Patricia and the Single Pole Prison (M+F+/F)

[StringTheorist]

Patricia and the Single Pole (M+F+/F)

I stood in the back room waiting. I could faintly hear the MC opening the evening with an explanation of the fund-raising event, and some of the rules.

Waiting. Because I was not only the beneficiary of the fund raiser, I was the principal exhibit for the evening.

Then there was a knock on the door and I said enter.

“Close your eyes and don’t open them until told.”

“OK.” I closed my eyes. Roger had warned me to expect various things, including blindfolding, gagging, bondage. As I had volunteered to be the centre of attention I needed to comply.

I sensed two people come in, probably a man and a woman. The later said “I’m going to place duct tape over your eyes for this evening. It is safe as I have been blindfolded in this way many times.”

She applied a piece of duct tape across my right eye, running parallel to my nose and repeated the same for left side, crossing over the bridge of my nose. A final strip crossed these strips from temple to temple.

“What is your safe word?” the woman asked.

“Marmalade. The first word I ever spoke.”

“And if you are gagged?”

“Three or more grunts in a row – ugg ugg ugg.”

“I’m not going to gag you now. Sometime someone may win the right to do so. If you don’t want to be gagged, use your safe word.”

“OK.” I was in some apprehension as I had never been tied up, nor had much of an idea what was to happen to me. But I had suggested my participation when Roger explained the event just beginning.

“We’ll just fasten your wrists behind you before going on.”

“Shouldn’t I undress?” Roger had warned me and told me I could put some limits, such as leaving me in my undies. I had never exposed myself to anyone but a doctor I once had. I moved my hands behind my back.

“We weren’t instructed to do that. Maybe undressing you will be part of the auction.”

My wrists were fastened crossed in the small of my back. A strange but pleasant sensation. But I hoped that my clothes wouldn’t be removed by means of a knife or scissors. I owed Roger enough as it is.

The rope was wound around my wrists in an up and down fashion, then across. Finally the rope was wound between my wrists, tightening up the bindings, finishing with a knot at the top that I would never be able to reach with my fingers.

“OK?” the woman asked.

“Nervous at the unknown. Not really afraid for my safety – I am unlikely to undergo the fate worse than death followed by the second option.”

“No worry dear.”

I was lead out on the floor of the hall and over to a couple of steps up to a platform. Then I was moved to the centre, to the applause of the crowd present. Some cat calls about my beauty that bothered me a little as I am quite shy. Perhaps that is the reason I started out blindfolded.

I heard the MC – not Roger – welcome me to the event.

“Would you please tell us a little bit about yourself before you met Roger. Then we’ll have the first auction while you are telling us a little more about yourself.”

“There is nothing really significant about my child hood or high school. I went to college to be a teacher’s aide. But before I could get a job my parents went into decline and I had to stay home and help them on their final journey. Mercifully it was only a few years and they passed peacefully 3 months apart.

“Then I found out the real state of their finances. An unscrupulous financial adviser got them in deep into crypto currency. The house was mortgaged to the hilt as well as all investments redeemed. They bought high. We couldn’t find the code to recover the investments. I had to use my savings. After everything was cleaned up, I tried to get a job; eventually a low paid job as a beginning aide.”

The MC interjected. “I think our centre piece is a little warm. We’ll have an auction for removal of the first piece of clothing. A pair of shoes or socks counts as 1 item. When it comes to intimate wear, we require the remover to be female. If we get that far.” This later was for my benefit.

Everyone present had received a number of tickets equal to the price for admission. If the person was accompanied by someone of the true opposite sex, the accompanier paid half price but received the same number of tickets as their partner.

Bidding wasn’t very brisk. Attendees were hoarding their tickets for more exciting opportunities to come. So the winner had to bid 3 tickets only. He came onto the platform and removed my simple white blouse down my arms to my tied wrists, exposing a run of the mill white bra.

While I was being undressed, the MC asked how did I first meet Roger.

