I couldn't believe that my wife had actually gone and left me naked, gagged and hogtied out for what was for all intense and purposes public display. Sure I was on our little apartment balcony but it offered precious little protection from anybody that decided to take a walk along the public area. And I knew for a fact that there was a direct line of site from several of the adjoining units directly down onto our first floor deck. The thought did occur to me to squirm over to a corner of the deck right up against the wall but who was I kidding, there was no place to hide what so ever.
My struggles for freedom had long been abandoned and I resigned myself to my fate. My wife had left me no reference for time and in situations like this boredom usually sets in. Not this time however. I was acutely aware of every rustle of the bushes that lined the back public area, every car that passed by and even the voices coming from the school yard across the street. No, especially aware of the voices coming from any direction!
The warm air was doing a fine job of drying the wet from not only my body but the ropes that were so tightly wrapped around my limbs. Over time I could feel the cotton clothesline increases its grip little by little until I felt as if my wrists and ankles in particular were encased in cement. The pressure on my elbows and knees increased slightly as well but not enough to cause me any more discomfort than I was already in. There was defiantly going to be some severe rope marks after my ordeal finally comes to an end which will have to be dealt with in one way or another.
I could get a glimpse of the sun and estimated it was around noon time which meant I had spent the better part of three hours alone and out for display on the balcony. Truth be known this gave me a perverse sense of pleasure and I was once again hard as a rock. Add the butterflies churning in my belly and the pain from the ropes cutting into my skin was a secondary sensation that I could very well live with.
Finally I heard the sliding glass door open and recognized my wife's bare feet stepping out and standing directly in front of my face. She has beautiful tiny feet with well manicured nails and is one of her many physical features that I find attractive...and she knows it. With some difficulty I managed to roll over onto my side and look up into her face and what I saw send shivers up and then right back down my spine. During our bondage and sex games in past she always gave me this bemused look and delighted in my predicament. Not this time however. Her look was not angry or emotionless but stern and very serious. The same expression one would have on their face when looking at a dog that had just made a deposit on a prized area rug. Unfortunately for me, this had the effect of making my cock even harder and I could feel ejaculate dripping from the tip of my penis. This apparently was not good in my wife’s eyes and as I discovered much later, prolonged my bondage considerably.
My wife then asked if I was having fun which was more of a statement than a question. Being gagged as I was my reply was nothing more than a grunt and this seemed to infuriate her even more. Wife then placed a foot on my shoulder and with more force than was necessary rolled me over onto my back then re-positioned her foot and applied most of her weight on the center of my chest. I groaned in agony as the pressure from my body intensified the pain I was experiencing on my wrists and ankles. This hurt like hell and my wife knew it but did not let up a bit on the pressure.
It wasn't until my eyes started to swell with pain that she let up, bent down over me and with her face right up to mine told me that this was not supposed to be fun and was to teach me what it was like to be really tied up. My wife knew me all too well and was fully aware that I did not consider it to be true bondage if all one needed to be untied was simply ask to be untied. All to often in past I had left my wife tied up just a little too long after the act of sex and I had to surmise this was her way of letting me know what it felt like to be tied up past the "best before date." With her face still in mine my wife reached down, grabbed my cock and squeezed. My reaction was immediate and ejaculate was squirted right up my belly with such force that it reached all the way to my chest.
The message was unmistakable. I was to suffer. Wife turned and left me in my bondage for the rest of the day and that was the last I saw or heard from her until well after the sun had set.
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Could this be the balcony in the story? Nah...but it sure looks the same.
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