Chapter 1

 

Suzie and I found the store with no trouble, a ten minute drive in Knoxville from the restaurant where we had just dined with many new friends at the Munch meeting. This was a group of people who are into the BDSM lifestyle and get together, anonymously, to socialize and share ideas. We had both been surprised to learn that so many people in the Knoxville area were into that BDSM lifestyle.

Lots of things had surprised us recently, though, ever since our very best friends, Bob and Julie, revealed to us that they had been into the SM scene for many years. That, of course, had been the biggest surprise of all, since we had known them for several years and didn't have a clue that they were into that "stuff". Our curiosity led us to start exploring their world of pain and pleasure, and thus we found ourselves seeking some new "toys".

"Ye Olde Pleasure Shoppe", the large sign above the door said. A smaller sign next to the door said, "Adults over 18 only, please".

I had been in adult bookstores a few times, but at the time I was just interested in their porno videos,, and didn't spend much time looking around the stores to see what else they had. I didn't think it was a lot of BDSM stuff, but I could have been mistaken. To my knowledge, Suzie had never been in such an establishment. There were no windows to give a hint of what the interior was like, so we were both a little nervous as we pushed the heavy metal door open.

We were no sooner inside the door when a young woman, with one arm covered in colorful tattoos and some small silver rings poking through various places on her face, greeted us cheerfully. We each kind of sheepishly returned, "Hello."

"Can I help you with anything?" she asked.

"No, thanks. Not right now," I answered. "We just want to look around a little."

"That's fine. Take your time. Let me know if you have any questions. My name's Megan. And Jason is in the back somewhere. He'll be around to help you also."

"Thanks, Megan." Megan. I was sure, had already figured out that we were first timers, as a couple at least, inside an adult toy store. Her referencing Jason was probably in case we didn't feel comfortable talking to a female about sex things.

We walked around the store, getting an idea of the kinds of things they had, and were awestruck by the variety and types of apparatus, implements, toys and wearables. Lots of leather, mostly black. After taking in the assortment of stuff, we started looking in earnest for things we thought we could use. Suzie suggested we start out with some leather cuffs.

"Everyone seems to use them," she said. "Even at The Mill Club Gala. In fact, that's about all those submissives were wearing while they were tormented for our entertainment. They've got to be more comfortable than those handcuffs Bob gave you."

"Good idea. Now, Millville where are they?"

As luck would have it they were in a display case. "Guess we're going to need some help already," I said. Luckily, Jason had appeared and we asked him to help us with the cuffs. He gave us a quick lesson in the different types and we chose a pair of wrist cuffs and one of ankle cuffs. Suzie wrapped them around her respective joints to be sure they fit. Black leather, fur lined. What could be more comfy? Or stylish? It was a start.

Jason got a basket for us to carry our selections in while we looked around. He told us that we would need some snap hooks to use to fasten the cuffs to things. Remembering our friend Len's advice about getting them cheaper elsewhere, I told Jason we already had some. I looked over their huge assortment of impact paraphernalia; holding, feeling and even slapping some against the palm of my hand. Suzie, meanwhile, was looking through the fetish-wear, holding some very sexy looking garments up to herself and studying the look in a mirror. I saw her taking some things to Megan at the counter. I suspected that she had picked out some things that she wanted to surprise me with. That was fine with me.

I selected a leather paddle that had a soft padding on one side, and hard, black leather on the other. It was about 3" wide by 12" long, not counting the handle. This ought to do for starters. My hand's still stinging from spanking Suzie yesterday, I thought. The paddle went into the basket with the cuffs. All these items seemed pretty pricey to me so I decided that that was enough for now. I glanced at the wall full of dildos and vibrators, but since Suzie already had one of each, there was no reason to look at them. Seems as if you don't need to be into BDSM to use those things. I called to Suzie to meet me at the cashier. Suzie told me that she had picked out a couple of things but wanted to surprise me with them.

Megan was totaling up our bill when Suzie spotted something in the case next to us. "Oh. Look, Tom," she said. "These must be what Leila was telling us about. What she uses on Len." Len and Leila were a couple whom we had met at a Munch meeting. She was the dom in their relationship, a fact that she demonstrated one evening at their apartment when she took no mercy on him while demonstrating their make-shift dungeon equipment.

"What did she call them, Tom?"

"Yeh, you're right. Cock cages, I think. They look kind of complicated. How do they go on, I wonder?"

Megan, having overheard us, came over and took one out of the case. She took it apart and then showed us how it's placed on the man's genitals to keep him from having an erection. Suzie looked embarrassed to be hearing this from a total stranger who had explained everything as though it were how to work a can opener. All in a day's work, I guessed. Megan asked if we were interested in getting one and I very quickly said no.

Suzie said, "Not yet, anyway."

"Not ever," I corrected.

We left the store with two bags of things we had picked out. Suzie carried her "surprises" and I, the cuffs and paddle. "That was sure an interesting place," I said to Suzie as we walked to the car.

