Having It All (35 page)

Second, he had to make sure that the hardware was sturdy enough and connected to a major internal structural member so that no matter how much weight was attached, it would remain in place and could not be broken or removed. He tested each fitting with a stack of sandbags contained in a sturdy nylon net which he hoisted using a double block and tackle. The test weight was 500pounds and he felt this was a much greater weight than anything he wanted to hang.

Only after multiple tests did Jim hang Sandy from the rings in each room, despite her strong and continuing objections. He found it useful to put her in the total brank, cuff her hands up behind her back with a chain to the rear of the collar and then attach a chain to the ring on top of the brank and fasten it with no slack to an overhead ring. This left Sandy standing at full length, her head held by the suspension and her small feet prancing about on the floor or carpet while Jim attended to other work elsewhere in the house. On occasion, when he was inclined for a little sexual molestation, he put a leg spreader on her ankles, forced her feet into a pair of high spiked heels and then took her from behind, holding onto her tits or hips while driving his engorged cock deeply into either available hole. A butt plug was often her reward for this episode and because the brank silenced her so well, Jim was happy to know that she had no audible complaints. In Sandy's mind, the dream images of the hours on the heated rail and days in the hanging cage seemed to fade in and out, depending on the intensity of whatever Jim had in mind for the day. Once he left for work at the office, Sandy had many hours to contemplate her situation. By dinnertime, she had often experienced so many orgasms that she was only semi-conscious. When Jim first showed her the body cage of his own design, she actually fainted.

The overhead hardware in the many rooms allowed for the formfitting body cage to be suspended at any level. This holdover from the dark ages was one of Jim's many artistic accomplishments. Measured precisely to fit Sandy's every curve, the cage was always a threat for extreme punishment and, over time, Sandy made a habit of avoiding this whenever possible as it quickly conjured up the dream images of the Inquisitor and the smoky domed room where she hung.

To benefit from the cage's functions, the victim had to step in and place her feet in the steel foot enclosures at the very base of the cage and then be lifted so that the body eased into the skeleton enclosure with a dozen primary flat steel straps that were held together by adjustable friction fittings and vertical frame members. When the feet were in place, Jim next adjusted the built-in collar around the victim's neck and locked it. Thus, even if her hands were free, the captive in the cage was not leaving any time soon.

There followed additional adjustments to assure that the cold, flat steel bands fit perfectly around shoulders, chest above the breasts and upper arms, below the breasts, at the waist, around the hips and buttocks, below the hips, mid way down the thighs, above and below the knees, at mid calf and finally at the ankles. Beyond the primary locking bands, the operator could, at his option, fit additional bands. Such an arrangement permitted a crotch saddle with or without anal and vaginal probes attached, and a fearsomely complex double band device intended to capture the breasts and nipples in a most unpleasant way. When fully equipped, the hanging cage restrained the victim totally. Optional inserts in the mouth, rectum and urethra allowed one to keep the prisoner in the cage indefinitely. Jim thought about that a lot and it was therefore not just Sandy who visualized being kept in the hanging body cage for months at a time. But when the first test came, Sandy, as usual, objected strongly to the whole idea, whining about not wanting to stand up for any length of time and then as Jim closed the bands one at a time, squeezing her smooth, white flesh into the enclosure, bitching about being pinched here and there as hasps were closed and locked.

All in all, Jim was pleased to close the mouthpiece on the brank and shut her up. He shut the eyepiece too and a certain peace and quiet finally descended upon the house, while Sandy twisted and shook inside her new container. Jim applied the overhead hoist and lifted the cage up until it was at the cable stops near the ceiling. Sandy discovered that she could get the cage to swing, so Jim connected a chain to the bottom of the device and pulled it tight to a ring on the floor. He took many still digital photos and then switched to his video cam for more detailed images of Sandy in the cage. He added a narrative of his own to the soundtrack:

“Here we see the punished slave in her new cage, hanging high above the floor, unable to do more than perhaps flutter her fingers and maybe, just maybe, wiggle a few toes. She is without sight, speech or contact with the outside world. In her ears is a white noise recording that will soon become annoyingly monotonous. If there were birds in here, they surely would sense the helplessness of this new prey and perhaps descend upon her helpful body, scratching and pecking at her flesh. We aren't that sophisticated here yet, but in time, who knows? Maybe birds would be an interesting addition to the complex.

