Postby OldTUGger » Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:04 pm
Part III: Tightening Up
She smiled and headed into the bathroom to change. “This ought to get a rise out of him,” she thought as she donned a black thong, a low-plunging black lace bra, a black garter belt and black open-weave fishnet stockings. After fixing her hair and makeup, she stepped into a pair of black high heels, wrapped a robe around herself and opened the door.
She threw off the robe and looked at David. "Meet your approval?"
"Definitely," he replied. "That's seriously hot. The black goes great with your red hair and blue eyes. I think that kind of hotness deserves some serious rope. Do you know what a hogtie is?"
She smiled.
"Yes, I do. But my last one wasn’t with rope, it was with cuffs, so this will be a treat. Can I make a request on one of these ties?”
“Sure. What do you have in mind?”
“Could you tie my breasts? I mean, I’ve never tried it but I’ve seen pics. Looks like fun." She turned and put her arms behind her.
"Christine, you must be reading my mind. This is going to be a Category 5 elbows-together hogtie, complete with crotch and breast ropes. I'm going to do most of the rigging while you're standing or seated, so come stand over here."
She walked over to him.
"OK, the first order of business is to rig your crotch rope. Stand right there and spread your legs."
She did as directed. He took a doubled rope, passed it around her waist, threaded the free ends through the bight at the small of her back and pulled it taut. The rope dug into her waist, but not uncomfortably so. David then pulled the free ends down, laid them between her butt cheeks and pulled them forward so they nested between her labia. She expected him to pull the ends up to the waist rope, but he paused.
"Since we're taking it up a notch..." he said teasingly.
She felt him tie a knot in the rope. Then another, and another.
"These are 'happy knots,'" he explained. "You'll see why right -- now."
Tugging upward, he sank the knots between her lips. The last two knots settled around her most sensitive spot, one below and one above, squeezing it just a little between them. Keeping the rope taut, David passed it up and over the waist rope, pulled it down sharply and knotted it firmly there.
"How's that?" he asked.
Christine wiggled a bit and smiled as a tiny moan escaped her lips. "Oh my. Mmmmm, I’m surprised at how…good this feels." She looked at David and winked. She found herself wanting to move more just so she could feel the rope work its magic on her suddenly sensitized slit.
"Good. Time to finish your crotch harness."
David reached for the long ends of the rope dangling from the knot and passed them back between her legs, this time on the outsides of her labia, and threaded them through the bight at the small of her back. Splitting the doubled rope into single strands, he worked one down, across her right buttock, around her upper thigh, through her crotch and returned it to the bight. He did the same on the left side with the other strand of rope. With a final tug, he pulled them tight and knotted them off at the small of her back.
Christine looked down. The bright-red nylon stood out against her black panties. David tugged at the strands -- first the ones around her thighs, then the ones to the sides of her labia, and finally the ones pushing into her cleft.
"Snug enough," he said. "Are you feeling them yet?"
She nodded. She felt every inch of the ropes. As far as she was concerned, they were rubbing her in all the right places, and so effectively that her slightest movement made her want to throw her head back and moan.
"Oh…yes. I feel them, all right. What’s next?"
"Well, I probably should make your hands useless. That way you can't fight me off as I do other evil things," David replied. "Turn around and put your hands together, palm to palm."
Christine complied. She felt a loop go around her wrists, an inch or so above her wrist bones. David wrapped upward from there, five times around, before he ran a cinch loop between Christine's wrists and knotted the tie off.
"That should hold you for a moment," he smiled. "Now, turn and face me."
The next rope went around her upper thighs, halfway between the top bands of her thigh-high fishnets and the bottom of her pinioned panties. David made three wraps of doubled rope and then paused.
"To cinch this, I'm going to have to push the ropes between your thighs, and my fingers will pass very close to the 'danger zone,'" he warned. "Is that all right with you? If so, I'll go ahead. If not, I'll work a little farther down."
