massive hard-on jutting out from his lower belly, and climbed into the tub, kneeling between her spread legs.

“I'm warning you, you asshole, this is going to get you in a lot of trouble,” Sandy spat, as Jim adjusted his positioning, resting on his knees and elbows and putting his throbbing dick up against her wet, slightly spread lower lips.

“I don't see any problem here. You are already wet and ready, so here you go…” and he rammed his erection deep into her supposedly unwilling cunt, listening to her shrieks and moans as he began to thrust rhythmically.

“You bastard,” Sandy muttered, her breath coming more quickly now as Jim rummaged deeply in her swollen and now sopping cunt. “You…bast…ard.” Her hips jerked suddenly and then began to grind along with his thrusts while she continued to pull at her bound arms and legs, muttering threats and curses at him, but now arching upwards with her lower body and meeting his thrusts with her own.

They fucked in the tub for nearly an hour, with Jim coming twice and Sandy begrudgingly having more than one orgasm. Jim finished and pulled out, stepped out of the tub, and turned on the water until Sandy was mostly covered. He added liquid soap, scrubbed her entire body with the bath sponge, then drained the tub again and rinsed her off with the telephone style showerhead. All the while, Sandy babbled and cursed, tugging endlessly at her arms and legs, but getting nowhere.

“Let me out,” Sandy again pleaded, but with far less intensity than before.

“No. Not today. You're in a nasty mood and there's no call for it. I redo the bathroom, get you this gorgeous, monster, hot tub and you curse me,” said Jim, toweling her off carefully and making sure she was dry. “Maybe tomorrow, if you maintain a more accommodating tone of voice.”

“Not a chance,” she said, returning to her earlier angry voice.

“Okay. I can wait. You'll change your mind sooner or later,” Jim said agreeably as he turned the lighting down to its lowest level and left the room, closing and locking the heavy hardwood door. Sandy screamed and hollered and Jim was pleased to note that almost no sound left the echoing white chamber of the bathroom.

“Works pretty well,” Jim said to himself. “Better than I expected. Wonder when she'll realize there's no window.”

A few hours later, Jim returned to the now nearly silent bath and showed his girlfriend the special addition he had for her.

“This is not a normal gag,” he said, showing her an odd-looking mass of leather straps, small hoses and hardware in his hand. “This will allow you to get fed and watered but will not permit you to say much.”

“You are nuts. Completely insane,” Sandy retorted angrily, twisting her lovely, fit body as much as her bonds allowed. “Now let me out of here or you will be sorry,” she spat, tugging again at her tightly stretched arms and legs.

Jim reached over to the control panel at the head of the tub and touched a switch that looked like it controlled the Jacuzzi, but instead Sandy's limbs were pulled further into the drains, holding her even tighter until she was stretched rigidly from the four corners of the tub. She howled like a wounded wolf.

“Here,” said Jim helpfully, bending over the tub and jamming the new gag into her wide open, screaming mouth. They struggled. At least they struggled as much as a stretched one hundred twenty pound, fully restrained female could struggle against her two hundred pound boy friend who was shoving a metal and rubber gag into her mouth.

“Keep it up and I'll stretch you even more,” Jim muttered as he pulled the multiple straps around Sandy's head and adjusted them so that the gag was correctly positioned. The struggling stopped and so did the screaming. The rubber plug filled Sandy's mouth, her tongue stuck out through the hole in the plug and her jaws stayed wide open. The straps encircled her head with others going from her mouth, up either side of her nose and mating between her eyes. Another strap went under her chin and connected with those around her head. When the entire thing was secured, Sandy's head was enveloped with leather straps and her plugged and open mouth was packed full.

“There,” said Jim, satisfied with the reduction in sound and the elimination of threats and curses from his pinioned lover. “Tomorrow we'll add some interesting jewelry so that you'll look your best when the crew gets here. Sleep well, Sandy. And think about how you're going to talk nicely to the bank and your lawyers about adding me as your beneficiary. Night.” He placed a light blanket over the prone, stretched body and left the room.

Eventually, she feel into a deep sleep, dreaming the Viking dream again, feeling the stretching tension of the massive wooden rack they spread her on and the cruel harness gag they thrust into her mouth.

The next morning, Jim arrived in the bathroom with a cup of coffee made just the way Sandy liked it. He wasn't surprised that she was already awake and banging her head against the iron tub bottom.

“If you don't stop that, I have a cushion that fits nicely to the back of the gag harness and will prevent any harm to your head, no matter how hard you bang it. I can also put your head into containment frame that will render it totally immovable, so why not quit the noise and have some coffee?”

“UUU ig. UUurtieig. At eeeguooo,” Sandy mumbled through the gag, her tongue sticking out obscenely through the hole in the plug.

“Yeah, piglet,” said Jim, “right. I'll let you go when we're done…and that may take awhile. Want coffee or not?”

“O,” said Sandy, shaking her head madly.

“Okay. I'll drink it, even without sugar. But now, that jewelry I mentioned.” Jim pulled a small box from his pocket and snapped it open, displaying a set of what looked like gold cuff links in the shape and design of small marine shackles. These were in a horseshoe U shape with a threaded cross bar to close them. The cross bar had a small hole in one end. The other end was threaded and sharply pointed.

Sandy studied the gold shackles and muttered into the gag. She had no idea what Jim planned to do with them. Mentally she counted the set, noting that there were seven in all. One was much smaller than the others, but all were the same traditional nautical shape. She could not see that the ends of each cross bar were needle sharp, not flat as the originals had been.

