Another story I wrote many years ago featuring myself and my late beloved "Stacey" as central characters. It's a fantasy with a background of truth.
"Stacey in Irons"
Chapter One
It stopped Ned dead in his tracks.
Half disbelieving the testimony of his own eyes, Ned turned back and did a double take. He had come into the store only to buy some batteries and had just taken a detour down the books and magazines aisle, an area of the store where he usually didn't spend too much time anymore (he still had painful childhood memories of being kicked out of stores for spending hours reading all the books and magazines for sale as if it were a public library). But now he was fixated on the cover of a certain paperback on this rack...
The book was Claudia Dain's novel Tell Me Lies. The cover art showed a scantily-clad woman who had her hands bound high above her head to the mast of a ship. She appeared to be totally helpless and vulnerable. A husky male, presumably a crew member, knelt before her, and it sure appeared that he had his hand with outstretched fingers over the left side of her abdomen, right under her rib cage. Was he tickling her or about to tickle her? The expression on the woman's face was calm and even one of mild contempt, not the hysterical laughter one would expect to see on a woman's face during such an ordeal or the terror she would show right before it started. A piece of damned artwork covered most of the detail of where the crewman's hand was and what he was doing with it, so it was left to Ned's (very prurient when it came to these things) imagination as to what exactly was going on in the scene illustrated by this cover. That was the whole point, of course, for the publisher obviously was using the old trick of titillating the interest of potential buyers and thus giving them a reason to buy the book. Ned couldn't do that, however; his macho pride wouldn't have allowed him to go through the express line with only the batteries and a romance novel--only "women" bought such books, he assumed everybody else thought.
But Ned's curiosity--and other things--was definitely very aroused by now, and in his head was now hatched a wicked idea that would bring to life the fantasies that this picture had stirred within him...
Chapter Two
"You bought a WHAT???"
Ned was again in the familiar position of having to explain himself and his inexplicable doings to Stacey. As customary, he bit his lower lip and stumbled for an excuse. In the past, he could always explain away his purchase of littler things, but now--how to explain the purchase of a 36-foot Pacific Seacraft sailboat by a man who was a confirmed landlubber?
Stacey had gotten somewhat used to Ned's spendthrift ways since he won all that money on Who Wants To Be a Millionaire. The new computers, the Suburban, all the sports stuff--Stacey had winked at the purchase of it all because she knew these were things Ned had wanted for a long time but the money just hadn't been there. To be sure, Ned had lavished gifts on her and their children, but she just could not see the point of a new boat, no matter how much discretionary income they now had. She was glad at least that Ned had held on to his college teaching job, since she had quit hers to become a full-time mom, so that at least some money was coming in just in case Ned's Millionaire winnings eventually were used up and/or the investments they had made with a large part of it fell flat.
"Please, hon? It'll be fun. We can go out on the water and spend whole weekends there. Huh, how about it?"
Stacey shook her head, still unconvinced. What befuddled her even more was that neither of them had been any kind of marine persons. Yet, this summer was special, the summer after Ned's eventual triumph on network TV. And this season was a good time to do it; the kids were older now and away at summer camp. And the pleading look in Ned's baby blues finally caused Stacey to relent, and she agreed to both Ned's purchase of the boat and their first venture out in it, planned for this coming weekend.
"Oh, all right," she said with her customary exasperated, lovely smile when giving into Ned. Ned let out a sighed "Thank you, honey" and then he hugged and kissed Stacey. Stacey just could not resist pleasing Ned no matter what the cost, and boy, was this thing going to cost a lot.
Stacey then went back to the kitchen and Ned went upstairs to his office. He smiled a relieved smile as he wiped his brow and thought, Glad she didn't ask me how much the trailer cost.
Chapter Three
It was a bright morning in early June as they set off very early--with Stacey grumbling lustily about that fact--for Lake Toronto to sail in their new boat for the first time. They arrived in the harbor town later that morning, and after a variety of complications that inevitably arise when doing something big for the first time, they finally got their boat launched and set sail for the middle of that vast Great Lake. Ned didn't unfurl the sail (he didn't pretend to know anything about sails or rigging) but instead cranked up the diesel outboard motor which powered the boat out to "sea."
It was early in the afternoon when they got underway. It was a classic early summer day in Upstate New York. Not too hot and not cool, with bright puffy clouds high overhead. There was just a light breeze off the lake, and all in all it was fine day to be on the water.
By mid-afternoon, Ned and Stacey had traveled far out into the lake, some ten miles by Ned's estimation (he was carefully noting their position and their distance from shore). They were thoroughly enjoying their voyage, taking in the splendid views, breathing the fresh but pungent air lake air, sipping lemonade and talking, hugging and laughing, and finally late in the afternoon they had a large picnic lunch.
When it was over, Ned surprised Stacey by suddenly going to the side of the boat and dropping the anchor. Startled, Stacey watched him as he then pulled something from out of the hold. As Ned brought it forward and unrolled it, she noticed that it was a large padded mat, which Ned carefully laid over the hard surface of the deck of the boat. Then Ned looked sweetly at her--and began to take his shirt off.
Stacey, enthralled, got up from her seat and walked over and embraced Ned. For several minutes they stood there in oral passion, kissing each other with all the affection a happy couple could show. Eventually they both lowered themselves, still embracing and petting, onto the mat.
