The Stair

“Please, put it on and then I would like you to wear this as well,” she said as she drew a ball gag from her bag. “I am of course saying ‘please’, but what I mean is that if you do not immediately put on the mask I will be forced to use a bucket or two of cold water to encourage you, honey.”

I put on the mask and took the gag in my hands.

“Is this really…”

“….necessary,” she said as she finished the sentence for me.

“Of course it is! You will find that it will all go a lot smoother between us if you have nothing to say. After all, it has been lies all the way for the last few years so silence is better I suppose!”

I tightened the gag, forcing the ball into my open mouth.

“Make sure it is nice and tight,” she said.

Then she stood and went to the top of my cage. I thought that she was going to open the sort of lid that was in the centre of the top but instead she clicked a switch.

I heard a regular clicking noise every few seconds, a sort of switch or relay that repeatedly clicked and switched.

“That is an electrical relay,” she said. If I find you being obstreperous than I will leave it switched on; so that whenever you touch the bars of your little cage you will get a small shock. How small depends on my mood, how long it stays on for is also up to me. I would advise you that I am on a period right now and am not feeling in a very forgiving mood!”

She turned and started to cut the cardboard box into smaller pieces. She worked patiently and swiftly to remove all the cardboard. Then she returned from the house with other boxes that she opened to reveal a set of do it yourself cupboards from the local hypermarket. As she put them together she talked to me.

“I need a place to put a few things that really are better not stored in the house, the tools of my revenge so to say,” she said. “Then comes the soundproofing for the door and finally a few more slight alterations that will make my life easier and yours considerably more arduous.”

Finally she was finished and she went upstairs and closed the door. I was all alone in the dark. I loosened the gag a little and tried to decide how the fuck I was going to get out of this mess.

It was true!

I had had an affair with a woman that I met on a business trip over a year ago. I had slept with her and a couple of others as well. But I had never really expected that it would be, discovered. I had not realised that Eve would take such a terrible revenge. Now I was isolated in the dark, serving solitary with a misused woman as gaoler. Worst was, they would be searching for me in Greece and soon no one would believe that I was even alive!

*** The Lover.

It is a year now, or maybe three. Maybe more! I cannot get a grip on time here in my cage. Eve, my gorgeous wife no longer tells me the date, day or even the time. I am her hobby. The revenge has not yet run its course and she enjoys having a prisoner in the cellar.

Bit by bit she has gained mental and physical control of me. Chains and gags, cuffs and blindfolds. It was obvious that she had been shopping in a sex shop when she came with a collection of items that she could insert into me.

I tried to cry out when she pushed a huge dildo into me, but she just laughed and stroked my cock until I was as hard as a rock.

“Look who likes to be fucked like a little girl,” she said as she switched on the vibrator and slowly milked me with a gloved hand. “Again?”

I tried to say no but she would not hear.

I felt her attach something to my raging prick that started to move and milk me as the dildo in my rear pushed and bucked with mechanical ardour.“That’s so much better,” she said as she closed my eyes. “Automatic love from this automatic pussy will keep you satisfied!”

I heard her switch on the electric current in the cage. That evil clicking sound started, warning me off touching the bars of my world. Now I was blind, being raped and if I moved a few inches I would be shocked as well.

“I have something special on order for you, my dear,” she said. “When it comes, you will really be fucked properly. The machine I have ordered can run forever, because it has no batteries, it runs from the mains. It is diabolical what they sell on the Internet, you will just love it, honey!”

I whimpered as I heard her steps on the stairs.

The clicking of her heels and then the closing of the door.

That next visit she started to make me drink from her body. Always I was blindfolded, never was I allowed to see her naked, never once did she use me to service her. She raped and fucked me, she made me come for her, Eve occasionally punished me with a crop…

I was bound and fastened like an animal as she admired her work. She introduced me to her latest toy, a simple fucking machine that she could use to make me suffer all night and all day. With a steady whine the disk rotated and pushed a huge simulacrum of a penis into me while I lay helpless in my cage.

The Lovers.

“Darling,” she said. “It was wonderful last night, Ken is such a considerate lover.”

Eve sat in front of the cage on the small easy chair and crossed her long legs with a sweeping motion. Her hand tended to her curls for a moment as she recalled her evening with my former colleague.

