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Fortunately this works out quite well for us. In devising torments for
Alex it is quite rare that I actually manage to out do things she has
previously done to me mainly because I'm not much into inflicting pain on
her and I think she knows this and uses it to her advantage. When we added
tickling to our bondage this opened a whole new world of possibilities for me
because we are both terribly ticklish and I don't view tickling as inflicting
pain. It seems that the last little torture I dreamed up for her was the most
out of control she has ever been and showed her just how merciless I can be
given the right situation. Not to be upstaged, she was determined to show me
that she hadn't lost her touch when it came to torturing me. She insisted
on using the device I had designed. Considering the amount of bondage in
our sexual lives I didn't see that I really had much of a choice (besides
I was kind of excited about it), it was just a matter of time until she had
me in a position where I couldn't resist. I agreed that she would get her
chance Friday night and so after our usual evening at the gym we returned to
my house with her toting along a bag of toys.

Soon after we got to my house Alex had me strip then grabbed her bag of
toys and led me down to the basement where we had stored my famous torture
stool. Once there she put leather cuffs on my wrists and fastened them behind
my back. She dragged the stool out to the center of the basement play area and
sat me in it. Then she took two lengths of rope and attached them to screw
eyes about 7' off the floor on the walls on either side of the stool I was
sitting in. The other ends of the ropes had snap hooks which she attached to
the cuffs on my wrists after releasing them from behind my back. As she
tightened the ropes, drawing my arms up and out, I began to get the idea, she
wanted to be able to get to the areas under my arms and along the sides of my
chest. She seemed proud of her little innovation and I knew I was in trouble.
Using two more lengths of rope, she bound my ankles back along the sides of the
stool as high as she could. It was hard to keep from swaying forward but she
soon had a fix for that. She put a 3\" wide leather strap across my back below
my shoulder blades, ran it under my arms, over my shoulders and buckled it
behind my head. Standing on the rungs of the stool, she attached a length of
rope to an overhead screw eye and then tied the other end to the D ring on the
strap across my back. She attached another piece of rope to the D ring but
just let it hang behind me. Now I was curious, I was certain she was going to
attach it to the back of the stool to hold me down as I had done with her.

My repeated questions earned me a piece of tape over my mouth. Now that I
was quite helpless to change the course of the evening she promised me that my
ordeal would be something that I wouldn't soon forget. She slowly removed her
clothes while fondling my body and stroking my pussy. When she was completely
naked, and had driven me to the brink of orgasm, she picked up my 10\" dildo
and pulled a directors chair over in front of me and sat in it. She told me
that if I squirmed around and brought myself to orgasm that my next orgasm
would be with her working on my breasts with a riding crop. Sliding down into
the chair, she put her legs up over the arm rests presenting me with a good
view of her pussy. While I watched she slowly worked the dildo into her pussy
and began fucking herself with it while fingering her clit. As she worked on
herself she went into vivid detail about what it was going to be like to be
tickle tortured in my current position. I was beginning to wonder how good an
idea it was to let her tie me this way, my earlier excitement was giving way
to a feeling of apprehension. It wasn't long before she had brought herself to
orgasm. When she had calmed down she got out of the chair, picked up a small
wooden dowel and came over to me holding up the moist dildo and telling me that
it was now my turn. She reached under the stool and I felt the dildo slid up
under me until the tip was touching my pussy lips. Using two fingers to part
my pussy lips, she worked the dildo into me until I thought it wouldn't go any
further then she pushed it a little deeper. Taking the dowel, she pinned the
dildo into place on the underside of the stool. I now knew what she had felt
like when I had put her into this position, every move I made caused my muscles
to grip the dildo that was impaling me. She laughed at the expression on my
face and told me that that was just a start.

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From her bag of toys she removed a gag with a 6\" dildo on it, the gag was
designed to go in the mouth and leave the dildo free to be used for fucking.
At first I couldn't see why she would use a gag like that on me since I was in
no position to use the dildo on her. Then out came the tube of KY and as she
began greasing the dildo my stomach dropped out. She was going to put it in
my ass! I knew it was useless but I screamed and struggled anyway. She seemed
to love my reaction and with a wicked grin she moved around behind me carrying
the greased dildo. I tried to rock my weight back so she couldn't get to my
ass hole but she put her weight into me and forced me to lean forward then I
felt the cold tip of the dildo enter my ass. I knew from experience that
fighting it would only make it hurt more so I stopped my struggling and relaxed
and let her slid the dildo into my ass. When she had it completely in me she
used a leather thong to tie the gag to the top of the stool. She then tied the
rope hanging from the D ring to the back leg of the stool while explaining to
me that she was leaving plenty of slack so I would get the full effect of both
dildos moving in and out of me when I raised up off the stool. I was now
completely stuffed, I could feel the two dildos rubbing against each other
within my body. My feeling of dread was rapidly increasing, I could still
vividly remember Alex bouncing around on the dildo while I tickled her. She
stood in front of me now and admired her work then she told me she wanted me
to know what it was going to be like when I struggled and reached forward and
tickled my ribs. I had never been fucked in my ass and pussy at the same time
before and the feeling of both dildos moving in and out of me as I jumped was
like nothing I imagined. She said I should see the look on my face when I
moved then she produced a long feather and placed it in the directors chair in
front of me. She peeled the tape off my mouth, stepped up on a rung on the
stool and kissed me then pointed to the feather and said "Think about it lover".

I was already begging as she left the basement.