There they made wonderful, magical love. Just the two of them, out there on a boat in the middle of the lake, no other human beings for miles around. They were entirely alone and able to devote themselves to each other completely. Various thoughts and emotions filled their heads: how much they loved each other and their life together and how they really needed no one else. They thought of how much they loved each other and their life together, how grateful they still were for the supreme miracle of them even finding each other at all, but on top of that having now two healthy, beautiful children, loving grandparents, and now, through Ned's stint on the Millionaire show, fame for Ned and, at long last, financial security for the both of them. And even Ned's recent bout with depression seemed to be a distant memory that would in no way cloud their present or future horizons. All these things added to their passion, but at the heart of it was their deep and abiding love for each other, which they could now mutually express without having to suffer interruptions of any sort from anybody else in the world.
Out there, on that lake, in each other's arms, they both felt they didn't need anyone or anything else in this world. Their love-making was wild and passionate, enhanced by what both of them were feeling, how life was finally a joy again, how much they loved each other and lived for each other's happiness. The strains of one of Stacey's favorite pop songs, Gloria Estefan's "Live for Loving You," were pulsating over and over again in her head.
And the love they made was fantastic. It was so unusual, though, for Ned to strip and make love out in the open air, in broad daylight; in fact, it was his first time ever doing it that way. Stacey, on the other hand, felt no compunction about the situation at all, and in fact she was thrilled she finally could get her dear Ned to do such a thing--even if it took going on out a boat in the middle of a lake ten miles from the nearest terra firma The love they made was so passionate that Stacey, who was usually charged like a battery after making love with Ned, felt an unusual sleepiness coming on. Ned, on the other hand, who usually went out like a light after sex, pretended to be in his usual after-the-loving sopor but in fact he was quite in control of his consciousness, peering at Stacey through eyes only seemingly drooped in sleep.
When Stacey started to snore lightly, Ned knew the time was right and he seized the opportunity and went to work.
Chapter Four
Stacey awoke--from a very erotic dream which she tried through the fog in her mind to separate from the thrilling reality that had happened to her a few hours before. It was now evening, though at this time of the summer it was deceptively light even though it was approaching 9 o'clock. The sun had set just a short while ago, bathing the western horizon in a warm red glow that still dominated the skyline. And it was still pleasantly warm and the lake breeze blew lightly and comfortably.
Stacey started to take stock of where and when it was. Then she noticed her arms. They were being held straight up in the air by a force she did not recognize at first but then with a cock of her head and an upward glance, she got the whole picture.
Her wrists were tied together by a rope hanging down from the rigging of the tall mast of this model sailing craft. The rope was strung tightly up the mast so that Stacey could barely move her arms at all. Immediately she started to shiver with fear, but she felt a twinge of excitement, too, because she had also seen the Tell Me Lies book cover during one of her weekend trips to the store to buy groceries, and it had in fact made her fantasize also about being tied up in that way. If only I had let Ned know about my fantasy, she thought, he would have done this to me anyway without having to stage all of this.
As helpless as she thought she was, she discovered that the ropes restraining her arms were only one of the things that were keeping her in place. She was in a sitting position at the foot of the mast, and when she tried to get up she realized that a rope was around the middle of her abdomen fastening her tightly to the mast. Beyond that, around her ankles were ropes that bound her legs to metal rings attached to the deck. Her legs were thus stretched out, and Stacey came to the frightening--yet at the same time slightly exciting--recognition of her state of total captivity and vulnerability.
Then she thought: Ned? She began to scan the surface of the boat frantically for her beloved husband. Her search ended as she swiveled her head to her right side.
Ned was lying on the deck with this head propped up by one arm, looking at Stacey with a combination of tender love and playful lust. Stacey knew that look and began to cringe with fear and excitement. Ned slowly lifted himself up and came menacingly toward Stacey. She recoiled in a vain attempt to escape, all the while pleading, "Oh no, Ned, come on, please don't" but with how tightly she was bound she wasn't going anywhere. She was faced with the grim reality that she was trapped--and she knew perfectly well what was coming.
Chapter Five
Stacey was still wearing her sleeveless blouse, and to Ned the sight of Stacey being bound there with her arms high up in the air and armpits totally exposed seemed to issue forth an invitation of "Come and get me!" as they had all during the few hours that Ned had been staring at her on the deck after he had tied her up. When Ned reached her, he sat down right next to her and moved his torso into a position that covered and completely controlled Stacey's lower body--and one from which his hands could reach her underarms.
Ned put both hands on her armpits and began to tickle Stacey without mercy. Stacey shrieked and then burst out in a combination of laughter and desperate pleas: "Ned! Stop! No, honey, noooooooo!!! HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA!!!" But of course Ned did not stop, pitilessly wiggling his fingers all over the area of her underarms and occasionally taking his index fingers and dragging/poking them on Stacey's most ticklish spots of this hypersensitive area of hers.