“First we went to a lovely restaurant in Soho. Italian, and so sophisticated. He has such good taste in wine, honey. We had a perfect bottle of Rothschild with a dinner that was to die for. Escallops, mussels, black tagliolini with squid. Dreamy!”

There was a light in Eve’s eyes that spoke of rapture as she described the evening.

“I thought, in my innocence, that we were going to go to the theatre, but Ken is so clever, he took me to one of those erotic clubs that infest Soho. It was so sleazy, expensive, but a real treat. Darling, you are missing so much by being here. On the other hand it’s entirely your fault, isn’t it?”

She reached for her little clutch bag and pulled out a packet of cigarettes and lit one of the slim pink cylinders with her Dunhill.

“I have never been groped under the table before, darling, but it was all so dreamy. You know that all the girls who served in the club wore latex? It was outrageous, but so, so erotic. They had such a naughty show with women and men who do things that I would never have dreamed of doing. Ken Halderwell is so very kinky, he really is in to all that bondage stuff and I must say that it pretty much excites me too!”

She took a pull at the cigarette and eyed the tip for a moment as though it gave her the inception of an idea.

“So, after climaxing under the table twice, we went to the Savoy. It’s wonderful there, so perfect, so still and like a fantasy. Of course I had to allow Ken to fuck me, honey! How could I reward him otherwise for the wonderful night?”

She brushed a stray curl and held her hand up, fingers outstretched, to admire the manicure. Strawberries and roses hand-painted on those long sharp nails.

“Ken Halderwell is certainly well endowed, darling, and he is not embarrassed to use it either! I am sure that you are so glad that he serviced me properly. He showed me how to sit on a man’s face and extract the most pleasure from every lick of the tongue. After climaxing so many times that I lost count; I let him show me what he wanted and gave him something special! It is the first time that I have allowed a man to take me from behind; anal sex has never really interested me until now. It was so good, so fulfilling and filling if you get my meaning.

He used a pair of handcuffs on me and I used them back on him. We must have played all night.”

The cigarette was finished and she dropped the stub to the tiles and crushed it with the pointed heel of her stiletto.

“Darling, honey? Is that a tear in your eye? Well never mind. I have some very special news for you. Ken Halderwell is coming round here in an hour to look at you. Now that the coroner’s court has declared you dead I am at last a wealthy woman. There is another little twist, lover, because Ken has also been made rich by your death. He now owns all the rights to that software patent that you both had and it seems that everyone wants to use it!”

I felt my body shake with the hopelessness of it all. Eve laughed and enjoyed my distress.

“Ken says that there is nothing more erotic than another’s pain, and he might just be right. I mean, honey, you are crying and I am feeling horny!”

She slowly pulled up her dress to her waist. One hand slid a finger into her naked slit while the other held the dress up so that I could see every detail of Eve frigging herself to my suffering.

No panties just smooth flesh… and Ken’s come dripping…

It was the first glimpse that I had had of my wife’s pussy in such a long time. I had dreamed of that milk white skin that folded so neatly over the lips of her cunt. Dreamed and longed for it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she gasped as she orgasmed and then let the dress fall.

“Ken has proposed to me. Now that you are dead, the widow can marry again. I have not decided if I shall say ‘yes’, but he is certainly an intriguing lover. He says that you will make an ideal ‘fuck puppet’, but I am not sure exactly what he means. I am eager to find out and I am sure that you are too. I don’t think that it sounds too much fun for you though, honey!”

Eve stood and looked at her high stilettos speculatively as if puzzling something out. A wet patch on her dress showed at her thighs, it marked the centre of her excitement at discovering that there might be just so much more possible for a woman with a husband who no longer existed. Or maybe it marked where Ken’s juices were leaking out of Eve’s cunt.

Her foot extended to push the shoe into my cage.

“Kiss it, honey. Ken will be here soon to fuck me again and look you over. It does not look to good for you, my little fuck puppet because he wants to start by showing me that a simple caning can reduce a man to a shuddering, eager slave slut.”

“He told me that the spasms of a slave in agony are a unique gratification when the slave is serving orally. He says that pain is the best lubricant for service.”

“There is no coming to consciousness without pain.”

The End