A month later the Arizona desert weather is intense. Almost 50 days of plus one hundred degree days in a row. I thrive in the heat and love to sweat. My wife is a petite red head with fair skin so direct sun keeps her sunscreened and fully covered.
One of our favorite games is what we call “Cool Hand Luke” based on the Paul Newman movie. My wife loves that movie because she realized Newman’s character was exactly her idea of a tough guy. He didn’t have bulging muscles or martial arts skills in fact he often got his ass kicked. What she saw was his ability to take a beating and come out the other end with a smile.
One scene was the punishment hot box scene. The heat in the south is brutal so one form of punishment is multiple days in a sun drenched confinement box in the prison yard. A bucket of water and a bucket for what comes out is all you have. No room to stand completely and no room to lay down. All you could do is sit, think and sweat.
I will admit before we met that scene was my favorite, it really turned me on. If only they had had all of the chain gang prisoners locked in steel chastity devices.
We bought the house with privacy in mind. The back yard is very private with eight foot walls all around the backyard and one story ranch style homes on either side. The back wall butted tight up against the community paddle boat lake. Our pool is shaded by palm trees with a hot tub, spa and cabana.
In one corner we have a wooden shed that is nine feet tall, and three feet be three feet. There is only a solid door and no windows. Inside are several eye bolts for bondage. The surrounding yard is not grass it was small stones. The stones get extremely hot in direct sun so the air around the shed can be 130 degrees F on a calm day. Inside the box can be 150 degrees F. When we play this way I am usually cuffed in a stretched standing position with my hands locked to a chain overhead and ankles locked to a bolt on the floor. Other longterm scenes I’m in metal shackles with only a bucket full of water and a bucket for what comes out.
We attended a cook out at a friends house Friday so it is Saturday and the only bondage has been my sleeping sack attached to our bed. I am still locked in chastity with only one thorough prostate milking in months. I love any attention but milking without orgasm just makes me more desperate.
The 3 AM wood sessions have returned, it has been an issue for weeks now. I wake up in pain because my cock is a deep purple and bulging through the bars of the cage. It is to the point it cuts off circulation trapping the high pressure blood in my imprisoned cock. Even if I wasn’t in my bag, all I could do is sit on the toilet and wait until I can squeeze out a little urine so my erection will subside. In the bag my only tool is to think it away. That works but it can take an hour, an hour I could be sleeping.
Around 10 AM I was finished with my inside chores. The lawn was good and the cars were clean. I treated and cleaned the pool before we went to the cookout. I was thinking about a long bicycle ride but my wife had different plans.
She was in the bathroom applying sunscreen for a little gardening time. I said I had planned to do a bike ride. The husband never asks permission but informs her of a plan. She can suggest something “better” or “more important”, a vanilla way of telling me no. Our scene language is more formal and direct but we soften our language around friends but we both know what we mean.
She says let’s talk in the kitchen. I didn’t know what was up but I knew to wait for her in the kitchen. She came downstairs dressed in her Lorance of Arabia outfit and a wide brimmed sun hat but she also had “that look”. I was in some sort of trouble.
She said strip off your clothes and kneel by the pool. I hurried to remove my clothing and deposit them in the laundry room then I scurried I to the pool to wait. I waited eyes down kneeling on the hard hot cement. She finally walked out wearing a pair of aviator sunglasses. She said in her best prison warden voice “What we have here is a failure to communicate”. I smiled but she didn’t so I returned to my eyes down position.
There was no sense defending myself whatever it was. I didn’t have to know if it was a real offense or a game. She then said “You realize my drink was empty for 30 minutes last night but you were by the grill with your golf buddies”. As she said that I was relieved because I know it is a game because I hate golf. Then she said “You need a little attitude adjustment, so some time in the hot box should help”.
She told me to drink two full glasses of water and prepare the hot box. I quickly chugged my fill of water and chained my ankles to the floor and cuffed my wrists and locked the connecting chain to a hard to reach ring overhead. I left the door open and waited. At 11 AM it was already hot but with the door closed and time goes by it will be brutal.
She eventually came out with the chastity key. As she unlocked my cage she warned me not to even glance at my cock, this was her favorite mind fuck so I tightly closed my eyes. She squeezed my cock and massaged my balls until I was rock hard. She edged me for a few minutes then closed the door and went into the garage to get her gardening tools. When the box was built the only light that leaked in was from a few tiny cracks. I made sure those were filled to make it pitch black. My unleashed and unseen cock danced as I began to sweat in complete darkness.
With my hands and feet stretched so tightly I could barely touch the tip of my drooling cock to any of the walls without a great deal of discomfort. After an hour she returned for a long edging session that left me bucking the air. The remainder of the day every hour or so she gave me a drink and somehow brought my cock back to life even though the heat and the stress position was draining my energy. Paul Newman wasn’t enduring anything like this in the movie.
The sweat ran down me like a river and my body strained from the stress position, it was all I could do to slow my heartbeat. The door would open letting in a blast of air. Her hand would fondle my cock hard again then edge me until my legs quivered. She would pause and let me go limp then start again, then again. She would finally close and lock the door and leave so I could suffer in the darkness and heat anticipating the next edging session.
Dusk finally came, I was hanging limp in my bondage. She used a step ladder to unlock my wrists and let me down. She quickly blindfolded me and had me crawl to the side of the pool where she had a large glass of hydration drink and four hard boiled eggs to stay in the movie theme.
We soaked in the pool then a shower and off to the bedroom. Still blindfolded she had me kneel before her chair. She slouched forward and spread her legs for me to service her orally. This went on for an unusually long time. I guess the thought of her tough guy enduring the hot box must work for her.
I was prepared for the night in my sleep sack with ear plugs eye tape and hood. My cock and balls were the only exposed skin. I wasn’t sure what her plan was but the default rule for orgasms is NO orgasms. With no way to clearly communicate I was not going to find relief anytime soon.
It was Saturday night my mind again finds an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for this woman, my life is good. Suddenly I felt her warm mouth slide over the head of my cock that took my breath away. All my thoughts of a quiet night of sleep fade away, this was going to be a challenging night.
I smile in my gag and think eat your heart out Cool Hand Luke……