She gave me a while to think about what was going to happen as I had done
with her. The time alone was quite effective, it gave me an opportunity to
see just how helpless I was and to think about all the things she could do to
me in this position. I tried to work my wrists out of the cuffs but she had
been careful to tighten them correctly and every move I made reminded me of
the dildos that were in me. When she returned she told me she wasn't going to
gag me yet. She wanted to hear me scream the way she had screamed and when I
got too loud she would use the same technique I did with the inflatable gag.
Then she remarked that I seemed to be sweating a little, was I nervous? Using
the long feather she started at the insides of my knees and, despite my
pleading, quickly worked her way up my inner thighs. By the time she had
reached my stomach my eyes were watering so much I couldn't see, I was laughing
hysterically and bouncing around on the dildos that impaled me. Before she
could get to my ribs I had my first orgasm and thought I was going to pass out.
At this point she stopped and got out the inflatable gag. She made a show of
making sure it was fully deflated while reminding me that I had tortured her
through 6 orgasms and that I still had 5 to go. I refused to let her put the
gag in my mouth and tried to bargain with her, if she would remove the dildo
from my ass I'd let her gag me. This didn't work very well, she stepped around

behind me and, grabbing a handful of hair, pulled my head back until she could
force the gag in. After strapping the gag on she changed to a short stiff
feather and started in on my ribs. I had completely lost any sense of time,
all I was aware of was the feather travelling over my ribs and up into my arm
pits, the dildos moving in and out of me, the sweat running down my body and
my screams. After pumping up the gag a little she got a good laugh out of the
way I rode the dildos while she tickled my ass cheeks and the crack of my ass.
Finally she changed to a small paint brush, one of the most devious tickle
torture implements we had come up with. She pumped the gag up to fully fill
my mouth and let me know that she hadn't forgot about my feet and toes. When
she started on my feet I thought I would die, I couldn't think straight, I
couldn't scream through the gag and I couldn't control the spasms running
through my body. My eyes were so teared that I couldn't see, my awareness was
limited to the brush travelling over my feet, the dildos moving inside me,
the uncontrollable spasms running through me, sweat running off my body and
blurs of colour in front of my eyes.

The torture seemed to go on forever, when she stopped again I wasn't sure
how many orgasms I had had but I knew I had had several violent ones. When
my eyes cleared she was standing in front of me watching me. She ran her hands
over my sweaty body and told me that she had one other torment in mind for me
and that my fighting her attempts to gag me had convinced her that she should
use it. She untied the small dildo from the stool and removed it from my ass
then she unpinned the larger one and slid it out of me. I was getting quite
sore and I was glad to have the dildos removed but I was afraid of what she
might have in mind for me. Alex has her sadistic spells as I have my
masochistic ones and I was certain she was planning to cause me some pain.
Out of her bag of toys she produced a Japanese sewing clamp to which she
attached a short leather thong then she attached a spring and a large weight
to the other end of the thong. She held the clamp with its attachments up in
front of my eyes and asked me if I remembered how she had used this on me
before. Nodding "yes", I closed my eyes and waited for what I knew was next.
When I felt her fingers expose my swollen clit I couldn't help but remember the
time she had tied me standing spread eagle and attached a clamp with a weighted
spring to my clit then whipped me. She was very gentle when she closed the
clamp on my clit and positioned the thong so that the weight and spring hung
off the edge of the stool. But I knew that when I started to struggle again
the bouncing weight would take its toll on my clit. I knew she was going to
whip me but I wasn't prepared for the doubled up piece of neoprene tubing that
she produced from her bag. It had been a while since she had really inflicted
heavy pain on me, this was going to be one of those times.

Though I knew what to expect from a whipping, I wasn't ready for the pain
the tubing could inflict. When the first lash landed across the exposed part
of my ass I think I screamed louder than ever before. Every time I jerked from
a lash of the whip, my clit would be mercilessly tugged by the bouncing weight
and spring. She delivered a total of ten lashes across my ass while telling
me how much my struggles and muffled screams excited her. When she stepped
around in front of me I could see that she was working on her clit with her
left hand and I knew she would work me over until she came. She brushed my
left breast with the tubing and smiled as I frantically shook my head "no".
When the first lash landed on my breast it triggered one of the most violent
orgasms I think I've ever had. I don't remember struggling very much while she
continued whipping my breasts, I just remember the sound of the whip, the pain
in my breasts and my screaming. She had delivered eight slow lashes, five to
my left breast and three to my right, before she brought herself to orgasm and
collapsed into the chair in front of me. I think the weighted clamp on my clit
was wasted at this point, I hardly noticed its tugging during the whipping, all
my senses were centred on the impact of the tubing with my breasts. Having
your breasts whipped with a small diameter plastic tube is something a woman
will not easily forget, hardly any marks are left but the pain is tremendous.

When Alex had recovered, she removed the clamp from my clit, the gag from
my mouth and took me down off the stool. I was so weak and sore I could hardly
walk. She helped me up the stairs and put me into a hot bath while she cleaned
up downstairs and took a shower in the other bathroom. When she returned she
dragged me out of the bath, helped me dry off then took me to bed. That was
several days ago and I'm still sore from the ordeal she put me through. As I
said before, I'm not much into inflicting pain on Alex but I'm considering
giving her a taste of her own medicine. I'm still looking for a few good ideas
but now I'm willing to consider things that are a little more sadistic than
tickling although probably nothing too serious.