“Why are you getting home so late?” Marj was yelling. And Roy really wasn’t in the mood for it. The three days he had spent a work that week had seemed to last for an eternity. He was just ready for this Friday night and two whole days away from the office. “Did you forget about your _Punishment_Weekend_?” Marj implored. “You knew several weeks ago that this was coming up and now you are arriving over twenty minutes late.” Roy looked at the flow dumfounded. He had not expected this. “Get in here and strip. Right now. Let’s get this little lateness infraction taken care of so we can get on with your actual punishment.” Roy walked over into the living room and started removing his clothes. He left his boxer shorts or last?he hated being paraded naked around the apartment for any reason. “Arms straight out. I don’t want you to be covering yourself. And,” she said with a sly grin while circling and inspecting his naked body, “I might decide to clip some clothespins on your nipples or under your arms. Maybe even turn you into a _Pin_Cushion_. Now keep those arms up and I will be back in a few minutes.” Marj walked out of the room and with the noise she was making, Roy really didn’t have to guess why. He knew that she was in one of her moods and this weekend was off to one hell of a start.
“I thought I told you to keep those arms up!” Marj re-entered the room with a vengeance. “I thought they were up.” “What did you say? No matter.” Marj expertly held Roy’s nose until he open his mouth so she could shove the large cloth gag in. “This will keep you quiet. There is no room at all for back-talk this weekend?and this weekend hasn’t even begun. Now get on your knees and come over here and lay across my lap.” Roy crawled across the room to her?sitting in the chair she had just setup. Laying across her lap left his feet on the ground?supported by his hands?and his ass way up in the air. There could be no doubt about what was to happen next. “For showing up late for your punishment I am giving you one hand spanking. Starting now.” And she wasn’t kidding as her arm reined blows turning his bottom to a flushing shade of pink. The punishment continued unabated for several minutes until Mark stopped to rest her arm. “Have you learned your lesson yet Roy?” Roy meekly nodded yes. The packing in his mouth wouldn’t allow many noises to come out?let alone intelligible words. “Good. Since you have learned your lesson about showing up late this time I will reinforce it so it doesn’t happen again. And I will need to try out that new paddle for me.”
Roy was standing in the hallway with his nosed pressed into a circle that she had drawn on the wall. His feet were growing tired from the tip-toes position he was forced to hold. His arms continued to grow heavy as they eventually slipped below the line she had drawn on the way. “I thought I told you to keep those arms up! Get back in the living room.” As he walked back to the other room he felt his butt smarting. That new paddle she had has sure done a number on him. The flushing pink had gone to somewhere between a dark pink and glowing red. Apparently she was just getting started. “Hold out your hands. Palm up.” The moments hesitation allow her to fiercely twist his nipple and repeat again, “I told you to hold out your hands. Toward me. Do not make me tell you a third time. A little persuaion is in order,” she said, slapping his hands with a ruler, “to keep you in line. When I tell you to hold out your hands,” she said slapping again, “you will HOLD OUT YOUR HANDS.” Each of the last words being punctuated with the swish and impact of the ruler. “Let me remove your gag and I think we will be ready for the _Punishment_Weekend_ to begin.”
“When you are wearing this collar,” Marj rules while snapping the two locks on the back of the _Posture_Collar_, “you will not speak. Nor will you look down. You will keep your eyes open and look out, though you will be unable to see anything I am doing.” Roy heard a ring snap over the base of his crotch and felt a cool plastic sheath slide up to the base of his penis, effectively trapping it. The click of a lock confirmed his worst fears, which were echoed by Marj. “You have been locked in a device which will prevent you from feeling pleasure or obtaining release. I have the only key and can tease you as much as I want knowing that it will only frustrate you more. You will be released only when I say you can. If I say you can. That release may be bvased on showing me pleasure that you have been holding back on for some time. Or I may just leave you locked up forever.” The weight and finality of her statements were just sinking in as Roy felt the padded leather cuffs locked on his wrists. The plastic cage was already beginning to tighten around him?and she wasn’t even trying yet. The double locking leg cuffs went on next. These always seemed to jingle when he walked. A short chain was connected between them after the high heels were locked on his feet. They were not impossibly high?but still high enough to make standing and walking a challenge. A leash leading to his collar completed the ensemble. “Roy, there are now eleven locks holding all of your implements in place. If this does not prove to be enough, I will use more. More security. More pain. Less pleasure. They are always an option.” “As much as I would like to stand here watching you, however, I need a cigarette. And you are going outside with me.” “But, I’m...” “You, are not to speak with the collar on. Perhaps reminders are necessary.” Marj affixed the clothespins on his nipples so they pointed to the sides. The weight of the vibrators attached to the pegs gave his tender nipples a quarter turn. The vibrator set to pleasure his backside only caused more straining against his plastic cage. This was torture. Shorts and a jacket loosely covered his bonds as she prepared him for entering the early twilight. After attaching his wrists to his collar, Roy’s arms look like wings and he appeared ready to fly.