Stacey pulled frantically at the bonds that held her arms high above her, but she discovered to her dismay that she could not budge them an inch. The same for her legs and midsection. The terrifying realization of just how utterly helpless and at the absolute mercy of Ned she was hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew they were far out on the water, and in their voyage out here she had seen only a handful of other craft anywhere near theirs. And though this torture was extremely intense, the feeling of being completely under the control of the man she loved so much and whom she knew also loved her deeply began to fill her heart with joy--and her "area" with heat and moisture.
Ned stopped the ordeal a few times to let Stacey catch her breath. He listened carefully for any of the telltale signs that this was getting too much for her asthma, and if he heard any he would have stopped right there and gotten Stacey's inhaler. But he heard no such signs, only Stacey breathing heavily after each time he paused. Those times Stacey tried to mouth words asking for mercy, but before she could utter a coherent sentence, Ned always resumed the torture and sent Stacey back into hysterics. He had a knack for timing it just right.
Ned absolutely loved the feeling of his lovely wife, the woman he considered himself so blessed to call his own, thrashing and writhing under his touch. He was filled with loving desire for her. After a while, Ned stopped his attention on Stacey's underarms and searched for a new target, finally settling on her belly and her belly button. Now, normally Stacey wasn't very ticklish there, but Ned hoped that the overstimulation of this new and exciting circumstance might have had some sort of favorable effect. He lifted her blouse and then slowly, gently, he drifted his right index finger in the direction of her belly button (which was an innie). When his finger made contact with an outer rim of her navel, Stacey jumped and shrieked and Ned knew right then that he had struck the iron while it was hot. He immediately began swirling his finger around and around her belly button hole while pushing slightly more forcefully with his hand, driving the tip of his finger deeper and deeper into her orifice until it finally made contact with the hyperticklish skin at the pit of the button. He continued to swirl his finger, at an even faster pace now, as Stacey's screams of "OH GOD!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHPPPPP!!! HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAA!!!!!" and her frantic and desperate attempts to escape filled his ears.
Ned thought he had never enjoyed tickle-torturing Stacey as much as he was at this moment. But he--and Stacey--were in for an education.
Chapter Six
Ned had been lying on Stacey's legs while he was tickling her underarms and belly button, and the feel of her shapely legs on his lower body was like a tap on the shoulder saying "Don't forget about us down here." It directed him toward his next target, and this was perhaps the most delectable of all. He now turned his body and sat on Stacey's right shin and then he put his hands on her shoe.
Stacey was now going crazy, begging and pleading with Ned not to do what she and he both knew there was no stopping him from doing. Tears--more due to her hard laughing than terror--were dripping from her eyes and she was still gasping for breath as Ned began to remove the "tennie" she had been wearing. Now, Ned was a good tier but when it came to undoing knots, his characteristic klutziness shone forth. Untying Stacey's shoelaces was no exception, and it took him several minutes to get them undone, which served both as a brief respite for Stacey but also a period of agonizing anticipation of the ineluctable torture.
At last, the laces were undone and Ned pulled Stacey's shoe off revealing her revealing her sensual right foot. It was now tender and moist from having been in her tennis shoe, and thus it was at its most sensitive condition. Ned grabbed the top of her foot with his left hand and pulled back on it slightly, immobilizing her foot at the same time as making her skin taut and as sensitive as could be. Like lightning, he attacked her sole with the fingers of his right hand, his left hand now keeping Stacey's wriggling foot in place. On and on he went, and greater and greater grew Stacey's hysteria. He ran his fingers ceaselessly across her very soft, tender and beautiful soles. The mad dance of his fingertips and fingernails on the bottoms of her bare feet was agony for Stacey. She shrieked and screamed to the top of her lungs, her pitiful cries--and hysterical laughter --echoing off the gentle waves of the water. Then Ned went to work on her even more ticklish left foot.
Stacey knew full well she was absolutely helpless to interfere with any of this no matter how much the sensations were trying to force her into action. All she could do was laugh, shriek and desperately beg Ned to stop. Ned, aroused more than he could ever remember, rejoiced in the fact that he had his poor wife trapped out here and there was no force on earth that could stop him from doing what excited him so much, tying and tickling his beautiful, beloved Stacey. Stacey was well aware of these dire facts, too, and on top of her suffering, she began to feel something of the exhilaration Ned was feeling so strongly.
How he could do so he did not know, but Ned turned his head for a moment and then his eyes spied something on the deck. "Well, lookie here," he said with barely concealed sarcastic glee, and picked up a soft, white feather that had been deposited by one of the several seagulls that had been flying overhead all day, who were the only third-party witnesses to Stacey's torture, both attracted and repelled by Stacey's screams. Ned held the feather up and glanced back briefly into Stacey's eyes, just long enough to delight in the pitiful terror that now engulfed them, and he grinned an evil grin as he landed the tip of the feather onto the toes of Stacey's left foot. He stoked the feather all around her lovely toes, whose nails had been recently painted (by guess who; the irregular splotches of polish on parts of the tops of her toes being clear evidence of how Ned once again had tried to turn the occasion into a ticklefest). Stacey screeched and pleaded, but nothing except the need for a breather could stop Ned from his work. After he rested briefly and also allowed Stacey to catch her breath, he resumed operations, this time giving the full treatment to the toes of Stacey's other foot. All Stacey could do was scream and laugh: "Ned! Pleeeeeaassssee!!! PLEEEEEASSSSSE STOOOOOOPPPP!!!! AA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!!"