“I was walking home after a bit of shopping along a narrow sidewalk in poor condition. My ankle twisted on the uneven pavement and I fell heavily to the ground.

“A car pulled up on the road and Roger came out after setting his hazard lights. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked.

“Twisted my poor ankle again. Nothing is broken and it will be better in a couple of days.” Fortunately it was a Friday and I had a couple of days to recover.

“’Would you like a lift home?’

“I told him my address and he commented that he often drove along the road.

“Actually I lived in a basement room with an entrance from the back yard where there was a back lane way. He navigated along the back of the houses and parked so I could get out. ‘Would you like me to help you inside and bring in your parcels?’

“Roger was old enough to be my grandfather or more, casually dressed in jeans and a spring jacket. Blue eyes, greying sparse hair. Pleasant, not threatening. Helpful, which is what I needed at that time. He left after ensuring I was comfortable and had put away my groceries, few as they were.

“So that’s how I met Roger. I know you are here Roger – Thank You.”

The MC started the auction again. Not a lot of bidders. The winner asked if he could take off both shoes and socks and this was permitted.

“Next we’ll be bidding on removal of Patricia’s black slacks,” said the MC. The bidding was livelier now as more interesting areas of me were being exposed.

“Patricia, please tell us how you were saved by Roger.”

“Roger told me he was coming along my street when he found it blocked. There was a fire part way down, and he decided it was near my place. He came along the back alley and down the basement entrance. He knocked and shouted, but I had fallen asleep. Somehow he forced the door and came in. By that time some smoke was wafting through the basement and a flicker of flame appeared.

He found me asleep on the couch; woke me and pulled me out the back. Along the way he noticed my purse and grabbed that. I’m afraid I was in my grey worn night shift and barefoot. We got out safely but coughing from the smoke.

He asked me where I wanted to go – a woman’s shelter, motel, friend. Then he offered the guest bed in what used to be a den in his condo for a few nights. No window, small. So that’s what I chose. I'm still living there.

First we had to wait to tell the emergency responders that I had got out safely. Roger had wrapped his yellow emergency blanket around me and fastened it with a piece of string from his car as a belt.

“It turns out that fire was arson – a couple had been shot in a room on the second floor. The fire was set to cover their tracks. An observant neighbour had noticed their licence plate."

My jeans were off and the MC asked about my bra. I said yes. When he asked about my panties I demurred, “Possibly later.”

Some woman got to expose my boobs and the males in the room seemed to appreciate them.

Next the MC announced an auction to tie my chest to the chair back, creating a rope bra in the process. A couple won the right, and soon my body was secured to the chair back with ropes nicely framing my boobs. The ropes were a new effect for me, and that seemed to squeeze my mammaries, raising the nipples and creating as nice excitation within my body. A slight warm glow started down below.

While this was going on, I was asked to explain what I knew about the origin of tonight’s event.
“Roger is a member of this group which he explained was a place where people interested in bondage could get together, talk, and often tie their partner or another person up. Apparently he talked about my situation while at one of theses sessions. Someone suggested that something should be done to help me. A tentative plan was made, around a new device you were about to receive, and somebody would be tied to it. But he never told me just what it was.

"When Roger told me what had been discussed, I thought it wasn’t good for an unknown person to be tied up for my gain. Even though I never had a partner or lover, my conscious wasn’t happy with someone else suffering for me. So I told Roger if someone had to be immobilized for my benefit, it should be me.”

My wrists were released so that my blouse and bra could be removed, then they were refastened, including to the chair back. I found that my arms weren’t strained and were comfortably supported.

The men were offered the opportunity to tie my legs to the sides of the chair. The bidding heated up.

The MC announced that the guest probably could do with a bit of a rub down. He had 4 pairs of mitts, made of silk, and wanted two couples to give me a gentle caress. The men were free to work on my limbs and the women to do my more intimate areas. The men worked on my thighs and that did things for my arousal. The women concentrated on my neck and breasts, and I sat there, immobile, glowing.

