Chapter 2: Getting Ready for the Test
Chapter 2: Getting Ready for the Test
Half way through August, I came up with an idea that sank its claws into my mind and would not let go. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. The problem was: would Tom agree to do it?
Oral sex, or a blowjob, or fellatio, to be technical, became a regular part of our adventures. At first, it was one of my “punishments” but eventually changed to simply my way to thanking him for the wonderful things he did to me. Well, one day, after I had thanked him long and lovingly, and he seemed quite mellow, I sprung the idea on him.
“My mother is going to spend the weekend with her boyfriend, Dan the Drip, in Las Vegas,” I told him.
“Yes?”
“Well, that means that she will be gone from Friday night to Sunday night. And that means I’ll be home alone. All alone. No one else there.”
I could see that I had his attention. “So, I was wondering if you would consider doing me a favor.” I smiled as sweetly as I could. “Would you leave me tied up all night? In my bedroom, of course. Your wife will be home, so doing it in your house is impossible.”
“You want to be tied up all night? Figures. You do like being left tied for long periods. But four hours is the most we’ve tried. All night would be twice that, at the least.”
“It doesn’t have to be a tight hogtie,” I said. “Something more comfortable would be fine. So long as, of course, I am really helpless. It has to be real.”
“Of course, real. Well, let me think.”
As he thought, his finger was casually stroking my special place. I might have had an orgasm only half an hour before, but I was still tied up (a hogtie as usual), and quickly responded to his touch. I was softly moaning as he came to his conclusion.
“It might be possible. But I want to make sure that you can take it. Don’t want any problems.”
“No problems,” I agreed.
“Would you want that in your bedroom?”
I said, “That was what I was thinking. Maybe you could tie me down to my bed. Like I say, it doesn’t have to be a hogtie or something harsh like that.”
“Let me see what is in your bedroom.”
He had to untie me, but it was getting close to the point where the adventure usually came to a close. I borrowed a coat from him to hide my nudity and we walked over to my house. Normally, I would have climbed the fence and not worried about how nearly naked I was. The coat hid that I was naked but also the rope marks on my wrists and ankles, which would have told a story to anyone who saw them. Fortunately, there was no one on the street.
I showed him up to my bedroom. “There is just Mom and me living here,” I explained. “When she’s hundreds of miles away in Las Vegas, I’ll be all alone.”
I showed him the bed. It was the original bed that I had been using for years, since I was much younger. It was not a big mattress, not like the king sized bed Tom slept on. Just a single, but big enough for me. He squatted down and looked under it, then tested the railing and frame. The headboard he frowned at. It was decorative, not very solid. Finally, he stepped back and told me, “I think we can work something out. I’ll have to make a couple modifications to your bed, but it won’t be hard and won’t show unless you look under the bed.”
I was getting eager. This was working out wonderfully! “Please feel free to change anything you need to.”
“I have to get a couple things from the hardware store. I’ll come back later.”
He gave me a kiss and left. After seeing how passionately he kissed Darlene, I was disappointed. When he kissed me, it was always more a brotherly kiss than one filled with sexual passion. Sigh.
I put on some regular clothes and went downstairs to fix lunch. A few hours later, there came a knock on the door. Tom was back with a large bag. In the bedroom, he pulled off my covers and mattress to expose the frame. It was a standard metal frame, designed to hold a mattress. The headboard was made of wood and screwed onto the frame. Tom laid out some tools on the floor. I watched with fascination as he made a few modifications to my bed.
First, he plugged in an electric drill. That he used to drill several holes in the angle iron of the frame. Through each, he placed a ringbolt and tightened them down with a wrench. The bolts were simply steel rings with a threaded shaft. Nuts screwed onto the shaft, securing the bolt in place on the frame. He put one of those at each corner of the frame. That would be useful for restraining me in a spread-eagle position, I realized with a tingle of excitement. Then he added another ring at each end, centered on the frame. Two more were added on the frame sides about in the middle.
That was all. My bed was now ready for me to be tied down to it. He put the mattress back but left the sheets and covers for me replace.
He gathered up his tools. “That should be all we need,” he told me. “But we will want to test it.”
Those words were wonderful to hear. Yes, go ahead and test it! Right then would be fine! I started to pull off my tee shirt.
“Whoa there. I mean a test of a few hours at least. It’s getting late and we don’t have time before your mom gets home. We’ll do it tomorrow. About nine o’clock in the morning okay with you?”
It was more than okay. I agreed and told him to just come on over, I would be waiting. Eagerly, I need not have to add.