Thumbs

THUMBS

"Hmm….?", mused Bonnie. "I wonder what it feels like?"

John stirred, and shifted his weight. The couple sat on the soft leather couch. He had his feet up on the coffee table; she sat on her feet as women are inclined to do, with her head on his shoulder.

"You wonder what "what" feels like?" he murmured. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and he was barely awake. The combination of the heat from the cozy fire and the movie that she had chosen to watch left him somnambulant.

"Hanging by her thumbs." She answered. "The pirates are going to hang the English girl by her thumbs unless she tells them where the strongbox full of gold is hidden." She flexed her thumbs and looked at him. "I just wondered what it feels like, that's all."

"Well, I certainly don't know," he replied, "but I'm sure it doesn't feel great……it's supposed to be torture, you know."

"Uh huh…."

They continued to watch the movie. As events unfolded, the heroine's thumbs were bound, and she was hauled into the air by a rope over a yardarm of the pirate ship. Of course her dress was torn so that her bosom heaved as she gasped in pain, and her long shapely legs fluttered beneath her skirt and petticoats.

The afternoon passed, and darkness fell, and still our heroine stubbornly resisted. Finally, late that night, the pirate leader had her lowered to the desk. The girl moaned with relief. Despite himself, the pirate was impressed with the girl's spunk and fortitude. "You are a tough little lass," he complimented her. "Are you sure that you don't have some pirate blood in those veins, along with the blue blood of your rich family?"

"See?" Bonnie said, "It can't be that bad….she hung for hours!" "Honey,' responded John. "It's a movie for cryin' out loud." He stood to go to the kitchen for a drink. "You've seen girls tied up in other movies. A couple of loose ropes, and a wisp of cloth across the face and they are helpless and completely silent."

When he returned for the kitchen Bonnie had an intense look on her face. "I want to try it." She said. "Try what?" he answered, taking a long drink as he sat down beside her. "John…you know…..I want to hang by my thumbs….to see what it feels like." "Bonnie, don't be silly!" She stood, fists clenched at her side. "John, I want to!" Suddenly she was angry at being patronized. "I'm not a little girl, and this interests me." Then she smiled. "Besides, it's a boring Sunday afternoon. What else do you have to do?"

John sighed. He would get no peace until he relented, and helped her. "OK, Babe…..what do you have in mind?"

"Well," she answered, "I need a secret." She mused for a moment. "I will write a question on an envelope, write the answer on a piece of paper, and seal it. You will try to get me to answer the question, ok?" John nodded slowly. "…I will hang you by your thumbs, and let you hang until you spill the beans on your secret, is that it? "Yeah, I want to hang as long as the heroine did. I know I can do it! She smiled at her husband. "Get the rope."

Bonnie quickly kicked off her shoes, and peeled her jeans down her legs. Her T-shift came next, leaving her in bra and panties. She didn't know why, but it seems somehow right that she be in her underwear for this adventure.

John was in the garage preparing the rope when Bonnie entered. Her nipples were still points against the lacy bra, and John wondered if it was due to the chill of the garage, or perhaps excitement over being his captive. "Give me your hands." Bonnie tentatively extended her hands to him in a prayer position, thumbs together. He made 3 loops of the cord around her thumbs. "That's too loose John," she complained. "It will slip." "Hold on," he answered. Quickly he threaded two turns of the across the outer loops, and pulled the cinch tight. Her thumbs were tightly bound, but unlike a slip know, would not become tighter under the pressure of her weight as she hung. He tossed the other end of the rope over a joist, and pulled out the slack until his beautiful wife's arms were pulled above her. He pulled a little more, and with a gasp she was drawn up on her toes. "Last chance…."

"No…never will I tell you my secret." She tossed her long hair theatrically. "Do with me as you will, you cad!"

"As you wish, Madam!" John answered. With a grunt he tugged on the rope until Bonnie swung a foot off the floor.

"Unnnnghhhh!" she gasped. The cord bit into her flesh, and almost immediately the joints of her thumbs and elbows began to stretch painfully. Her head fell onto her chest between her tightly stretched, raised arms.

John looked at his wife's beautiful body. She was slim to begin with, and now each rib showed as she swung slightly. Her tummy was taut, and her breasts stretched almost flat against her chest; tight mounds with hard, pink nipples at their peaks.

"Oh my," she gasped, "Nnnnnnghh……ohhhhh….."

"Now, my pretty," he asked, reading from the envelope, "where are….." He stopped for a moment, confused. "Where are my golf clubs?!!" He walked over to his car, and popped open the trunk. They were gone!

"I'll never tell……"

"Ok, then hang…until you are ready to tell me where they are!" She tossed her head. "Never!"

John opened a folding lawn chair, and sat down in front of his captive wife to watch the show. For the first few minutes she jerked and twisted against the discomfort, but quickly realized that the pain was lessened if she hung quietly. He thumbs began to swell, and quickly turned purple. The pain in her shoulders nagged constantly, and she found it difficult to breath. She gasped, unable to take a deep breath due to her tightly stretched diaphragm.

Fifteen minutes later she had enough. "Oh Sir! I will tell you……what you seek is in the tool shed!" She looked at him, eyes pleading. "Please let me down!"

"Slowly her husband got to his feet. "Let me check and be sure." With that, he turned, and walked out the back door of the garage. His wife's pleases ringing in his ears. "Please…..oh please let me down…. Please….I beg you!"

In five minutes he was back. "Ok…they are where you said." He walked to where the rope was knotted. "Are you sure you want to be released? He chided. "The heroine held out for 5 hours, and you didn't last a half hour." "Oh yes…..it's awful," she gasped. "Please….."

"Sure, Honey," he said, releasing the knot. "I thought it was a dumb idea to begin with." Bonnie groaned when her toes touched the ground, and she collapsed against his chest. The flesh of her thumbs was a bloodless white under the biting cords, contrasting against the dark purple flesh above the tight cinch.

"Oooooooo…" she gasped softly as he peeling the cord from her abused flesh. "Aaahhhhhhhhh…..MMMMMMMM…….OOOHHHHH!!" Bonnie groaned as her thumbs tingled as blood flow returned. She flexed her thumbs painfully. "Ooooooo….." "You ok Baby?" he asked. "Yes, thank you." She exclaimed, giving him a hug and kissing him passionately. "Thank you for helping me do that……but……it was dreadful!

Tenderly he put his arm around his wife's shoulder, and led her back into the house. She used the bathroom, dressed, and they spent the rest of the evening watching TV. Given her experience that afternoon, he even fixed dinner!