Ned paused again, and his eyes fell on his next target, his old friend, Stacey's helpless belly button. As soon as she saw where the feather was going, Stacey began to screech, and the second the feather reached the outsides of her navel and began to swirl in and around it, she let out a scream that Ned was sure must have been heard all the way across the lake to Canada. Excited by this, to say the least, Ned continued torturing this area of Stacey's until even he took pity on her half-mad screams and pleas, and he mercifully stopped for a moment. But during this interim, Ned's eyes fell on Stacey's chest.
Chapter Seven
Ned put down the feather for a moment and began slowly, agonizingly, to unbutton Stacey's blouse. Stacey, panting heavily, was at first unaware of what was going on, and coming to her senses a few moments later still did little to clarify her thoughts. When Ned had finished unbuttoning her blouse almost to her stomach, he pulled back on both sides of the blouse, revealing Stacey's breasts and helpless nipples, which had already started to perk up. Stacey watched with horror as Ned brought the feather first to her left nipple and swirled it in that area at first slowly and then furiously, causing Stacey to giggle in wild abandon. Her arms being stretched out so far above her head seemed to make her breasts even more sensitive than usual, and this of course only intensified the effects of the torture. Her nipple became even larger and harder, being both evidence of and a stimulant to Stacey's burgeoning arousal. Ned then moved the feather to the Stacey's right nipple, and then back to the left one and so on back and forth, and in the midst of her crazed laughter Stacey kept pleading, "No more!! Please!!", to no avail.
That was it for Ned. His current actions, which now put his face close to Stacey's enabling him to see how hers was contorted in that strange, wild mixture of hysterical laughter and terrified agony that only tickle-torture can bring on, and the fresh memory of what he had just done to her underarms, belly and sexy feet, caused Ned finally to ejaculate under his pants. When it ended, and Ned thought for a minute it never would, he limply dropped the feather and collapsed on the mat.
Ned wasn't the only one who had climaxed. The prolonged, unbearable torture Stacey had just endured and the utter helplessness of her condition as she endured it, combined with the fact that she was in a sitting position and more pressure than usual was thus on her pubic area, gave her a scintillating orgasm as well. This time, as was more usual, she was energized by the feeling, and though exhausted from the events of this evening she felt a new burst of energy, part of which was an overwhelming desire to wrap herself around Ned, the man she loved so much, who had done all this to--and for--her.
Ned, sensing what Stacey was feeling, picked himself off the mat and brought his face to hers. Once again she felt the roughness of his beard and the chiseled features of his face on hers and the warmth of his breath. They kissed passionately and silently for several minutes, reveling in the love they had for each other.
Night had since fallen, and the boat and its surroundings were now enveloped in darkness, save for a few of the auxiliary lights on the boat. Ned abruptly broke the gloom and announced, "Well, it's gotten too dark to work now. Time to pack it in." At that, he fell back on the mat and stretched himself out on it. Stacey, bewildered, half thought that Ned was taking a little rest until several moments had gone by and Ned had given no sign that he was going to untie her. She spoke.
"Well? Aren't you going to let me go?"
"Oh, well, you see," started Ned, his histrionic motions of yawning and rubbing his eyes almost insultingly obvious to her, "I'm sorry, Hon, but I have to keep you tied up while I sleep. I don't want you taking control of the boat and driving us back to shore, do I?"
Stacey tried to comprehend what Ned was talking about, and it was soon made clear to her as Ned continued speaking.
"You see, I intend to stretch this little boating excursion out a little longer than you might have thought. In fact, I don't know if you noticed this, but down below I had the boat stored with enough food and supplies to keep you--heh-heh, I mean, us--here for, oh, maybe the rest of the summer...”
He paused to study the reaction on Stacey's face.
"Just imagine how much fun" he said slyly, "we're going to have." At that he held up his right hand and wriggled his fingers at Stacey in a demonstration of an "air tickle" before letting out a maniacal laugh and then collapsing back on the mat.
Stacey threw her head back and wailed. She looked up at the sky, now sparkling with myriad stars, and she could only imagine that inhabitants of planets around these, most of which were hundreds of light years away, had about as much chance of coming down and rescuing her as there was of anybody else on earth helping her now. She began to whimper and sob as the finality of her situation dawned on her. She realized now that Ned had planned this well: Ned was not teaching any courses this summer and didn't have to go back until late August, and even after camp was over for the kids next month, they would still be going to spend a few more weeks with their grandparents.
As she sat in her bondage and pondered her seemingly hopeless predicament, she began to think of Ned, who was now snoring in the usual annoying way he did, not with much anger or thirst for revenge, but with a more powerful feeling of love and attraction than she had ever felt. The prospect of being his prisoner and slave for the next few months on this little boat in the middle of a lonely lake, where she could have his undivided attention and surely they would share more than just B&D, suddenly began to seem less dreadful than it did a little while ago. And the excitement of submitting herself completely to the man she loved so much, of being totally at his mercy and control but at the same time having complete assurance that Ned really loved her and wanted to help her enjoy the experience as much as he could, began to fill her with joy.
It's certainly going to be an interesting summer, was Stacey's last understated thought as a deep slumber finally overtook her.