She giggled and winked. "It’s fine. Proceed as you see fit; I am at your mercy, after all." With every wrap of the rope, Christine found herself becoming more and more helpless, but also more and more turned on.
David pinched the ends of the doubled rope between the forefinger and middle finger of his right hand and pushed them through her tightly squeezed thighs. Reaching behind her with his left hand, he grabbed the ends and pulled the rest of the rope through. He tugged down on the rope, passed it between her thighs below the wraps, and repeated the process. The fit was tighter the second time through. The first cinch not only took up some of the available space, the cinched bands served to clamp her thighs even more firmly together.
"Pardon any 'incidental contact,'" he said, threading his fingers once more into the confined space.
"No problem; it’s fine. It’s part of the job. And you did warn me…”
It occurred to Christine that even if she wanted to run right now (which she didn’t) she wouldn’t get far or get there very fast with her upper thighs squeezed firmly together. "That feels very secure,” she said. “I take it you are going to make this a strict hogtie?"
"Yes. I don't know if you've ever been hogtied as tightly as you will be in a few minutes," he promised.
He worked down her legs, placing tightly cinched bands just below her stocking-tops, just above her knees, just below her knees, halfway down her calves, at her ankles and around the arches of her high-heeled shoes.
"OK, Christine. You asked for some breast bondage. You've got nice ones, but I think in order to do ‘the girls’ proper justice I need to make them stand out a little more."
He walked behind her and looped a rope around her forearms, just below her elbows. Drawing the loop tight, he forced her elbows so close together they almost touched. Six turns of doubled rope formed a wide band that kept the tie from cutting too tightly into her flesh. Two snug cinches and a square knot finished it off.
"There. Your assets are quite nicely displayed now," David said. "How are you feeling?"
“It’s a little strict, but I like the feeling,” Christine replied. Looking down, she could see how the elbow tie had forced her to thrust her chest out. Her perky breasts stuck out more than usual, and she loved how it looked. She wriggled vigorously for a few seconds and then stood still.
"You're only squirming to activate that crotch rope," he teased, grinning.
David looped a doubled line around her torso, just below her prominent breasts. He pulled it tight, then wrapped upward three turns. She felt her breasts lift, as though supported by a push-up bra. He knotted the rope in back and continued with three wraps just above her bulging globes.
"More in a minute," he promised. "Right now I have to make sure these ropes can't slide around."
Starting in back, David passed the free ends of the rope under her left armpit, in front of her left shoulder, behind her neck, in front of her right shoulder, under her right armpit and back to the tie-off point. He repeated the process twice more, creating a halter-like arrangement that, indeed, kept the chest ropes from moving. With another length of rope, he ran another band around her waist and forearms, pinning her arms hard against her back. He then looped the rope twice between her torso and her arms, tightly cinching the band into place.
"Now we activate the motion sensor," he said, grinning.
He grabbed the tail ends of the crotch harness, a length of rope about 3 feet long. He pulled the rope taut, wrapped it twice around her forearms just above the wrist ropes, and cinched it into place. Curious, Christine tried to tug her hands back and forth, both to test her rapidly diminishing mobility and to gauge the effects of the crotch rope. A low moan escaped her lips.
"Very nice,” she said. “I can hardly move, and yet I’m not terribly uncomfortable.” She gazed down at her breasts, so dramatically framed by the chest harness. This was something she could get used to. She looked up at David.
"OK, what’s next?"
"Well, first we do a little more rigging around your breasts, and then we put you into that hogtie," David said.
He walked behind her and looped rather short-looking length of rope into her chest ropes. He passed the free ends over her right shoulder, slid them under the rope band above her breasts, threaded them through her cleavage, looped them around the band below her breasts, pulled the m back up through her cleavage, passed them once again under the upper rope band, passed it over her shoulder and knotted it tightly in back.
Christine saw that the shoulder ropes acted much like the shoulder straps on a bra, lifting her trussed breasts even more.