“These, like this tub, were made just for you, Sandy,” Jim said, watching her face as she puzzled over the hardware. “I saw them offered as custom jewelry in an ad in a yachting magazine and asked them to make up this special set. I set your credit card back a couple of thousand, but, sweet thing that you are; you paid it because you thought it was part of the bathroom renovations, right?”

“Mumm huuh, ou ig,” Sandy muttered.

“Now, honey,” Jim said slowly, “just think about where these go on your marvelous anatomy.” He watched as Sandy's eyebrows went up, her face contorted and she babbled meaningless gibberish behind the gag.

“Well, you are probably right. There are seven little shackles here. One for your nasty little tongue, which is already begging for it by sticking out so readily through the gag, so that will be easy. The next pair go, well, you probably figured that out, on your perfect little pink nipples.”

Sandy's harness-surrounded face went white. She twisted her pinioned arms and legs in fear and resistance. Jim knew she often said that although she disliked the idea of even having her ears pierced, she also had a deeply buried fantasy about having many piercings in various body parts. And now, after all this time of her dodging the issue, he was taking the initiative and showing her hardware that would be set into her nipples and tongue.

“Guess where the next two will go,” Jim said gleefully, picking up one of the shackles and positioning it between her legs, alongside of Sandy's sex.

“O, O, oouuantouuisss,” she babbled into the gag.

“Oh yes, I can, and the more you fight it the more it'll hurt. Every time you get drunk, you pester me about this sort of thing, so now you are going to be able to enjoy the entire experience.”

Sandy sputtered into the gag, twisting her lush body back and forth, seeking some way to avoid the coming humiliation and multiple body modifications that were always tripping in the back of her mind. Each time she saw someone with facial piercing, she experienced a tingle in her spine. More than once a day she often caught herself wondering what it would be like to have someone slowly pushing a sharp needle into her earlobe or nose or…anywhere he wanted. Now, when it seemed inevitable, she was terrified.

“So these two go on your lower lips,” Jim continued. “This should be interesting since they haven't parted very often lately, at least not for me,” he added.”And that leaves the last two: this little guy, the smallest, but perhaps the most effective shackle, and then one more of the original size.” He held up the tiny little rings so that she could see them clearly, then touched her hot skin and slowly slid the warming ring down her belly and into her slightly parted pussy.

“So, Sandy, guess where they go…” With his fingers now parting Sandy's lower lips, Jim tweaked the nub of her clit with a slow up and down motion. Sandy tried to pull away, throwing her hips from side to side, but Jim's finger remained and continued to rub the tiny organ until it began to slowly respond, straightening up a bit and poking towards him as if inviting the coming piercing needle. Sandy continued to scream into her gag, the tip of her tongue wiggling a bit, as if anticipating the inevitable piercing.

Jim assembled his surgical kit, which he bought on line weeks before, added a few items from the bathroom's massive medicine cabinet and sat down next to the tub. As he pulled on a pair of blue rubber gloves, he narrated his plans.

“This is it, honey. By the end of the day, you'll have seven new holes in your lovely body and a few additional ounces of body weight to boot. Ounces that you won't sweat off in the gym, even if you were going to the gym, which you aren't.”

Sandy twisted and tugged at her bound arms and legs, rotated her hips to keep Jim from attacking her sex and generally failed to accomplish anything but to work up a sweat.

“If you move while I am piercing, you will be hurt a great deal more,” Jim said. “A torn hole in your tender flesh will take much longer to heal and just means I'll have to put in another hole nearby. I am going to use a topical anesthetic that will blunt the pain, but if you struggle, I'll pass that up and just fire away without the pain killer. Your choice.”

Sandy's struggles subsided and Jim produced a small syringe, which he filled with a topical painkiller. Sandy watched him carefully, amazed that this was happening at all, but further astonished that Jim apparently knew her deepest fantasies and was in the process of bringing them to reality.

The needle of the syringe was more than a pinprick, but, having been in the dentist’s chair more than once and having had Novocain many times, Sandy discovered that this was not much different. In a few minutes, her tongue was numb and Jim proceeded with the initial piercing.

He began with a sterile needle through the tip of her protruding tongue because it was the most accessible place to begin. While she instinctively tensed and strained at her bonds, Sandy suffered the piercing and then the insertion of the gold shackle without much resistance. In less than five minutes, she wore the gold piece on the end of her tongue, its shining sparkle reflecting the brilliant overhead white light.

“Very good,” said Jim. “Very good. It looks really nice, Sandy.”Jim admired his work a bit longer, recalling his long search for the right kind of devices that would fit all of Sandy's essential parts. The shackle idea had in fact come from the yachting magazine ad and Jim, no sailor himself, found the concept remarkably perfect. It was better than a ring or a bar because the shackle allowed a slice of living flesh to be inserted between the open ends of the horseshoe-shaped link, then the cross bar was inserted into the hole in one side of the horseshoe, threaded through the flesh and then through the hole in the other side of the horseshoe. The cross bar was threaded on one end and thus mated up with the horseshoe when it was turned and set tight. The needlelike end was helpful in getting through the freshly pierced skin of the wearer. The cross bar even had a round hole in the opposite end and a small lock could be inserted into it to provide security so that unless you had a key to the tiny gold lock, the crossbar was not getting unscrewed and the shackle was not coming off. Overall, thought Jim, when he saw the jewelry, pretty dammed neat. Beautiful and functional! Perfect for his annoyingly rich and spoiled girl friend to wear while she contemplated her fate if she didn't cooperate with him.