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Archive name: Doorway.txt (Mdom/F)
Authors name: James BOND (bondoman@cozmoz.com)
Story title : Doorways

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This story is copyrighted (c) 1996. All rights 
reserved. It may be posted to free sites as long as
no changes have been made to my story, and the author
name remains attached.
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I suppose the best way to describe Mike is to say
he's fair but firm.  Most of the time our sex life
is pretty tame.  We experiment a lot with lovemak-
ing in various places and various ways, and we both
love it. But sometimes I'm just feeling bitchy or
frisky and I try to make demands. When I get into
these moods, my lover has to take control and put
me in my place.  Of course, I know where these
demands lead me; right into tight ropes and pain!

It had been a wonderful day at the office.  I'd
finally finished a project I'd been working on for
the last month or so, and for the first time I felt
like I could really conquer the world.  Normally
Mike and I spend our nights together doing lots of
home improvement on the place we'd just bought.
But this was Wednesday, the day of Mike's "night
out with the boys" card game.  Nothing so exciting
as poker or anything, but these guys could sure get
worked up over a game of Bridge!

Seeing that I was going to leave work early, I
telephoned Mike at his office and promised I'd make
dinner so he wouldn't have to grab a quickie at the
local McDeath's.  On the way home, a really wicked
thought occurred to me.  I was feeling really good
and I wanted to celebrate finishing my project.  I
figured to hell with his bridge game, tonight we
would do things my way. With the benefit of hindsight
it was a great idea, but next time I'll ask what he
feels like doing before I go changing any plans!

When I got home I forgot about making dinner and
instead called our favorite local restaurant to make
a reservation.  I was just drying off from a shower
when I heard the garage door close after Mike's car
pulled in.  Quickly throwing on a nightgown and
slippers, I bounced downstairs hoping for the
beginning of a fantastic night. Wrong! It seemed
today was as bad for him as it was good for me.
When I got a perfunctory kiss at the door, I
realized my plans for the night didn't match what
Mike had in mind.

He was a little early and asked if we could just
unwind a bit and chat while we ate.  Tonight was
a Bridge tournament and he wanted to be sure to
get there on time.  I guess I was being pretty
bitchy when I told him there was no dinner ready
and I wanted to go out tonight!  He immediately
caught my mood and decided tonight wasn't the
night to play around with my whims.

Grabbing me by the wrist he yanked off my night-
gown and pulled me into the garage.  I'd been
there before.  We'd sunk some heavy duty eyebolts
into the four corners and center of the garage
door.  I'd already had some wonderful whippings
while tied spread-eagled to the four bolts. This
time however, Mike wasn't fooling around for fun.
He was pissed and wanted to let me know it.

Grabbing some rope from the top shelf he spread my
arms and tied my right arm to the top left bolt.
He was using many more turns of rope than he normal-
ly did but I didn't find out why until later. After
my right arm was secure he proceeded to do the same
with my left, fastening it to the other side of the
door.  I was stretched pretty tightly and complained
about it...  well whined about it is probably more
appropriate.  Mike had heard enough and told me that
he wanted silence until told otherwise.  I closed my
mouth pretty quickly because Mike has come up with
some awful punishments and I didn't want to provoke
him into making things worse that they already were.

Meanwhile, Mike was working on my legs, one to each
side, and again used lots of rope. But this time he
didn't stop with the ankles.  He wound the ropes up
around each leg to my knees and tied the two ends
together.  My legs were held very tightly and I
struggled but couldn't pull very far away from the
door.

Mike told me that I had one punishment coming already
and that if I didn't stand still I'd get another.
Standing there spread out, unable to move with my
chest sticking out demanding attention, I figured
that now wasn't the time for bravado.

Mike went off into the house, closing the door behind
him.  I couldn't see what he was doing, but judging
from the sounds from the house, I guessed he was
whipping up some dinner for himself.  After awhile
I began to realize my situation.  I was tied tightly,
arms spread as far as I could stretch, my legs and
knees were pinioned tightly to the door and to top
it all off, I hadn't eaten anything all day.  The
only consolation was that I'd found a way to get
Mike to stay home for the evening!

