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We had rules, she stayed in the cellar area, it had a bathroom with shower, Microwave, Computer, a few blankets, a refrigerator, exercise bicycle, weights, rowing machine, everything she needed.
She was normally chained loosely, clothes were forbidden but she had an emergency set in case of fire and the chains had quick release cuffs just in case, but otherwise she was my own private fuckslut and never set foot outside her dungeon.
That evening I came home from work, prepared her meal brought it down to the dungeon for her and went back to the kitchen where I ate my Chicken Curry ready meal wishing that I could go back to the days before Pattie became my own live in sex slave and I could go back to pub meals and getting home drunk at ten thirty.
I then reflected how much easier it now was to get laid and after a quick shower it was play time.
I remember we were in the cellar by the big wheel just along from the stocks, when it happened, just by the wall rings where she had been chained earlier, and everything glowed orange in the red glow of the mood lighting and Pattie shuddered gently as tied her hands and feet to the wheel with soft red ropes before I started to add the blue body ropes for a Japanese Hog Tie.
I passed the rope round under her soft but shapely breasts five times and tied it off and then took the rope around her left breast three times and asked her, "How's that?" I asked.
"Nng!" she said and nodded, so I tied it off and wound the other end around her right breast, round three times and tie off, then checked it was not too tight.
"Nng," she said past her gag and nodded before I even asked.
She was tied to the iron bound rim of the specially constructed wooden wheel, essentially a wagon wheel, six feet nine in diameter, her hands and feet tied to a spoke each and her neck to a further spoke, carefully bound with thick blue cord, firm enough to hold her but not too tight to mark or hurt her.
It was almost second nature now, I could do it on automatic pilot and so there I was entirely dressed in black leather with my semi hard tool hanging out tying my gorgeous house slave to the fuck wheel and I was thinking about pub grub and car insurance.
She offered no resistance indeed Pattie had helped me install the wheel and the stocks during our first week together, cementing the huge tilting boss assembly in place that first day and then helping me manhandle the wheel into place. My bespoke spoked BDSM wheel, it cost a fortune, the boss assembly on a pedestal which was fully adjustable from horizontal to vertical, came from California, the wheel from a wagon restoration firm near Cromer, and a firm of builders did most of the preparation but obviously not the installation, that was down to Pattie and me.
I looked at Pattie, she looked out disinterestedly through the eye holes in her black latex hood so to et a reaction I turned her around so she was head down with the wheel axis slightly off the horizontal but not much.
She was naked as ever apart from her black latex hood but tonight she had forgotten to take off her crucifix, she wasn't allowed to wear it but she had taken to wearing it despite me or perhaps to spite me.
"Hey," I said as I reached out to remove it, "That could get caught in something."
She rolled her eyes, the hood hid her long golden hair and with eye nose and mouth holes it completely hid her features, which was a shame for she really was beautiful, though the mouth ring built into the hood made fucking her face delightfully easy.
The car insurance jingle went through my mind again, damn it!
I changed the mood lighting to green on the handset and set the vibrator in her ass to medium, or would have done if I could have remembered the code.
"Is the ass vibro 87 or 67?" I asked.
She nodded.
"Which?" I demanded as I pulled the ball gag away from her mouth hole and the ring holding her mouth open.
"Thwicksty sleven," she explained, "Ooooohh,"
Damn, I had set it on full, "Sorry," I apologised as I slowed it down.
Bloody hell I'm supposed to be the master, I fumed, my tool shrank again, maybe it was too cold in the dungeon, maybe leather pants with the front cut away wasn't ideal.
The wheel was great except for BJs and that's what I needed as the hub height was set up for screwing obviously she had to be horizontal to line her mouth up with my tool and that meant her head was sideways, less than ideal but I twizzled her around and spragged the wheel horizontal and just sort of fed my semi into her mouth hole.
She snorted, "Huck," she said.
It was the final straw, "Oh damn you!" I snapped, "What the hell are you playing at?"
"Hee!" she squealed, "Hor hot hart!"
"What!" I demanded and I peeled her hood off wrenching the ring gag fitting from her mouth quite brutally.
"You're not even hard!" she protested.
"Sorry," I said.