THE END
"Stacey in Irons"
Chapter One
It stopped Ned dead in his tracks.
Half disbelieving the testimony of his own eyes, Ned turned back and did a double take. He had come into the store only to buy some batteries and had just taken a detour down the books and magazines aisle, an area of the store where he usually didn't spend too much time anymore (he still had painful childhood memories of being kicked out of stores for spending hours reading all the books and magazines for sale as if it were a public library). But now he was fixated on the cover of a certain paperback on this rack...
The book was Claudia Dain's novel Tell Me Lies. The cover art showed a scantily-clad woman who had her hands bound high above her head to the mast of a ship. She appeared to be totally helpless and vulnerable. A husky male, presumably a crew member, knelt before her, and it sure appeared that he had his hand with outstretched fingers over the left side of her abdomen, right under her rib cage. Was he tickling her or about to tickle her? The expression on the woman's face was calm and even one of mild contempt, not the hysterical laughter one would expect to see on a woman's face during such an ordeal or the terror she would show right before it started. A piece of damned artwork covered most of the detail of where the crewman's hand was and what he was doing with it, so it was left to Ned's (very prurient when it came to these things) imagination as to what exactly was going on in the scene illustrated by this cover. That was the whole point, of course, for the publisher obviously was using the old trick of titillating the interest of potential buyers and thus giving them a reason to buy the book. Ned couldn't do that, however; his macho pride wouldn't have allowed him to go through the express line with only the batteries and a romance novel--only "women" bought such books, he assumed everybody else thought.
But Ned's curiosity--and other things--was definitely very aroused by now, and in his head was now hatched a wicked idea that would bring to life the fantasies that this picture had stirred within him...
Chapter Two
"You bought a WHAT???"
Ned was again in the familiar position of having to explain himself and his inexplicable doings to Stacey. As customary, he bit his lower lip and stumbled for an excuse. In the past, he could always explain away his purchase of littler things, but now--how to explain the purchase of a 36-foot Pacific Seacraft sailboat by a man who was a confirmed landlubber?
Stacey had gotten somewhat used to Ned's spendthrift ways since he won all that money on Who Wants To Be a Millionaire. The new computers, the Suburban, all the sports stuff--Stacey had winked at the purchase of it all because she knew these were things Ned had wanted for a long time but the money just hadn't been there. To be sure, Ned had lavished gifts on her and their children, but she just could not see the point of a new boat, no matter how much discretionary income they now had. She was glad at least that Ned had held on to his college teaching job, since she had quit hers to become a full-time mom, so that at least some money was coming in just in case Ned's Millionaire winnings eventually were used up and/or the investments they had made with a large part of it fell flat.
"Please, hon? It'll be fun. We can go out on the water and spend whole weekends there. Huh, how about it?"
Stacey shook her head, still unconvinced. What befuddled her even more was that neither of them had been any kind of marine persons. Yet, this summer was special, the summer after Ned's eventual triumph on network TV. And this season was a good time to do it; the kids were older now and away at summer camp. And the pleading look in Ned's baby blues finally caused Stacey to relent, and she agreed to both Ned's purchase of the boat and their first venture out in it, planned for this coming weekend.
"Oh, all right," she said with her customary exasperated, lovely smile when giving into Ned. Ned let out a sighed "Thank you, honey" and then he hugged and kissed Stacey. Stacey just could not resist pleasing Ned no matter what the cost, and boy, was this thing going to cost a lot.
Stacey then went back to the kitchen and Ned went upstairs to his office. He smiled a relieved smile as he wiped his brow and thought, Glad she didn't ask me how much the trailer cost.
Chapter Three
It was a bright morning in early June as they set off very early--with Stacey grumbling lustily about that fact--for Lake Toronto to sail in their new boat for the first time. They arrived in the harbor town later that morning, and after a variety of complications that inevitably arise when doing something big for the first time, they finally got their boat launched and set sail for the middle of that vast Great Lake. Ned didn't unfurl the sail (he didn't pretend to know anything about sails or rigging) but instead cranked up the diesel outboard motor which powered the boat out to "sea."
It was early in the afternoon when they got underway. It was a classic early summer day in Upstate New York. Not too hot and not cool, with bright puffy clouds high overhead. There was just a light breeze off the lake, and all in all it was fine day to be on the water.
By mid-afternoon, Ned and Stacey had traveled far out into the lake, some ten miles by Ned's estimation (he was carefully noting their position and their distance from shore). They were thoroughly enjoying their voyage, taking in the splendid views, breathing the fresh but pungent air lake air, sipping lemonade and talking, hugging and laughing, and finally late in the afternoon they had a large picnic lunch.
When it was over, Ned surprised Stacey by suddenly going to the side of the boat and dropping the anchor. Startled, Stacey watched him as he then pulled something from out of the hold. As Ned brought it forward and unrolled it, she noticed that it was a large padded mat, which Ned carefully laid over the hard surface of the deck of the boat. Then Ned looked sweetly at her--and began to take his shirt off.
Stacey, enthralled, got up from her seat and walked over and embraced Ned. For several minutes they stood there in oral passion, kissing each other with all the affection a happy couple could show. Eventually they both lowered themselves, still embracing and petting, onto the mat.