Mike came back after a few minutes with a sandwich
and looked at me from the door.  Walking over he
started rubbing my breasts with his free hand. My
nipples enlarged under his hand and I strained my
body towards him in the hope that he'd stop eating
the sandwich and starting eating something else.
His hand moved down my body and found it's way into
the folds of my pussy. I was already so excited
that just the light touch of his hand was almost
enough to send me over the brink, but Mike knew my
body completely and always stopped before I'd
reached a climax. I squirmed towards him as far as
I could, but he wasn't in the mood to cooperate.

Finished with his sandwich, he continued a job I
thought was already done.  He took some thick
leather straps we bought for our bondage play and
fastened one to the bolt behind my back. The other
went over the tops of my breasts under my armpits,
forcing my tits to bulge a little under the strap.
Mike tightened the straps and when he was done I
couldn't pull my chest or hips away from the door
at all.  I was readying myself for the whipping I
was sure was going to follow when Mike went back
into the house again and returned a moment later
with his coat.

He reached down and took the slippers from my feet
saying "Good night honey, I'll see you when I get
back from Bridge." "What!" I said, "You're actually
going!  What are you gonna do, just leave me here?"
He just looked at me and then I realized he was
only joking. After all, the car was here inside the
garage with me! "Sorry love, I can't miss the game,
and in case you didn't realize it, you just broke
silence".

Ignoring my protestations he told me that I wouldn't
have to worry about speaking out of turn again and
proceeded to gag me with a black leather pad gag we
bought. As he strapped the leather band tightly onto
my head and tied it to one of the hinges, he casually
mentioned that he had figured out a way to take the
car from the garage despite my bound body.  I looked
up in fear as he walked to the door and looked at me
with an odd smile on his face.

Well, nobody ever accused Mike of being dumb!  He
first turned off the garage light, and then to my
horror, he flipped the switch on the automatic garage
door opener!  For a moment my bonds loosened as the
door made the ninety degree turn at the ceiling but
they were immediately tighter than before and I found
myself hanging from the door, face down into the room!
Mike had planned it perfectly, my head, arms and neck
were all supported by the many turns of rope he had
tied tightly around my limbs, while the bulk of my
weight was supported by the heavy leather straps
around my middle and chest.

He was pleased with the view!  Walking under me he
fingered me a little more, and then gave each of my
hanging tits a good hard smack.  I was hurting a
little, but with the gag held deep in my mouth by the
strap and the weight of my head I couldn't utter a
word.  Mike explained to me that the gag was merely
because I had broken silence, my real punishment was
still to come! He pointed out how unnecessary the
slippers were in my current predicament and gave each
of my bare soles a slap to drive home the point.

Climbing onto the hood of the car, he proceeded to
give my left nipple a good licking.  It quickly
became erect with the combination of his talented
tongue and hands.  Reaching into his pocket he
pulled out something and held it up to my eyes.
I quickly recognized one of the clips which we use
with a weight to hold down tablecloths when picnic-
ing outdoors.  He had removed the weight and re-
placed it with a long string.  He showed me that
the end of the string was fastened to one of those
five ounce lead weights used by fishermen to weight
down their lines.

What could I do!  I was helpless as he caressed my
left breast and clipped the plastic devil into my
helpless nip.  The little moans and squirming
brought on by the sudden pain failed to extract any
sympathy from Mike as he performed the same opera-
tion on my right nipple.  I was already having a
hard time dealing with the pain when I realized
that he hadn't let the weights down yet!

He gently placed the weights onto the front hood of
the car and after tugging on the strings a little
to test that the clips were firmly planted he gave
me a kiss good-bye.  Climbing into the car he called
out that he hoped it wouldn't hurt too much when he
pulled out and the weights fell to the floor.  He
said that he'd be back in a few hours and that he'd
be sure to back out quickly so that the weights
would swing like a pendulum for awhile.  "Thanks"
I thought to myself, "What a guy!".  As promised,
he started the engine, hit reverse and was gone.

I could barely stand the burning in my breasts when
the weights reached the end of the strings and yanked
at my already pained tits. As promised, the weights
swung back and forth close to the floor of the garage.
The pain was incredible and as the weights swung I
could see my distended nipples swaying underneath my
body. It's a terrible thing to have to watch, feel,
and be unable to control. My only hope was that they
would stop swinging soon and that the pain would
settle down to a sharp ache instead of the agony I
now felt.

