"Yes there would only be a short delay going from one to another position. Look. There are ropes going around her upper arms, below her breasts and around her open thighs so she can't move at all. It must be exciting to be so naked and helpless."
"I am glad you like it but the bastards don't say where it can be purchased."
I took a closer look and said, "It doesn't look too complicated. A good book on macrame should show how to do it."
"Great. Here's a hundred dollars buy the book and material. I have to go to Seattle to look at some property. I'll be back tonight."
I only had to buy a lot of rope and a book that included nets. I found the book first then noticed a book on how to play "Texas Holdem". Then I went to the hardware store and perversely bought quarter inch hemp rope that had a lot of stickery strands in it. I thought it would feel like lying on a million needles. The clerk said, "Are you sure you want this. You will have to wear gloves until it is broken in to keep from sticking your hands. We have some nice polypropalene rope that is smooth and won't rot in the weather."
That convinced me, I said "This will be fine but I will get some thin leather gloves since I will be braiding it for a macrame project. Oh yes. I'll need a dozen hooks to screw into wood."
I hurried home and measured myself from my neck to my ankles and to my sides to my up and outstretched wrists. I laid out the rope on the dining room table and began knotting at the corner of each square. It was easy. I was done in a couple of hours then I used his power drill to drill holes in the wood ceiling to screw in the hooks. then I laid out the net under them and climbed on a little ladder to loop rope over the hooks. Finally I pulled them up evenly so it looked like a hammock with a rope at each corner and two fairly close together on each side of the center. I checked it against the magazine and it was the same. I decided to try it out and climbed into it and stretched out my hands and ankles to the corner ropes. It was wild! I felt like hundreds of flexible needles were poking my skin. I began rolling from side to side until I became so excited I reached behind me and began pushing the rope into my pussy as I dragged my nipples over the stickers until I had a great orgasm.
Then I took it down and took it out to the lawn to wet it down so the knots would tighten as it dried.
He was not due home for hours so I began reading the book on "Holdem." As soon as I started reading it I realized why I had lost. It said never to call a bet unless the card you were looking for would most likely win as staying in and hitting the card that gave you the smallest straight or flush was very expensive. Boy I knew that. I had fallen into that trap several times. It also said it was very important to study the other players to look for "Tells." This was little mannerisms that indicated if they still needed a card and were calling hoping for the best, and also when they knew they had the best hand or were bluffing. I had just concentrated on my hand praying my card would come. I had not watched them at all." There were several other tips I laughed at the one that said you should never play with "Scared Money" this was money you couldn't afford to lose and may make you take desperate stupid chances to win. I had been playing with scared money all night.
I read the book twice and highlighted warnings and especially good advice.
Just before dark Ted opened the door and said, "Is that the bondage device out on the lawn."
I ran over to kiss him rubbing my nipples on his rough wool coat and said, "Yes. According to the instructions I soaked it in water so when it dried the knots would shrink and tighten. It will be ready tomorrow."
"Damn. I was hoping we could try it out."
"What for silly. I haven't done anything to be punished."
He laughed and I joined him since we both knew by now that whipping was not punishment to me anymore.
Then I said, "It will be better when my butt isn't so sore. Go out and feel it."
He went out and came back to say, "It is full of stickers. Couldn't you find smoother rope."
"I wanted it that way. If I am on it will be to be punished. This way I will get pain on both sides."
He hugged me saying, "God I am so lucky to have you!"
That made me feel great. It seemed my willingness to accept pain was making me irreplaceable. That was good since I had signed a pre-nuptial agreement stating that if he divorced me I would get $40,000 but If I divorced him I would only get Ten thousand. I knew by then that $40,000.00 was not a great deal to him. He kept more than that in his checking account. I also knew that the sports car he had bought me was not really mine. It was registered under his company's name for tax reasons. If I divorced him I would only have ten thousand and my clothes. My married friends had told me they could barely exist on twenty thousand per year which meant I could only finance a year.
If that wasn't enough incentive to stay with them there was my parents. My Dad was making more money in the joint ventures with Ted's dad than he had ever seen before and Mom had already become used to her better lifestyle. I knew they would not be sympathetic. Once Mom had asked me how Ted and I were getting along and I admitted he had switched me for not being obedient.I guess I expected her to feel sorry for me but she said, "Good for him. You are still young and need to be kept in line. Your Dad spanked me too when we were first married to make it plain who was boss."
No further mention was made of the net I had made to make me think he may want to demonstrate it on the next poker session.
On Thursday to my surprise he said, "I don't think you should play. The guys were meaner than I expected and may get worse. I don't want you to be hurt bad."
I hugged him gratefully, happy that he had not enjoyed my suffering the last time.
That didn't mean I would not have some humiliation. He thought it would be fun for me to be their topless barmaid and made me a costume. It wasn't much. He just glued a piece of cloth to string that was tied around my waist then trimmed it until it was only a little wider than my slit.
They loved the costume and couldn't resist groping me. When the first one squeezed my butt I looked worriedly at Ted but he just grinned and said, "It's okay."
I was kind of glad since I enjoyed the attention but I moved away soon to make Ted believe I was not enjoying it.
I watched them play attentively. I began to see what the book was talking about. Some of the players only played if they had an Ace in the hole with another card of the same suit, Others only played cards that were paired or would let them make high straights or flushes. A couple had been like me playing any two cards hoping for the best when the three cards came down.
Sam wanted more and said, "Isn't Sherry going to play? She has kept my dick hard. I could use a blow-job."
It made me mad to automatically assume I would lose and be willing to trade lashes for blow-jobs. I enjoyed his disappointment when Ted said, "You assholes are too mean. I don't want her to play."
Actually the pain thery caused was nothing next to the pain I had caused myself by coming up with the barbed wire whip. I was disappointed that no-one asked about the little jagged scars on my butt and breasts from the barbs so I could tell them I had been so ashamed about blowing them I had insisted Ted whip me with barbed wire just to enjoy their amazement at my courage.
They began to bargain first offering not to tie me so I could hide my tender areas and finally to choose my position and only use the thong whip. That removed all my fear of being badly hurt.
I said, "Ted, please let me play. I read a book on "Holdem" I think I can win now."
Ted frowned and said, "I thought we agreed you wouldn't play. What changed your mind?"
I assumed he was thinking that I would only be excited by the thong whip which was true but I honestly wanted to win.