There they made wonderful, magical love. Just the two of them, out there on a boat in the middle of the lake, no other human beings for miles around. They were entirely alone and able to devote themselves to each other completely. Various thoughts and emotions filled their heads: how much they loved each other and their life together and how they really needed no one else. They thought of how much they loved each other and their life together, how grateful they still were for the supreme miracle of them even finding each other at all, but on top of that having now two healthy, beautiful children, loving grandparents, and now, through Ned's stint on the Millionaire show, fame for Ned and, at long last, financial security for the both of them. And even Ned's recent bout with depression seemed to be a distant memory that would in no way cloud their present or future horizons. All these things added to their passion, but at the heart of it was their deep and abiding love for each other, which they could now mutually express without having to suffer interruptions of any sort from anybody else in the world.
Out there, on that lake, in each other's arms, they both felt they didn't need anyone or anything else in this world. Their love-making was wild and passionate, enhanced by what both of them were feeling, how life was finally a joy again, how much they loved each other and lived for each other's happiness. The strains of one of Stacey's favorite pop songs, Gloria Estefan's "Live for Loving You," were pulsating over and over again in her head.
And the love they made was fantastic. It was so unusual, though, for Ned to strip and make love out in the open air, in broad daylight; in fact, it was his first time ever doing it that way. Stacey, on the other hand, felt no compunction about the situation at all, and in fact she was thrilled she finally could get her dear Ned to do such a thing--even if it took going on out a boat in the middle of a lake ten miles from the nearest terra firma The love they made was so passionate that Stacey, who was usually charged like a battery after making love with Ned, felt an unusual sleepiness coming on. Ned, on the other hand, who usually went out like a light after sex, pretended to be in his usual after-the-loving sopor but in fact he was quite in control of his consciousness, peering at Stacey through eyes only seemingly drooped in sleep.
When Stacey started to snore lightly, Ned knew the time was right and he seized the opportunity and went to work.
Chapter Four
Stacey awoke--from a very erotic dream which she tried through the fog in her mind to separate from the thrilling reality that had happened to her a few hours before. It was now evening, though at this time of the summer it was deceptively light even though it was approaching 9 o'clock. The sun had set just a short while ago, bathing the western horizon in a warm red glow that still dominated the skyline. And it was still pleasantly warm and the lake breeze blew lightly and comfortably.
Stacey started to take stock of where and when it was. Then she noticed her arms. They were being held straight up in the air by a force she did not recognize at first but then with a cock of her head and an upward glance, she got the whole picture.
Her wrists were tied together by a rope hanging down from the rigging of the tall mast of this model sailing craft. The rope was strung tightly up the mast so that Stacey could barely move her arms at all. Immediately she started to shiver with fear, but she felt a twinge of excitement, too, because she had also seen the Tell Me Lies book cover during one of her weekend trips to the store to buy groceries, and it had in fact made her fantasize also about being tied up in that way. If only I had let Ned know about my fantasy, she thought, he would have done this to me anyway without having to stage all of this.
As helpless as she thought she was, she discovered that the ropes restraining her arms were only one of the things that were keeping her in place. She was in a sitting position at the foot of the mast, and when she tried to get up she realized that a rope was around the middle of her abdomen fastening her tightly to the mast. Beyond that, around her ankles were ropes that bound her legs to metal rings attached to the deck. Her legs were thus stretched out, and Stacey came to the frightening--yet at the same time slightly exciting--recognition of her state of total captivity and vulnerability.
Then she thought: Ned? She began to scan the surface of the boat frantically for her beloved husband. Her search ended as she swiveled her head to her right side.
Ned was lying on the deck with this head propped up by one arm, looking at Stacey with a combination of tender love and playful lust. Stacey knew that look and began to cringe with fear and excitement. Ned slowly lifted himself up and came menacingly toward Stacey. She recoiled in a vain attempt to escape, all the while pleading, "Oh no, Ned, come on, please don't" but with how tightly she was bound she wasn't going anywhere. She was faced with the grim reality that she was trapped--and she knew perfectly well what was coming.
Chapter Five
Stacey was still wearing her sleeveless blouse, and to Ned the sight of Stacey being bound there with her arms high up in the air and armpits totally exposed seemed to issue forth an invitation of "Come and get me!" as they had all during the few hours that Ned had been staring at her on the deck after he had tied her up. When Ned reached her, he sat down right next to her and moved his torso into a position that covered and completely controlled Stacey's lower body--and one from which his hands could reach her underarms.
Ned put both hands on her armpits and began to tickle Stacey without mercy. Stacey shrieked and then burst out in a combination of laughter and desperate pleas: "Ned! Stop! No, honey, noooooooo!!! HA-HA-HA-HAAAAAA!!!" But of course Ned did not stop, pitilessly wiggling his fingers all over the area of her underarms and occasionally taking his index fingers and dragging/poking them on Stacey's most ticklish spots of this hypersensitive area of hers.
Stacey pulled frantically at the bonds that held her arms high above her, but she discovered to her dismay that she could not budge them an inch. The same for her legs and midsection. The terrifying realization of just how utterly helpless and at the absolute mercy of Ned she was hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew they were far out on the water, and in their voyage out here she had seen only a handful of other craft anywhere near theirs. And though this torture was extremely intense, the feeling of being completely under the control of the man she loved so much and whom she knew also loved her deeply began to fill her heart with joy--and her "area" with heat and moisture.