Other than coping with the pain, I didn't really have
much to worry about, Mike had thought carefully about
this one!  The weather was warm enough so I wasn't
going to freeze, and our house is in the country with
the garage facing a hill so I didn't have to worry
about casual passerby's.  He had turned off the garage
light so I wasn't going to be moth'ed to death, and
the swinging weights had left me something to think
about.  Pretty considerate all in all. There where a
few things I was thinking about however.  It was still
early in the evening and the neighbors children were
playing in the neighborhood.  I could hear them
running around and could only hope they wouldn't come
through our backyard and wonder why the garage door
was open.

Between the fear of being discovered, the pain from
my aching breasts, and the strain of hanging from my
limbs and middle, I was having a hard time at the
beginning.  But, as the night wore on, and the local
kids went home, I began to look forward to my tormen-
tor's return.  He's always nice to me after a severe
punishment and I began to get excited as the minutes
crawled by.  As near as I could guess several hours
had gone by and I was wet with the anticipation of
the good, hard fucking I would get when Mike came
home.

There was one thing Mike hadn't anticipated and I let
out an involuntary moan of horror when I saw him come
into the garage.  It was Balzac, the neighbors friend-
ly, playful kitten!  I jumped a bit from the surprise
of seeing  something come into the garage,  and the
kitten's attention was  immediately  drawn  to the
weights hanging down in the center of the room. Pray-
ing that I could scare him away, I began to make as
much noise and squirm around as much as I could. Not
only did this fail to scare the creature, but he
immediately ran to the swinging weights and reached
out a tentative paw.

Well, kittens will be playful and in front of my
terrified eyes Balzac took his paw and batted one of
the weight as hard as he could!  The pain was awful
and after hours of a dull pain, the sharp feeling it
evoked only served to remind me of how utterly help-
less I really was.  This small playful kitten had the
power to cause me enormous amounts of pain and there
wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.  As the
weights went swinging back and forth Balzac continued
playing with more and more excitement.  The ultimate
hurt came when one of the strings caught in his claws
and his entire weight came down on my right nipple.
The plastic clamp was no match for this kind of strain
and it pulled off my tit, pinching the nipple.  I
screamed as loud as I could but the gag was tight and
nothing but a low moan came out.  The tears were
streaming from my eyes as I saw Balzac run out of the
garage to be replaced by the twin headlights of Mike's
car.

Mike had seen Balzac run from the building and was
laughing as he drove under me, into the garage.  He
jumped from the car carrying the door remote control
in his hand and without saying a word climbed up and
rubbed the tortured breast.  He carefully removed the
other nipple clamp and I winced at the sudden pain.
He asked me if I was ready to come down yet and when
I almost banged my head nodding yes, he hit the remote
control button and down I came. After my tits had
recovered a bit due to Mike's kind ministrations, I
was ready for a little post-punishment carnality.

Still helpless against the door, I watched as Mike
peeled out of his clothes and came towards me.  No
casual fingering as he had done before!  Now Mike
used both hands and his tongue as he raised my
already excited body to the fever pitch.  With the
gag still deep in my mouth, I communicated my needs
by thrusting my hips towards him as far as my bonds
would allow.  This time he didn't deny me and with
one thrust he sheathed his cock deep inside me and
started fucking hard.  I had orgasmed once and was
well on my way to the next climax when all of a
sudden Mike simply stopped thrusting.

Tied as I was there wasn't much in the way of
humping I was able to do, I moaned my desperation
out loud in the hope that my lover would take mercy
on me.  Mike reached back and took the garage door
remote from the hood of the car and hit the button.
I began to move upwards, still bound tightly to the
door. I whimpered as I wondered what further tortures
he had in mind, when he hit the button again and the
door started back down.  He held absolutely still as
he punched the automatic control again and again and
used the door to fuck me.

It gave the kind of long, slow, deep strokes that Mike
knows I love, and after a few trips up and down I came
as hard as I cam ever remember.  Mike was right there
with me and afterwards as I was hanging, exhausted, he
reached behind me and undid the gag.  After a few
kisses and my promise to be a bit more careful about
changing his plans for him, Mike started undoing the
bonds which had held me so firmly.

Placing third in the tournament had put Mike in a great
mood and he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom
where we cuddled, shared Hagen Daz for my dinner and
continued with a night of gentle lovemaking.  Like I
said, for the most part our sex life is pretty
"normal", I wouldn't trade these nights for anything.

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