I know what your thinking. No, not that kind of a box cutter. Read on to see what I mean.
My husband and I have a great relationship and openly discuss our sexual kinkiness. He knows all about my love of bondage and how I really “get off” when I’m truly helpless. I never have to beg or coax him to put me in restraints. The sight of me laced with ropes or locked and rattling around in chains really turns him on.
Before we met I practiced Selfbondage on my own and when the release mechanism released me it was over. Well except me rubbing myself to a mind-blowing orgasm. But now after he cums I am left restrained for awhile (sometimes a long while) just so he can enjoy the view, only to get aroused again. Lucky him. Lucky me!
I sometimes amaze myself with the kinky ideas I come up with. One such idea became a reality. You see it all began after receiving our tax return check and of course we HAD to buy some stuff. For a long time we had been planning to buy a digital camera and a new printer. My husbands old skill saw smoked it’s motor to a full stop the last time he tried to use it. So he needed a new one of those. I ordered the camera and printer on line and hubby picked up his new saw at the local Walmart store. Life was good.
We laughed and joked about what he should build with his new skill saw. I can tell you right now he is no finish carpenter. Maybe one-step up from birdhouse construction. Lets see... wooden stocks? He could do that. An X-frame? Really don’t need it. We already have eyebolts in strategic places. Hmmmm what to build?
A couple of days later the idea popped into my head and I quickly consulted my bondage apparatus construction-engineering husband. The growing bulge in his pants confirmed this was a great idea!
Saturday he took the old farm truck to a discount lumberyard north of town and brought back 2X4’s and ¾ inch plywood boards. I sketched out my idea and the rough dimensions which he modified so that all would fit properly and be strong. The way he squirmed around and acted told me he was anxious to get started. We agreed that all the boards would be cut today and tomorrow everything would be assembled. I helped him unload the two big sheets of plywood and place them on saw horses. First he cut up the 2x4’s to make frames. He went ahead and fastened the frames together using more 2x4’s. By mid afternoon the basic box frame was completed. Next with me helping and holding the big sheets of plywood he used his new skill saw like a master craftsman and reduced everything down to a pile of rectangles.
We were both tired, hot and horny, but at least the first part of the plan was completed. Tomorrow will be my “BIG DAY”.
If its helplessness I want then helplessness is what I am going to get. I told him to take a shower while I fix something to eat. I planned to get cleaned up later after he left for work. He had other ideas. After he stripped off to take his shower he quickly stripped me down and hand cuffed my hands in front and locked on my ankle cuffs. He said I could clean up tomorrow night or whenever I found myself free again. That thought certainly gave me something to think about. I had mixed emotions and could feel myself getting wet down there.
My plan was in motion and now nothing would stop it. I guess that is all part of the fun. I went to bed feeling dirty. I am sure I had sawdust in my hair. The cuffs were not coming off!
Sleep tight!
I had a restless night, waking up at least every hour. My mind would drift to the box and what was in store for me tomorrow. I would start getting excited and want to touch myself but I always stopped just short of giving myself an orgasm.
By nine the next morning we were back in the barn workshop, me still naked and cuffed. It was cool in there but the rising sun had lots of warmth so we moved everything out into the feedlot. We didn’t talk much. We didn’t have to. We both knew what was going to happen. The 2X4 frame was put together with long nails and was strong enough by itself but when the plywood sides are fastened on, there will be no escaping the box. He suggested I go back to the house and drink plenty of water and go to the bathroom. By that time all will be ready.
I grabbed a candy bar for an energy boost and as I returned to the barn lot I could hear the whirl of the cordless drill. He had screwed on one piece of plywood to the 2X4 frame and sat that side down on the ground.
“Kneel”, was all he said, as he pointed to the plywood.
I climbed into the frame and did as I was told. He began moving the plywood pieces into place and using his cordless drill to put in long screws through the plywood into the 2X4’s.
The sun beat down on me and now beads of perspiration popped out on my skin probably mostly because of nervousness. Each time he would put in another screw I would get a little wetter. Soon all four sides were securely attached. I had a little more room in the box than I imagined I would.
He switched his drill from a screwdriver to a regular drill and made a series of one-inch holes in the remaining piece of plywood. Flipping the sheet over on to the box showered me with shavings and saw dust. Suddenly my world became darker. As he squared up the top of the box he asked if I was still ok.
“Yes. Do it. Do it quickly!”
Now the final screws were going into the top. There was no escape. I squirmed around and got my butt on the bottom of the box. I could see the sky through the holes in the roof. He was still putting in screws. Then silence.
I became aware of him leaving to put his tools away and then returning. “You might need this”. He poked a hacksaw blade through a hole and it dropped on me.
That was our deal. I was to be secured in a strong wood box. He promised not to release me no matter how long it takes. I had to release myself and I only had a small-toothed hacksaw blade to cut myself free. I was hot, sweaty, dirty, covered in itchy saw dust, and I haven’t even begin to start my escape. The holes were about four inches apart. It was obvious to cut from hole to hole until a big piece of wood fell out creating an escape hatch.
Of course I did escape. It took me almost 5 hours of cutting, resting my cramping fingers, and playing with myself to get free. I got splinters in places I never had before. Hubby said he wasn’t worried as long as he could see the saw blade going up and down through the holes.
We discussed the whole situation.
Was it worth it?
Yes! Definitely!
Should we do that again?
Maybe a steel box!
A finger nail file?
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08.05.02