Ned stopped the ordeal a few times to let Stacey catch her breath. He listened carefully for any of the telltale signs that this was getting too much for her asthma, and if he heard any he would have stopped right there and gotten Stacey's inhaler. But he heard no such signs, only Stacey breathing heavily after each time he paused. Those times Stacey tried to mouth words asking for mercy, but before she could utter a coherent sentence, Ned always resumed the torture and sent Stacey back into hysterics. He had a knack for timing it just right.
Ned absolutely loved the feeling of his lovely wife, the woman he considered himself so blessed to call his own, thrashing and writhing under his touch. He was filled with loving desire for her. After a while, Ned stopped his attention on Stacey's underarms and searched for a new target, finally settling on her belly and her belly button. Now, normally Stacey wasn't very ticklish there, but Ned hoped that the overstimulation of this new and exciting circumstance might have had some sort of favorable effect. He lifted her blouse and then slowly, gently, he drifted his right index finger in the direction of her belly button (which was an innie). When his finger made contact with an outer rim of her navel, Stacey jumped and shrieked and Ned knew right then that he had struck the iron while it was hot. He immediately began swirling his finger around and around her belly button hole while pushing slightly more forcefully with his hand, driving the tip of his finger deeper and deeper into her orifice until it finally made contact with the hyperticklish skin at the pit of the button. He continued to swirl his finger, at an even faster pace now, as Stacey's screams of "OH GOD!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHPPPPP!!! HAAAAAAA-HAAAAAA-HAAAAA!!!!!" and her frantic and desperate attempts to escape filled his ears.
Ned thought he had never enjoyed tickle-torturing Stacey as much as he was at this moment. But he--and Stacey--were in for an education.
Chapter Six
Ned had been lying on Stacey's legs while he was tickling her underarms and belly button, and the feel of her shapely legs on his lower body was like a tap on the shoulder saying "Don't forget about us down here." It directed him toward his next target, and this was perhaps the most delectable of all. He now turned his body and sat on Stacey's right shin and then he put his hands on her shoe.
Stacey was now going crazy, begging and pleading with Ned not to do what she and he both knew there was no stopping him from doing. Tears--more due to her hard laughing than terror--were dripping from her eyes and she was still gasping for breath as Ned began to remove the "tennie" she had been wearing. Now, Ned was a good tier but when it came to undoing knots, his characteristic klutziness shone forth. Untying Stacey's shoelaces was no exception, and it took him several minutes to get them undone, which served both as a brief respite for Stacey but also a period of agonizing anticipation of the ineluctable torture.
At last, the laces were undone and Ned pulled Stacey's shoe off revealing her revealing her sensual right foot. It was now tender and moist from having been in her tennis shoe, and thus it was at its most sensitive condition. Ned grabbed the top of her foot with his left hand and pulled back on it slightly, immobilizing her foot at the same time as making her skin taut and as sensitive as could be. Like lightning, he attacked her sole with the fingers of his right hand, his left hand now keeping Stacey's wriggling foot in place. On and on he went, and greater and greater grew Stacey's hysteria. He ran his fingers ceaselessly across her very soft, tender and beautiful soles. The mad dance of his fingertips and fingernails on the bottoms of her bare feet was agony for Stacey. She shrieked and screamed to the top of her lungs, her pitiful cries--and hysterical laughter --echoing off the gentle waves of the water. Then Ned went to work on her even more ticklish left foot.
Stacey knew full well she was absolutely helpless to interfere with any of this no matter how much the sensations were trying to force her into action. All she could do was laugh, shriek and desperately beg Ned to stop. Ned, aroused more than he could ever remember, rejoiced in the fact that he had his poor wife trapped out here and there was no force on earth that could stop him from doing what excited him so much, tying and tickling his beautiful, beloved Stacey. Stacey was well aware of these dire facts, too, and on top of her suffering, she began to feel something of the exhilaration Ned was feeling so strongly.
How he could do so he did not know, but Ned turned his head for a moment and then his eyes spied something on the deck. "Well, lookie here," he said with barely concealed sarcastic glee, and picked up a soft, white feather that had been deposited by one of the several seagulls that had been flying overhead all day, who were the only third-party witnesses to Stacey's torture, both attracted and repelled by Stacey's screams. Ned held the feather up and glanced back briefly into Stacey's eyes, just long enough to delight in the pitiful terror that now engulfed them, and he grinned an evil grin as he landed the tip of the feather onto the toes of Stacey's left foot. He stoked the feather all around her lovely toes, whose nails had been recently painted (by guess who; the irregular splotches of polish on parts of the tops of her toes being clear evidence of how Ned once again had tried to turn the occasion into a ticklefest). Stacey screeched and pleaded, but nothing except the need for a breather could stop Ned from his work. After he rested briefly and also allowed Stacey to catch her breath, he resumed operations, this time giving the full treatment to the toes of Stacey's other foot. All Stacey could do was scream and laugh: "Ned! Pleeeeeaassssee!!! PLEEEEEASSSSSE STOOOOOOPPPP!!!! AA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!!"