Roy had regained his bird like stature after having his coat and shorts removed on the rteun inside. The three buzzers controlled by Marj kept him straining strainging against the cage. And the cage was winning. “I ordered dinner and it should be here soon. Until it arrives, yo u will pleasure me orally as I sit on the couch. If you do a good job then you will regain the use of your hands. And if you do a /really/ good job, the buzzers will be removed.” And with that, Roy began his work.
Roy’s nipples we killing his. The clamps had been reapplied for this latest trip outside (after dinner). Apparently she had noticed a clumsiness in the way he handled dinner. Or maybe she just wanted to see him in more pain.
“I told you to stand there silently. Every time you move you accumulate more demerits.” Roy was doing his best, but Marj had revived one of her more devious punishments: make it near impossible to stand (let alone stand still) and then add up the punishment each time he moved. It was ingenious and pure evil. He couldn’t stand in the high heels. Whimpers and other expressions came involuntarily from him. Trying to keep his arms raised to her impossible heights (after she attached weights to his cuffs). He was relieved when she stopped counting. He had lost track at 40. “We have a couple of more items on the agenda for tonight,” she said removing his collar. The leg cuffs and shoes were removed as she continued, “You will find clothes in your room. Go put them on and then reattach your leg cuffs and be ready in 10 minutes. Do not be late.”
Roy stood in the kitchen annoyed by the itches in his crotch?the one caused by the pantyhose and the one he couldn’t scratch. They were pulled up over the old red panties and rubber corset. At least she had laid out the green night gown to keep the rubber from attacking his skin. The locks on the wrist cuffs jingles inside of his coat. All of the other locks were covered by his jeans, but the low cut of his tennis shoes still left him feeling vulnerable to exposure. He still wasn’t sure of the plan as Marj checked him out as his time limit expired. This wasn’t cleared up much as she told him to go out to the car. “Were going for a drive.”
“What about this pair?” Marj asked while sorting through the bin. “That one is nice,” Roy said in reference to the red G-string she was holding up. Marj had been sorting through underwear from twenty minutes and he was just ready for her to be done. At least the mall closing soon would be able to end the shopping trip. With the large bars and assortment of panties, Roy had no illusions about their purpose?they were all for him. Just one more part of his punishment?making him help pick out the clothes she would use to punish him further. Roy finally felt relief as she moved over to the register?even though he couldn’t see her final selections. At least this part of the trip was over.
Roy stood in lien at the hardware store. He wasn’t sure if it was a good things that she had sent him in here alone or not. The instructions had been simple, if not a little vague: “Get the materials to build af X-Frame Spreader Bar.” He had built plenty of others, but not under these conditions. would she make him finish it for her to use on him before releasing his cock from the cage to which is had been subjected. The cashier started ringing his purchases.
Roy stood behind the sofa. At least what should have been behind. His back was to the back of the sofa and he didn’t have a clue about what kind of nightcap Marj had planned. The panties and hose that had been his traveling clothes had been removed?replaced by the stilettos and tall _Posture_Collar_. Roy could feel the gentle breeze in the apartment teasing his manhood, still trapped in the plastic shell to which Mark held the only key. Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be. “As you may have guessed the panties that were bought earlier in the evening are for you. I wanted to see a different look when I paddle your ass, but couldn’t decide which pair I liked best, so I just got them all. I’m going to have you put on a pair and bend over the couch so I can paddle you. Then you’ll get back up and put on the next pair. After each round through the panties I will eliminate one pair so we can try again. And I can find which ones I like.” “But that will...” “Of course it will hurt, “Marj cut him off with an evil eye. “A _Punishment_Weekend_ is not about feeling good. It’s about being punished. Any other outbursts like that and I may have to gag you for the remainder of the selection. And then I wouldn’t have to worry about how hard the strokes are.” “And since I want to find the best multi-purpose punishment panties, a variety of implements will be called for. Starting with this school paddle.
Marj was back to the school paddle. As much noise as the others made, they just didn’t seem to bring out the color in Roy’s cheeks. She had tried countless pair of panties on him?red thongs, flowered high-cuts, plaid low-cuts and even some of the older ones she kept around for him (just to increase the number of rounds). The thong seemed to be winning and with Roy’s whimpers gagged into submission, he was definitely on the losing end.