While that was going on, there was a great deal of commotion on the platform nearby to me. Ultimately the MC asked if there was a couple willing to try out a new “single bar prison”. Later I got to see this contraption after having been affixed to it myself.

It turns out that the principal element of a single bar prison is a metal post affixed to a base with the upper end inserted into a woman’s vagina. The upper end is adjusted to extend deep into her body so she can’t get down by herself. Sometimes the user is dressed in a short skirt so an audience can’t see her privates. Or a long dress. A vibrator can be attached to the post below her clitoral area and adjusted to give her stimulations.

I just waited, comfortable in the chair, while a number of couples took turns rubbing me down and rubbing me up; I just stayed on a plateau. Someone provided me with a sip of water from time to time. An occasional exclamation of climax came from the party beside me.

The MC took command. “Time is getting on and Patricia deserves some more attention. First step is the head cap.” This turned to be a form fitting item, rubberized, stretchy that covered my head, including under my chin, laced up on the back. Only two nostrils were open. The MC checked that I was OK in the cap, comfortable, not anxious.

Someone won the bid for the right to pull up the on a rope that was affixed to the top of the cap. When my neck was stretched a little, others unfastened my body and legs and hands from the chair. I was helped to stand up and the slack in the head rope was taken up.

The one bar prison had a three arm yoke mounted on top of the post, one arm contoured to follow up my cleft, and the other 2 were contoured for my crotch. All were padded with a fairly soft rubberized material. I was impaled on some long, soft shaft that slowly entered my vagina. I’ve had tampons in there, of course, but this felt different, larger, softer. It must have been somewhat lubricated though I clearly had some of my own juices deep inside. It bumped up against the top of my delivery canal, against my cervix. I had to lean forward a little so that the device in me was comfortable.

Different bidders replaced my rope bra, and the bindings on my wrists.

Straps were added that went from one tine of the yoke to the other tines, and I was snuggled in. My feet were strapped to the base of the single bar prison.

I was comfortable, still in my aroused state, mind almost in a different place, trance like.

Suddenly the yoke, base and bar began to turn slowly, but the device filling me didn’t, causing it to swish around inside me. Slowly. Then it reversed.

It took on a different motion – up and down. Not much but I could sense the slight impact on the end of my canal down there.

Motion stopped. I became aware that each foot was fastened to something.

A voice said, “Press down just a little on the big toe of your left foot.”

My body began to turn with the yoke. But the device within me didn’t turn so it seemed to twist the other way. I pressed a little harder, and the turning sped up; I pushed down with my left heel and predictably I turned the other way. Nice pleasant sensation.

I tentatively pressed down my right toe. Up thrust the post. Heel down, and the post descended a little. I pressed both toes together. Not only did I get a dual response, something shook at my clitoris.

An image flashed in my mind - elastic strings fastened from my nipples to somewhere either side - the rotation would tug my tits first one way, then the other. Wow. Perhaps it was best the men didn't think of this.

Several attendees bought the chance to operate the controls and to caress my nakedness. Someone must have been monitoring my state of arousal for as I strived to climax, I was left hanging on a plateau.

Applause.

The MC announced that soon it would be time to leave, so if anyone wanted to examine the device and its occupant, to come forward. Someone found the mitts and went to work on my frontal area. Then people backed away.

The machine started up by itself and increased tempo until I reached my climax. The first in many years. OH MY GOD.

Roger helped me out of the contraption and sat me on the chair. He lifted my legs and slid a fresh set of panties on. Applied my bra and the rest of my clothes. Attendees, now that I could see, came over to wish me well and welcomed me to the group.



In the car after the event, I asked Roger, “Do we have any ropes at home?”


ST
2025-02-02

[Ovi1]

Interesting story, though I did have a little trouble visualizing the exact shape of the device.
Giving her controls with her feet was a great choice!