"OK, Christine, time to hit the floor -- oops, bad choice of words," David teased. He cradled his right arm around her shoulders and, in one smooth motion, swept her off her feet and carried her to the center of the bamboo mat. "Stand here," he said as he set her down. "And as I support your upper body, relax your legs and let me lower you to the floor."
She did so, and in a moment found herself seated on the floor. She felt his hands slide to her upper back. "Now lie back," he said. "And once you're flat on the floor, I'll turn you onto your tummy."
Prone on the floor, Christine tested her ropes again. She found that even the slightest movements activated the crotch rope, driving her into an even more intense state of arousal. “Oh, wow... I’ve never been tied this tightly before. I expected it to hurt much more than it does. I’m actually liking it. Thank you."
"You're welcome. And now it's time for you to go silent."
He reached into yet another gym bag and pulled out what looked like a hopeless tangle of steel rings, leather straps and buckles. At the center of the tangle gleamed a shiny bright red ball.
"Open wide."
David popped the ball past her teeth and, hauling on the main strap, seated the ball so far between her jaws that she felt the corners of her mouth being pulled back. The strap felt impossibly tight, and even more so after he strained to seat the buckle's tongue in the very last possible hole. From there, he moved to the side straps, adjusting them until they were snug, before buckling the chin strap tightly under her jawline.
"And now -- the hogtie," he said.
He attached another rope to the D-ring atop the harness gag and, for the time being, allowed the ends to fall free. He looped another rope around the cinches on her ankle bonds, passed the ends under the "halter" ropes at the back of her neck, and drew her ankles toward her backside.
"Gonna give you a little assist now," he said, sliding his leg under her bound thighs. She groaned as her back arched more severely than she thought it ever could. Working quickly, he pulled even more slack out of the hogtie rope and knotted it off between her ankles.
"Last rope," he said, grabbing the ends of the rope attached to the harness gag. This rope, too, got passed between her ankles, and when he pulled the slack out of it, Christine felt her head being drawn backward as far as it could go. David knotted the rope off and knelt to admire his handiwork. Placing a hand on Christine's shoulder, he rocked her arched body back and forth a couple of times.
"Still comfy?"
Christine couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She didn't know how to tell him anything. The tie had suddenly become uncomfortable, but it wasn’t too severe for her to handle -- at least for a few more minutes. Every time David rocked her, the crotch rope sent what felt like electric charges through her loins. The gag turned her guttural moans to muffled “mmmphs.”
David returned to the table, grabbed one of his Nikons and began blazing away.
"Twist and squirm," he ordered, as he shifted up and down and side to side to capture every exquisite angle of Christine's gyrations, if one could call almost imperceptible movements "gyrations." Like any good photographer, he watched his model’s eyes, both for expression and for those moments when the crotch ropes worked their special magic.
Pausing briefly, he rolled Christine onto her side and snapped several more exposures. He zoomed in tight, capturing details in the rope work, the trickles of saliva starting at the corners of her mouth and the beads of sweat forming on her brow. In less than 10 minutes he was done.
"If you're hurting too badly, I can cut you out," he offered. "Grunt once if you need me to cut the ropes, twice if you'd prefer to be untied."
“Mmp. Mmp.” She’d handled it for this long, so a little longer wouldn’t hurt. “Well, at least it won’t hurt too terribly much,” she thought. As David moved to her side, he stirred the air a bit. Christine felt a sudden coolness at her crotch. Had a hogtie and a crotch rope really gotten her that wet?
"You're a tough one, aren't you?" he chuckled as he unfastened the rope between the gag and her ankles. Reaching forward, he unbuckled the gag’s main strap and pulled the ball from her mouth.
"So, how are you feeling about bondage modelling right now?" he asked.
She smiled and looked up at him. “That was intense and a little painful. I’m not used to being bent like that, but I’m not going to be a weenie about it. Overall, I liked it.”
She moved her head around, trying to relax her neck muscles. "What are you going to want me to wear next?"
"One thing at a time. Let's get you out of these ropes first."
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OldTUGger on Sun Mar 23, 2014 7:40 am, edited 1 time in total.