Roy sat gingerly on the chair. Marj had chosen her pair and slid them on him, but had not told him which ones they were. It felt like a thong, but he could not be sure of the color. Perhaps she liked watching his butt burn after punishment. that would explain her leading him around the apartment on a leash after making her selection. The shoes had been removed from his feet for which he was grateful, but the chilly night air was making them a little cold. The ankle cuffs, which had been locked together before his forced march, was forcing his position in the chair to show off his new panties. Roy was glad that the corset, collar and gag had been removed. At least he could breathe normally again. And the robe he was wearing allowed plenty of coverage from the wind and enough mobility for him to sit across the proch from her and have a cigarette. Roy was happy. Happy even perhaps after she told him to, “Take off that robe and go to bed. Your punishment will continue in the morning.”
Roy was starting to feel better as the hot water streamed over his body in the shower. He was finally rid of all the equipment which had given him a fitful nights sleep. Except for one piece. That chastity harness was still locked on. He supposed that Marj didn’t trust him enough to give him that key. At least the water was working the rest of the kinks out. The note on the bathroom door had left him the keys and told him to take a shower immediately. Roy wasn’t one to complain and assumed that more instructions would come when the shower was done. He was right.
Roy found the note outlining the course of the day sitting on his desk after he exited the shower. It was less of a note than a letter, and it made everything crystal clear. “Good morning. I hope that you slept well, for there is a big day in front of us, starting with breakfast. You will get dressed as follows, then cook and serve me breakfast in bed.” Roy jumped as he started reading the clothing list for breakfast. “You will put on a pair of your new panties, panty hose and a panty girdle over top of the rubber corset. There is no need for the under corset nightgown, so don’t use it. The ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs, and posture collar should be locked back on , as well as the stilettos I have set out for you. The skirt and blouse will completely cover the bra and giant tits that I have also laid out for you. The apron will get you in the mood for breakfast while the single chain link between your ankles will make sure you don’t run away. And to keep breakfast more interesting, your wrists will also be connected by a single link. Roy finished reading the rest of the note quickly and got dressed. The muffins and milk were going to take a while to prepare and he needed to get done before she woke up.
Roy was back in his office, after breakfast, making plans. the meal had gone well except she had insisted that he remain standing, pull his skirt up and his panties down. Each time she took a couple of bites she would have him rotate so she could take in the whole of the punishment she was inflicting?from his caged manhood to the patchwork of stripes on his backside. She had decided to let him eat after she was done so she could take a shower (instead of the paddling that she thought he richly deserved. Which left him reading the rest of the letter after straightening his clothes as she made busy to start her day. “The main task for the day is to finish the X-Frame you bough the parts for yesterday. After each hour (as noted byt he timer) you will present yourself to me for a randomly chosen task or punishment.” Random but decently fair. Roy didn’t have much of an issue with any of it. Until he read the final note. “Many of the tasks will take you out of the house. For each trip out you will wear your corset, nipple clamps, panties, hose, wrist and ankle cuffs (both locked on) as well as a shirt of my choosing and your punishment jeans. Your outer clothes will also be locked on to ensure the nipple clamps are not removed during the trip. Depending on behavior other clothing may be required or disallowed. “After returning to the house you will present yourself to me so that I may unlock your outer clothes. You will then adjust your clothes to receive a paddling before redressing in a suitable manner to continue working on your task.” Roy got back to making his plans. The first hour was already half over.
Roy could feel the sweat pooling in the small of his back. Without removing any of his other clothes, Marj had just locked his wrists together in front of him and wrapped him in what seemed like endless rolls of plastic wrap and clear tape. Roy could feel the weight of the giant breasts on his chest and the occasional vibration from the remote egg placed between his cheeks. Roy kept straining to see or hear something, but nothing was out there. The ear plugs, hood and blindfold deadened all of his senses. Roy had also lost sense of time and had no idea how long the torment had been going on, nor for how much longer it would continue. Until he felt her sex at his lips. Then he knew what he had to do to end the torment.
Roy was acutely aware of the pain in his nipples as he stood in the checkout line at Wal-Mart. He was ready for this task to be over, but had no idea how far Marj would drag it out. The materials in his shopping cart would make a T-Shirt with “Clamp My Nipples” on the front and “Big Titted Slut Puppy” on the back. The more worrisome project, however, were the panties to have “Whip Me” written on them. As he dropped the items on the conveyor he realized that after making the clothing he would probably have to wear it and it would provide the allure of a grade school “Kick Me” sign.
Roy was glad that he was almost done. The third task had involved vacuuming the entire apartment with his legs chained together and his wrists locked together. With his neck. The skirt had been pinned to the back of his shirt and his bloomers down around his knees. After walking around bent over for twenty minutes his butt was getting sore from Marj’s attention. It was a target she couldn’t resist, and with her recent practice, a target she couldn’t miss.
Roy hoped that Marj was satisfied?or at least close to it. She had him kneeling down with a long spreader keeping his arms straight out and a plug shoved up his as. And licking and smelling her sex. It seems like he had been munching for hours in order to give her satisfaction, but it just wasn’t happening. This might take a long and painful while if she decided to get the whips out.
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