"It certainly was. I saw a lot of things that interested me. We'll have to come back after we have some more experience."

"I agree," I said as we got to the car.

On the way home, about a 45 minute drive, Suzie asked, "Did you talk to Len about the stuff he's making for us?"

"Yes, I did. He hopes to be finished by this weekend and suggested that they come over and he can help set things up. Think that'll be OK?"

Suzie thought for a moment, then said, "Well, Saturday's your golf day with Bob. Maybe Sunday."

"I'll call him tomorrow and see if that's OK with him and Leila. I'm really anxious to get it done now that we have this new stuff. It was sure nice of him to offer to build us a bench like the one they have, and to come over and set things up. We should have him and Leila for dinner when he brings it over."

I called Len the next Friday morning and he said, "Sure, Tom. Sunday will work for us. I'm sure I'll be all finished with the bench. We'll bring it over and show you how to put it together. And maybe we can rig something up to put Suzie in bondage, standing. You know, like we have in our closet door."

Suzie and I had been to dinner at Len and Leila's apartment a week or so before and saw their home set-up. Len had offered to help us make a similar set-up in our house.

"Great. I'd appreciate that," I told him.

"Oh, wait a sec," Len said. "The Titans are playing Sunday afternoon. I don't want to miss that."

"Why don't you come over around Noon and we can watch the game after you show us the bench?"

"We can do that, but I think we should come earlier so you and I can run down to the hardware store to get some things we'll need. There is a hardware store in Millville, isn't there?"

Millville, where Suzie and I, and our friends Bob and Julie lived, was named for the old saw mill that once supported all of the town's residents. After it shut down the town almost disappeared, only to be revived several years later into what was now a modern, middle-class city. The saw mill was purchased by some local people who converted it into a BDSM club. The Mill Club. Bob had instigated the idea and is still the "head honcho" of the local BDSM world.

I answered Len's query, "Of course. This is Millville not Hicksville! There's an Ace Hardware pretty close to us. So why don't you come at eleven? Suzie can fix a little something for lunch and after the game I'll have some pizza delivered. Sound OK?"

"Perfect. We'll see you Sunday then."

"Great. I can't wait to see what you're making. Suzie's curious too."

They arrived promptly at eleven Sunday morning. Len and Leila each carried some pieces of the bondage bench which Len had made for us. I went back to the car with Len to carry in the remaining parts. After we all exchanged hellos, hugs, and kisses, Len suggested that he and I leave for the hardware store to get the needed supplies. We told the girls that we'd be back in less than an hour. I was sure that while we were gone they would be exchanging questions and ideas about the BDSM world into which Suzie and I were embarking.

Len asked, while we were driving to the hardware store, "So what did you two get at the adult store in Knoxville the other night?"

"Not much," I replied. "We got wrist and ankle cuffs, and a leather paddle. Suzie got some kind of apparel, but she won't show me so I'm not sure just what she got."

"Ah," Len said. "Surprises. Surprises are always good. So, if you got cuffs you'll need some snap hooks to fasten them to something. Let's get them first so we don't forget."

At the hardware store Len asked where we would find the snap hooks, and the clerk in the red shirt, the "helpful hardware man", took us to the section in the rear of the store where there were seemingly hundreds of different sizes, shapes, and types of fasteners. Len looked them over and then pulled a dozen of one type off the display.

"These are what you need, Tom. See, they open at both ends, so you can attach two things together. Such as a cuff to a chain. Which reminds me. We have to get some chain. Ah, there it is over there." Len looked over the dozen or so types and sizes of chains. "This'll do. It's what you'd use to hang a light fixture from the ceiling. It's strong enough and has large enough links so the snap hooks can be put on and off easily." He got the clerk to cut a twelve foot piece of the chain. "Now, just one more thing. We need a few one inch eye bolts to fasten to the studs, or beams, or door jambs, or headers. Wherever we find the right spot in your house for you to fasten Suzie, like Leila had me the other night."

"I certainly remember that. I don't know how you can stand the stuff she does to you. Or Why."

"Believe it or not, Tom, it was my idea in the first place. I had an interest in BDSM, from the submissive side, for a long time. When I talked to Leila about it she thought I was nuts. I finally got her to try being my dominatrix. She had never even thought about it but after trying it a few times she really got into it. She loves her role and I love mine. It really turns us both on"

"Incredible! Do you really think Suzie will let me tie her up like that?"

"She will if she's serious about this whole thing. Being tied up is a starting point into BDSM for most people. Now, let's get going so we can assemble things and watch the game. I've got $25 riding on the Titans."

The first thing we did when we got home was to put together the bondage/spanking bench that Bob had made. We did it in the living room since that's where we had left all the pieces and there was plenty of room to do it. It consisted of just six wooden parts which connected together with bolts and wing-nuts. It took less than fifteen minutes to assemble, and that included the extra time it took for Len to explain things to me.