Ned paused again, and his eyes fell on his next target, his old friend, Stacey's helpless belly button. As soon as she saw where the feather was going, Stacey began to screech, and the second the feather reached the outsides of her navel and began to swirl in and around it, she let out a scream that Ned was sure must have been heard all the way across the lake to Canada. Excited by this, to say the least, Ned continued torturing this area of Stacey's until even he took pity on her half-mad screams and pleas, and he mercifully stopped for a moment. But during this interim, Ned's eyes fell on Stacey's chest.
Chapter Seven
Ned put down the feather for a moment and began slowly, agonizingly, to unbutton Stacey's blouse. Stacey, panting heavily, was at first unaware of what was going on, and coming to her senses a few moments later still did little to clarify her thoughts. When Ned had finished unbuttoning her blouse almost to her stomach, he pulled back on both sides of the blouse, revealing Stacey's breasts and helpless nipples, which had already started to perk up. Stacey watched with horror as Ned brought the feather first to her left nipple and swirled it in that area at first slowly and then furiously, causing Stacey to giggle in wild abandon. Her arms being stretched out so far above her head seemed to make her breasts even more sensitive than usual, and this of course only intensified the effects of the torture. Her nipple became even larger and harder, being both evidence of and a stimulant to Stacey's burgeoning arousal. Ned then moved the feather to the Stacey's right nipple, and then back to the left one and so on back and forth, and in the midst of her crazed laughter Stacey kept pleading, "No more!! Please!!", to no avail.
That was it for Ned. His current actions, which now put his face close to Stacey's enabling him to see how hers was contorted in that strange, wild mixture of hysterical laughter and terrified agony that only tickle-torture can bring on, and the fresh memory of what he had just done to her underarms, belly and sexy feet, caused Ned finally to ejaculate under his pants. When it ended, and Ned thought for a minute it never would, he limply dropped the feather and collapsed on the mat.
Ned wasn't the only one who had climaxed. The prolonged, unbearable torture Stacey had just endured and the utter helplessness of her condition as she endured it, combined with the fact that she was in a sitting position and more pressure than usual was thus on her pubic area, gave her a scintillating orgasm as well. This time, as was more usual, she was energized by the feeling, and though exhausted from the events of this evening she felt a new burst of energy, part of which was an overwhelming desire to wrap herself around Ned, the man she loved so much, who had done all this to--and for--her.
Ned, sensing what Stacey was feeling, picked himself off the mat and brought his face to hers. Once again she felt the roughness of his beard and the chiseled features of his face on hers and the warmth of his breath. They kissed passionately and silently for several minutes, reveling in the love they had for each other.
Night had since fallen, and the boat and its surroundings were now enveloped in darkness, save for a few of the auxiliary lights on the boat. Ned abruptly broke the gloom and announced, "Well, it's gotten too dark to work now. Time to pack it in." At that, he fell back on the mat and stretched himself out on it. Stacey, bewildered, half thought that Ned was taking a little rest until several moments had gone by and Ned had given no sign that he was going to untie her. She spoke.
"Well? Aren't you going to let me go?"
"Oh, well, you see," started Ned, his histrionic motions of yawning and rubbing his eyes almost insultingly obvious to her, "I'm sorry, Hon, but I have to keep you tied up while I sleep. I don't want you taking control of the boat and driving us back to shore, do I?"
Stacey tried to comprehend what Ned was talking about, and it was soon made clear to her as Ned continued speaking.
"You see, I intend to stretch this little boating excursion out a little longer than you might have thought. In fact, I don't know if you noticed this, but down below I had the boat stored with enough food and supplies to keep you--heh-heh, I mean, us--here for, oh, maybe the rest of the summer...”
He paused to study the reaction on Stacey's face.
"Just imagine how much fun" he said slyly, "we're going to have." At that he held up his right hand and wriggled his fingers at Stacey in a demonstration of an "air tickle" before letting out a maniacal laugh and then collapsing back on the mat.
Stacey threw her head back and wailed. She looked up at the sky, now sparkling with myriad stars, and she could only imagine that inhabitants of planets around these, most of which were hundreds of light years away, had about as much chance of coming down and rescuing her as there was of anybody else on earth helping her now. She began to whimper and sob as the finality of her situation dawned on her. She realized now that Ned had planned this well: Ned was not teaching any courses this summer and didn't have to go back until late August, and even after camp was over for the kids next month, they would still be going to spend a few more weeks with their grandparents.
As she sat in her bondage and pondered her seemingly hopeless predicament, she began to think of Ned, who was now snoring in the usual annoying way he did, not with much anger or thirst for revenge, but with a more powerful feeling of love and attraction than she had ever felt. The prospect of being his prisoner and slave for the next few months on this little boat in the middle of a lonely lake, where she could have his undivided attention and surely they would share more than just B&D, suddenly began to seem less dreadful than it did a little while ago. And the excitement of submitting herself completely to the man she loved so much, of being totally at his mercy and control but at the same time having complete assurance that Ned really loved her and wanted to help her enjoy the experience as much as he could, began to fill her with joy.
It's certainly going to be an interesting summer, was Stacey's last understated thought as a deep slumber finally overtook her.
THE END