“Meanwhile, the slave will have little to do but await her next feeding and hydration cycle…” he zoomed in on the tubes leading to the gag.” Her body functions are all being monitored and, with the help of the newly added plumbing…” he zoomed in again for a close-up of the thin tube exiting her frontal crack and then the larger tubes extending out from her ass…” She can stay here indefinitely without fouling herself or the cage. In all, one might say that this is perhaps one of the easiest ways to keep one's prisoners without much bother.

“But now,” Jim added as he panned the camera across Sandy's sweating and twitching body, “we add some inexpensive accessories.” The camera moved to a nearby table with several items displayed on the surface. “For example, let's apply this harmless spray to the hanging body…”

Jim picked up a spray can, focused the camera on the label and held it there long enough for the audience to read: “Irritant. Use with caution. Will cause extreme itching when in contact with human skin. Wash area immediately with soap and water to remove.”

He sprayed a bit on Sandy's smooth, rounded ass that oozed slightly out from between the horizontal bars of the cage. He stepped back and held the camera firm while the spray took effect. In a few seconds, Sandy, who had up until then been engaged in her own private reflection of how this dream had come true, began to twitch and struggle, bound arms and legs pushing and struggling as the itching spray took hold. From behind the gag, muffled shrieks became horribly suppressed screams as the itching increased and she was unable to touch or scratch the areas where the spray was working. Jim enjoyed this with a true sadist's glee, adding more spray to the exposed breasts and nipples, and then in a final fling of crazed indifference, spraying Sandy's split cunt thoroughly and watching the insane gyrations of the caged body as she tried to abate the intense irritation. Jim left his girlfriend there in the hanging cage and closed the door behind him, convinced that the spray would last perhaps an hour and by then she would be totally freaked out or madly nuts. Behind him, the cage jumped and dangled with Sandy's struggles. She cried, moaned, twitched and even went totally limp as the maddening spray worked its way into her lower crevices and took up its assignment with increased intensity as it made contact with her salty sweat. Finally, it was too much for the girl, who was by now literally foaming at the mouth in frustration and she just fainted away from the efforts, only to awaken and start the whole terrible sequence again.

Jim watched from the den, occasionally switching his TV monitor to the cameras in the playroom where Sandy hung. He did this during commercials from the football game he was watching and wondered, as he opened another can of beer, which show he preferred more: the worn out almost scripted college football nonsense that was basically the same every weekend or the new and delightfully candid contortions of Sandy in her cage. He tossed the empty beer can into the trash, shouted “three points” to himself and went back to football.

An hour later, Jim returned to the hanging cage and lowered it a few feet so that he could get started with his newest attention-getting items: spring-loaded, wooden clothespins. As he applied them, he added a few comments to the twitching, mumbling, captured head inside the cage.

“This little clothes pin goes right here,” he said, attaching the pin to a small fold of white flesh on Sandy's inner thigh. “And this little pin goes right next to it.”

Jim added dozens of pins to this initial collection, finally leaving Sandy with a neat pattern of clothespins running down the inside of both thighs, up the back of her legs and in a random pattern around her ass. A few more were added to strategically important areas of her breasts and around the gleaming rings on her cunt lips. Jim even put pins on her ear lobes and stomach. Initially, Sandy howled her usual howl into the unforgiving gag, but as the work progressed, she became silent and seemed to turn inward as the pinching of the multiple pins spread through her pinioned body. Jim retired back to his football game and Sandy set about wiggling and thrashing to get the pins off. One by one, they reluctantly popped off, leaving a small red welt and lingering pain as the nerves reset from the tight compression of the pins.