Len showed me how it could be used. The sub could bend over it, perpendicular to the eight inch wide, padded top. That top part could be raised or lowered by two inch intervals to suit the height of the sub. Ankles and wrists could be fastened to eye bolts near the floor at each corner. The width of the bench was about thirty-six inches, so the legs could be spread far apart. A second option was for the sub to bend over and lean on the padded top lengthwise, from the end. Wrists could be fastened in several places, and ankles to the ends of the base.

"You see, Tom," Len told me. "The side that the sub has to lean over in this position isn't adjustable up and down. I'm going to make some wooden blocks for Suzie to stand on so when she bends over this way it'll be comfortable. Have to have her 'model' it so I can measure how high they have to be. Of course there are myriad ways to place someone on this bench. For instance Suzie could sit on the bench part, straddling it, feet attached below and hands in front or behind or even above her head. Then she's vulnerable for lots of play. You'll have fun with this bench. I know. Leila sure does with me on ours."

"I'm sure we both will. You really did a swell job on this, Len. Painted black with black leather padding. Lots of eye bolts for attaching things, or people. I noticed you even put a rubber strip on the bottom so it won't slide or scratch the floors. Looks like you thought of everything. How much do I owe you?"

"Like I said. Just the cost of materials. It was right around 100 bucks."

"Is that all? I saw something at the adult store that was similar, except it didn't come apart. They wanted almost $500."

"I know. Everything to do with sex costs way more than it should. But as long as people are willing to pay the price, why not?"

"You're right," I agreed.

"Now, we still have time before the game to see where we can install the eye bolts. Do you know what room you want to 'play' in?"

"Actually, Suzie and I talked about it, and we decided it would be best if we could use our bedroom. If we have kids someday we might still be able to get by playing once in a while if it was in our bedroom."

"OK," Len said. Let's have a look see."

We went upstairs to our bedroom and Len took a look around. "This's a pretty good size bedroom, Tom. Lots of closet space. Should be able to store the bench in there when it's dismantled. Keep it out of sight. Now, where can we put the eye bolts?"

"I was thinking maybe in that corner. Where the slipper chair is. It's light and can be moved easily when we want to play."

"Yeh. That should work. I've got my tape here. Let's measure. How's your geometry?"

"Never was very good at any kind of math. Forgotten most of the little I once knew. Why?"

"Well. If we measure 5' from the corner along both walls, then the diagonal line between those two points would be about 7'. Remember the Pythagorean Theorem? Square of the hypotenuse of a right triangle is equal to the sum of the squares of the two sides. So, 25 plus 25 and take the square root of that. 7 squared is 49. Pretty close to 50, no?"

"You lost me somewhere there, buddy. Would have been easier if you just measured it with your tape. Or you just showing off your geometry prowess? Why does it matter anyway?"

"It matters because that's how far the span will be from one eye bolt to the other. So, if you want Suzie's feet spread 3' apart you'll have to have 2' of chain on each side. Same by the ceiling where her arms will be attached. You'll need a little more chain there because her wrists won't reach the ceiling."

"OK," I said, a little bewildered. "I think I understand. So where do we put the eye bolts?"

"Well 5' from the corner on both walls. Next to the floor in the baseboards and the others next to the ceiling into the header above the wall studs. They should be secure there."

Looking at my watch, I said, "It's game time. Let's go downstairs. We can put the bolts in the walls afterwards. I bet the girls have lunch all ready. We can eat in front of the TV. I'm a Titans fan anyway, but I'll root extra hard today since you have money at stake."

"Big money, Tom." Twenty-five bucks!"

Sure enough, the girls had lunch ready for us and they brought the sandwiches and drinks into the den where our big screen TV is.

Leila said, "While you guys were out, Suzie and I were talking and we decided to make watching the game a little more interesting."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I know that Len has a bet on the game, and, knowing him, I'm sure he bet on the Titans to win. Right, Leonard?"

"Yep," Len replied.

"So, here's the deal," Leila said. "Since you put the new bench together and left it in the living room we thought we should put it to use. Make sure it works. Why don't you two boys carry it in here so as you watch the game you'll be reminded of it? Then, at half time, if the Titans are behind, or it's tied, Len can watch the second half bent over the bench and every time either team scores, he'll get one slap from Tom and Suzie's new paddle, per point. Tom can be the paddler since he needs practice in that area. But, I'll be the judge as to whether his blows are hard enough. If they're not, I'll repeat them myself. Fair enough?"

Len answered that question. "Yes, Dear. Sounds all right to me." I could tell by his voice that he was sort of looking forward to it, actually.

"One more thing," Leila added. If the Colts win, you get spanked again. One for each point they scored. But, if your team wins, your reward is no more spanking. However, since you will be winning some money, to offset that I'm going to add one week plus one day for each point they won by to your chastity time."