Is there no end to this torment in sight? Apparently not.
As my wife was roping me down to the chair I could see that my little plan for spooning her during the night was not going to be an option...not an option at all. However each time wife gave the rope a yank digging it down deep into my flesh, my penis just became that much more erect and full. When wife started in on the ball bondage the feelings in the pit of my stomach were so intense I had to close my eyes and place myself elsewhere or risk a premature ejaculation. This forced plan B was certainly going to be as interesting if not more so than the plan A I had so cleverly formulated in my devious little mind.
Imagine how I felt, bound so tightly and securely that all but the slightest movement was impossible, when my wife let off my load. Pure pleasure to "let me out of these ropes" in a matter of a few seconds. Wife meant business this time and she made no bones about it. All I could do was let out a soft groan as she turned on her heels, flicked off the light, closed the door tightly on me and went into our bedroom.
I could hear the muffled sound of the clock radio coming from the bedroom and knew my wife was laying in bed taking in a good book. This was one of her pleasures and I could clearly picture her in my mind dressed in her short nightie with ankles delicately crossed and engrossed in that thick book of hers. Drove me mad as this is when I love to lay down beside her and massage her feet and legs. Wife usually giggles and pushes me away if my finger tips accidentally on purpose find her sex. This was not to be for me tonight and try as I might, there was nothing more left in me for another erection. My frustrations were mounting by the minute.
Eventually the bedroom became quiet which was an indication, to me bound to a chair at any rate that my wife had finally turned in for the night. Struggling of any sort was an exercise in futility but I continued to do so anyway. In spite of my ball bondage and the ability to press down my feet thereby putting a bit of pleasurable pressure on my nuts, an erection was still a no go. Stupid of me really to probe for a knot, any knot with my fingers. Even if I could find one, which my wife made sure I could not, they were so tight by now that a cutting utensil would definitely be needed once the time came to release me.
As the night wore on boredom was my greatest enemy as there is nothing for the mind to do except flex the odd muscle here and there. I tried getting some sleep but that is more difficult than it seems tied bolt upright in a sitting position to a chair. Perhaps I did dose off for a few moments or even longer but I have no recollection of doing so. Every building has its own unique sounds that seem to be heard only in the dead silence of night and this building was no exception. I said a silent prayer that none of the groans was a small rodent making its way around the room in search for a late night snack. If this was the case I was screwed as you can well imagine.
The birds started chirping well before sunrise and were a welcome distraction. Gradually dark became dawn and a small sliver of sunlight sparkled on the window directly in front of me. I was physically tired and my limbs ached from the tension of the ropes which had imprisoned my arms, wrists, knees and ankles for the past 36 hours now. My balls were sore and tender from being encased in cord, my ass was numb from sitting on it for the last 9 hours or so, I still couldn't get a hard on and I was hungry damn it! To add to my misery this was Sunday and my dear beloved wife loved to sleep in until almost noon on this day. My custom on Sunday's is to get up early, make coffee, read the paper and leave wife well enough alone until she is good and ready to make an appearance. No coffee or paper for me today and I calculated another 5 hours of quality alone time in bondage before wife decided to get out of bed and start her day.
Finally I heard the running of water and knew that my wife was up and about and getting ready for her day. I squirmed in anticipation as I heard footsteps approach the door and my cock started to tingle. Instead of the sound of a turning door knob I heard the refrigerator freezer door open and then slam shut meaning wife had retrieved the coffee canister and was about to brew some java! How I love my coffee in the morning and just the smell of it set my tastes buds into motion. The aroma of toast wafted through the air and delighted my nostrils. My tummy was in full complaint mode and was eagerly awaiting the breakfast that was surly coming.
I waited and waited and waited and then waited some more but no room service this day apparently. Should I call out and risk pissing my wife off or just go for it. Since I was in no condition to defend myself at all I choose to keep quiet and just tough it out until wife decided to show. I could hear wife fumble around with the coffee pot which meant she was pouring a second cup. Question was, is she pouring a refill for herself or a mug for her dear bound husband? The toaster also dinged a second time indicating more toast being toasted.
When my wife finally did make her grand entrance into the second bedroom, sometime after noon that day she was empty handed. I did inquire about breakfast to which she replied, "Oh, did you want breakfast? Why didn't you ask me then?"
So began my second full day of bondage
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