With his hands on her hips, he guided her to his creation in the middle of the floor. Positioning her just so, he pressed gently on the spot just above her breasts, causing her to fall back into the wood slat chair. He moved efficiently about her, clamping her ankles to the boards so that her legs were forced open and cocked. He fastened her arms so she was spread-eagle, and adjusted the head support so she was looking down at her body. A leather band held her waist tight to the backboard. He'd used the mechanics from an old barber chair to construct this chair, and by releasing a lever could spin her around, adjust the reclining angle, and shift the seat from side to side. Ropes and chains hung from the rafters, too, in case he might need to lift any part of her body.

He paused to check the video cameras which were even now recording the events. He owed a lot people on the Internet for their assistance the past two weeks, and many would be happy to share in his wife's upcoming lessons. He'd actually borrowed the second camera from Kelli's parents, and chuckled again at the expression they'd have if they knew of its depraved use. Though, given the behavior of the church pastor, it wouldn't surprise him if her parents weren't as pure as they acted. One camera covered the whole scene in a wide angle. One sat to the side, pre-focused for a close-up. He could control the tripod motion with a remote, which he tested once again.

He moved to the side while he removed her blindfold, waiting while she blinked her eyes in the sudden glare. With the basement windows blacked out, he'd set up two photographers lights so that Kelli's entire body would be sharply lit. He hated looking at porno that was poorly lit.

"Welcome, my innocent little slut, to your home for the next 24 hours." He let the venom boil up by imagining her bent over a desk, her lover slamming his cock into her acquiescent ass. In fact, imagining her like that had lately been the only way he could screw up the motivation to pull off some of the more hardcore acts. And even that was beginning to wear thin. "As you can feel, you're just where you should be, spread open for me to use and abuse you. As you can see, we have everything we need to make your stay as 'stimulating' as possible. If you do everything I say, and all goes well, we'll walk up those stairs together and start a new life. If not, well, we may end up staying down here until you see my way of this situation. Do you understand?" he asked ominously, crouching forward until his face was mere inches from hers.

"Yes, Master," she said softly, the trepidation clear in her eyes. He could tell she'd been expecting something special for their final day. But not anything this elaborate. Not a dungeon.

"Good!" he said brightly, his mood abruptly shifting. "Let's get at it. First we're gonna play a little guessing game. You have to guess which I'm going to take off you first ­ your panties or your bra. Guess right, and poof, off it comes. Guess wrong, and I'll get to use these tweezers that I know you like so much." He pointedly caressed the soft skin between her thighs as he brandished a sharp pair of tweezers.

He could almost see the wheels spinning in her head as she considered her choices. Would he want her bare-breasted first so he could torture her tits? Or would he want to get to work with his tweezers around her pussy, though she was sure she'd shaved herself totally bare just that morning?

"My bra, sir," she answered timidly.

"You are . . . correct!" he said with a big smile. He'd wanted her to get it right. They'd soon be playing a game in which the only right answer was the lesser of two evils. "And now, to assist in the removal, my handy-dandy . . . lighter!" He grinned as she tried to edge away from the flame as he brought it closer and closer to her body. Suddenly he dipped it to the paper and laughed as the paper disappeared in a sudden whoosh. Had it been regular paper she would surely have been burned. But he'd fashioned her bra and panties out of magician's flash paper, which turned to ashes without even a hit of heat.

As he bent over her to light the panties, he looked into her eyes with his best wolfish grin, as if to say that all is not as it appears. Then he bent his mouth to her prominently excited nipple and pulled it inside, causing her to moan with purely animal response. Their night of pain and pleasure had begun.

Jack spent the next few minutes kissing, licking, probing and pinching nearly every inch of Kelli's prostrate body. She quickly realized that whether she squirmed in pleasure or pain, she was securely held in place, and could move no more than an inch in any direction. Jack used the chair to its full effect, too, changing the height and angles so that he never had to bend uncomfortably to get access to her body. The demonstration was so exhilarating that he stretched her out level and shoved his semi-hard cock in her mouth, demanding that she suck it like the slut she was. He enjoyed the feel of her warm mouth on his hard rod so much, he pulled up a chair so that he could sit and enjoy her tantalizing blow job. To her obvious dismay, he made her suck him for 20 full minutes, pulling out only when her mouth got too dry and uncomfortable.

"That was so good, maybe I'll just have you suck me off over and over again for the next day or so," he taunted her. "But then we wouldn't get to use all this cool equipment, huh?"

He pushed the chair into a 45-degree angle and swung it around to the right. "I'll bet you're wondering what this board is all about, right? Well, that board is my ingenious plan to keep things interesting over the next 24 hours. Best of all, you're going to be totally responsible for what we do. You'll notice that there are 25 cards on the board. First you'll pick the column and row, and we'll take that card down. Then, on each card is written five things we can try. You'll pick a number from one to five, and I'll tell you what you've picked. Then we'll do it. If it's something that we have to leave the room for, I may save those up to do all at one time. Once a card is used, we set it aside, until all 25 cards are used. Then we mix them all up and put them back on the board to start again.

"We'll try one so you can see how it works. First, pick a number between one and five. Four? Good. Now do it again, between one and five. One? Alright. That's four over and one down." He pulled the card from it's hanger and looked at it. "Once again, between one and five. One?" He looked down at the card and smiled. "Good thing this is only practice. See, here's what it says: '25 lashes with a wet leather whip.' Ouch! Though I'm sure your ass is going to see lots of action before we're done."

Jack looked down and put his hand around his painfully stiff cock. He could really get into fucking her right now for a while. But he didn't want to ruin his game. There'd be plenty of time to fuck her later. Especially with his chemically-induced hard-on.

The first card, which Kelli selected with a tremulous call of 5-2-5, promised to kick off the proceedings with a bang. "Hot wax to the titties," he read with ill-concealed excitement. He'd wanted to try that, but hadn't been able to find out about the mechanics of it. Something like that, something potentially dangerous, deserved more than a cursory understanding.

He grinned menacingly at her, lighting the candle and waiting for a small pool of wax to build up. As he carefully held the candle over her nude body, she instinctively strained to get away. Wax was hot; everybody knew that. What she didn't know was that he'd bought paraffin, which liquified much cooler than regular candle wax. So the first drops that painted her soft breast flesh didn't so much burn as tingle, eliciting a sharp hiss followed by a low moan. He slowly dripped spirals onto each of her waiting tits, always skimming past the hardened nipple at just the right time, but causing her to wince in anticipation. Just for the heck of it, he dribbled a little wax farther down her torso, making her rib cage and stomach twitch and jump. Her eyes told him that she expected to feel the wax on her pussy soon. But he stopped after just a few more drops. He had far more erotic things planned for her traitorous cunt.

The next card he set into a box at his left. She would be performing a lacivious act on the Internet, but he wanted to save the out of the basement stuff for later on. Another three digit number brought them to a card that asked, "Are you a Boy Scout or knot?" In response he brought out a length of white rope and wrapped it several times around her upper body, in effect squeezing her breasts so that they painfully jutted out from between the taut cotton fibers. Grabbing a nearby riding crop, he gently and then wickedly slapped the tortured flesh, eliciting sharp cries of pain from his helpless wife. With her tits rapidly turning an ugly shade of red, he placed a yellow bikini top on her stomach and hopped back for a few quick pictures. The sudden appearance of her lover's favorite swimsuit made Kelli blush, which made for an even more interesting photo.