Chapter Sixteen

Rings & The Hook

“Has it occurred to you yet that, except for the clothes pins, your lovely ass has remained more or less unscathed thus far in this little adventure?” Jim asked Sandy the next morning as he removed her gag, released her from an overhead hook where she hung all night and offered her the usual coffee black and a small, toasted plain bagel from the tray he brought from the kitchen. Sandy shook her head slightly, wondering what he now had in mind. She was wrapped from neck to toes in one solid length of bright red, braided rope. Jim used a Japanese instructional DVD to help him secure her in this rope net and he was pleased with the results, even though he had not, as the accompanying book insisted, practiced five years before trying this out on a subject.

“When you finish your morning workout in the gym, come downstairs and join me in the maid's quarters. It's pretty much completed and I want you to try out the accommodations I have built for the maid or whomever we might want to stay there.”

Leaving that enticement with her as she headed for the toilet, workout room and then the shower, Jim left and went downstairs. About a half hour later, Sandy arrived, wearing a long, white, V-neck tee shirt, a tiny pink thong and nothing else. Jim looked annoyed.

“What's the matter?” Sandy asked, plopping down in the kitchen chair and looking at him carefully.

“Your outfit,” he said.

“You no like, Sir?” Sandy asked, rising from the chair and bouncing on her toes, making her tits jiggle and her ass sway.

“I said the maid's quarters. You need to dress the maid part,” Jim said angrily, knowing full well that she had no way of reading his thoughts.

“Okay. Where do I find the maid's uniforms?” Sandy asked obligingly, heading for the first floor suite that had been built off the kitchen and modified over the years as a comfortable suite for a housekeeper or au paire.

“Check the closet and outfit yourself accordingly. I'll come and inspect you shortly,” Jim said with the curtness he reserved for their slave/master roles.

“Yes Sir. Right away, Sir,” Sandy said with a bit of a giggle. She went through the hallway and into the maid's suite where, as expected, she found a full set of maid's uniforms in the closet and the appropriate underwear in the dresser drawer. She left the thong on, took off the T-shirt and quickly tried three different black bras before finding the one that looked and that fit best. She added a short-skirted black dress with the deep scoop neckline, long sleeves and a small white apron that tied around her waist. The dark, thigh-high hose set off the rest of the uniform nicely and a tiny starched white lace head piece seemed like the final touch.

“Oh,” she said, as she checked herself in the mirror. “Where are the shoes?”

She first looked in the dresser drawers and then found four boxes of shoes in the drawers under the trundle bed. Instinctively, she picked the shoes with the highest spike heels, black patent leather with straps that came up over the instep and a wide ankle strap. Once these were on, they would not come off without undoing the straps and she noted that each buckle had a hole for a small lock as well. She was about to stand again and check the mirror when she saw the tiny silver colored locks in the shoebox. “Oh, why not?” she asked herself, and locked the shoes on with two locks per shoe. Standing was a surprise because Sandy had not anticipated the extra high heels and she stumbled around the maid's bedroom, trying to accommodate herself to these steeple spiked heels, her calves and knees being unaccustomed to such stress. At one point, she accidentally kicked up one of the several areas rugs on the new hardwood floor and noticed that there were flush mounted rings at close intervals under the rug. She replaced the rug carefully, knowing that Jim had some purpose in mind and she didn't want to spoil his surprise. At that moment, Jim entered the room and whistled approvingly at her attire.

“Okay,” he said, eyes roving from head to foot and back again. “Very nice. Everything fits. Now go to the kitchen, make me a takeout lunch and try not to break any dishes. Broken dishes will get you a night in the maid's chamber and I am sure you don't want that,” he said with a wink.

“Oh no, Sir,” the Maid said quietly, bending forward towards him enough so that both breasts nearly fell out of the half cups of the black lacy bra. Jim oogled her tits appropriately and waved her out the door and down the hall with a smack on her fully exposed rump. As soon as she was out of sight, he opened the second closet and removed a small trunk and slid it to the base of the double bed. Then he pulled back the same rug Sandy had moved and revealed the chromed rings set into the floor.