Postby Mr Underheel » Wed Dec 25, 2013 3:06 am
She struggled crazily against the ropes and squirmed all around, now sincerely trying to escape. He really wouldn't leave her alone, would he?
The rope around her chicken wing tied arm seemed to make some progress toward loosening, or was that only her imagination. The exertion had nearly exhausted her but when she assessed her situation it seemed that she was no nearer escape than when she started. Hear heart was pumping and her chest was heaving and the crotch ropes had rubbed against her so much that she no longer cared if he had given permission for an orgasm. It came on its own announced by a loud sob that issued from behind the cotton bindings in her mouth. Liquids soaked her panties dripped onto the floor.
Just at that moment he walked back into the room. "I see that you accomplished HALF of what I asked. You really DID struggle! Very good! See that iPad over there? It makes a great webcam. I saw everything. That includes your little unauthorized orgasm. At least it was entertaining! We will deal with that later. I still get to keep you tied for another hour! Part of it will include some discipline. For now, let's see what else we can do with these ropes."
The ropes came off of her legs very slowly. He made sure to drag them across her skin as much as he could and that he touched her gently with his fingers often, caressing her gently. The reaction from her was wonderful! Goosebumps rose and fell all across her body.
But as soon as her legs were free, he re-tied them in strict frogties. Her heels pushed into her ass. Once again, he made sure that the shoes could not come off, those lovely red adornments...and he tied the stilettos themselves to her legs so that her toes were in permanent "pointe" position.
Off came the crotch ropes, still dripping with cum. These he held near his nose, drawing in their aroma. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and then reached his tongue toward the juices. Just before he made contact he asked her, "Do you think I should like these ropes, or would you rather that I licked it from between your legs?" Her eyes grew as big as saucers and she blurted through the rope gag, "MWY WEGS!"
He laughed loudly. "Did you say 'mwy wegs'? I couldn't quite understand you, dear. What was that?" he mocked openly. "MWY WEGS!!! MWY WEGS!!!" "Oh, I see. Is this what you want?" He took a knife that lay nearby and slid it under the soaking wet material of the boyshorts and with a single,powerful upward motion he turned them into a rag. He pushed them aside and buried his face between her legs.
It took her mere moments to understand that he was an expert in this as well. She couldn't tell exactly what he was doing but what was abundantly clear was that she was going to cum again in a moment and there was no stopping it. It wasn't a point where she much cared if she had permission or not, she just let it loose and shot her juices all over his face.
"Well, that was FAST!" he commented. "You're a horny little bitch, aren't you? That's the last that you're going to cum for a while. A good while. Just wait and see", he promised. But since you've had the privilege of a couple of orgasms I think I deserve at least one. But first, let's do something about those arms of yours."
He released both of the from their current positions, again, taking a long time to do so. When he was done, he wrapped ropes around her wrists and tied them tightly to her ankles with her arms directly down her sides. More ropes encircled her waist, pinning her arms there, and matching sets circumnavigated her ribs both above and below her breasts. Then he removed the rope gag.
Bending over her, he pressed his lips to hers and pushed his tongue deeply into her mouth. They held this embrace for some time, flesh exploring flesh. She struggled genuinely now, wishing that she could wrap her arms and legs around him and feel his cock inside of her. She whispered into his mouth as they kissed, "fuck me. please fuck me...."
His lips slowed as she said this and then he stared deeply into her eyes. He closed his teeth down over her tongue and held it for a few moments. "That's what you want?" She nodded slowly at him.
He stepped away and reached into a bag, drawing out a ring gag that was wrapped in black leather. Instinctively, she opened her mouth. It barely fit behind her teeth, but fit it did. Buckling it tightly behind her neck was no chore.
Then he took off his boxer-briefs, the only remaining clothes that he wore and exposed his cock and balls. Straddling her stomach, he took her tits in his hands and kneaded them gently. Quickly he assessed them. "Yes, they are just large enough."
He pushed them together over her sternum and squeezed them hard for a second. Then he parted them and put his cock between, pushing her globes back together to surround it. He had generated enough pre-cum that his flesh would slide pleasingly against hers as he thrust his hips toward them in a slow tit-fuck.
She felt her nipples harden in a way that she could not recall ever happening. His fingers massaged her deeply. Her nipples would find themselves between his fingers and he squeezed them so hard that she yelled. And he continued to pump. She was sure that she was going to cum again. Dammit!, she thought. Oh, well, she thought. I was already going to be punished.
Just as she started to cum, so did he and, as he did, he changed positions and pushed his meat through the ring gag. Her tongue knew what to do and so, after only a few well-timed thrusts he came in her mouth. She worried that she would choke on it since she couldn't swallow normally, but she was able to gather it and gradually work it down her throat.
"That was quite a performance, girl! Very good! You like this, don't you?" She nodded in agreement.
"Our time together is nearly up for today. I hate to have to do it, but I have to untie you now. Two hours is two hours. That was the bet."
As was his wont, he again took a great amount of time to untie her. As soon as the last rope was removed, a tear came to her eye. She had loved being lost in his control so much that, now, she was already craving more.
"Would you like to play this game again someday, little girl? The winner gets to tie up the loser? Or should we just cut to the chase? We get together and I tie you up?"
"Yes," she murmured. "That one." "I just tie you up? I like that idea, too. I will do that and forego the game under three conditions."
"Ok, I'll do whatever you say. What are they?"
"Excellent! The first condition is this: wear this necklace every day until we meet again." It was a thin silver chain that had a tiny silver charm on it that was shaped like a padlock. He placed it around your neck. "This means that you promise to save your bondage activities for me, and only for me."
"Second, when we next get together, you will wear this." He showed her a wide pink leather collar that was studded in silver. "Yes, I will wear these for you."
"Fine. The third condition, well, this is punishment for your cumming the way you did. You will also wear this until we next meet. This might be a difficult condition for you to accept. Will you wear it?" She looked hard at the item that he held, never having seen one before. "Is this what I think it is?" "Probably. It goes between your legs like this..." He threaded it in place, covering her pussy. "This part goes around your waist. And then this strap buckles here. The last thing is this. " He held out a small padlock and slipped it through the hasp.
"I will have the key. We will meet again in a week. You will wear this the entire time and, of course, you will not be able to touch yourself until then. That is my final condition. What do you think?"
She looked him directly in the eye and considered the entire evening, how it had made her feel, that she craved the ropes to be around her, how he had made her feel.
Without looking down, she reached her hand to his and, with a gentle squeeze, the lock clicked closed.
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