## The Muse Submits

Post by Mr Underheel » Sun Mar 22, 2015 6:51 pm

"Intriguing!" said Jane. She had been listening to Hector's thoughts about the world for over an hour. He was deep and complex and was open to listening to her thoughts. She appreciated that very much since most of the Greek men that she knew were more "pontificators" who wouldn't give her ideas the time of day.
She was a Muse. A daughter of Zeus, and therefore she was immortal and she was very powerful. And yet this mere mortal had captured her attention like no being ever had. It was a weakness of hers, perhaps the weakness that caused her to disappear from the annuls of Greek mythology. It was a weakness that would one day cause her father to disown her and to place her in the sky as the constellation Seruitute, a result of her interactions with this puny mortal, Hector.
"It is my theory that powerful women such as you, Jane, have a secret desire to be controlled from time to time by their lessors. Sometimes by someone like me. The pressures of their daily lives, the responsibilities of being born a goddess, can make some women yearn for the release that can come with the ceding of their power, but only for a time. Is this something that you have ever contemplated, Jane, oh powerful one?"
"I hadn't, dear Hector, until your words caused me to do so. Although, the more I do reflect on the concept, there is something that seems to be awakening within me. A feeling that I have never experienced before. Somehow, I feel compelled to explore your concepts. What would you suggest, sir?"
Hector loosened the braided cotton belt that held close his tunic. "Jane, if you would, please lend me your belt as well, would you?" Haltingly, slowly, deliberately, Jane loosened the white cord that held closed her own flowing robe. She felt the cool breeze that was blowing off of the Adriatic Sea find its way inside her clothing, chilling the flesh that it found beneath.
He thanked her for her offering and then stood in front of her with the two lengths of cordage that he held. "Do you trust me, my goddess? Know that if you allow this, I will immediately release you, if that is what you desire. However, until you command it, I would propose that you submit to this bondage until the sun sets tomorrow. At the risk of my own life, I pledge to your your safety. What say you?"
The Muse trusted the mortal and craved to experience this thing that he proposed. "Yes, sir Hector. How do we begin?"
He smiled and moved behind her. "Place your wrists behind your back, please, and clasp your palms together." She obeyed him without hesitation. As she felt the belts against her flesh for the first time she could already begin to appreciate the truth of his conceptualization. The thickness of the bindings made it unnecessary for him wrap the cords around her arms more than once though the cinching of the tie caused the effect of the tie to be completely inescapable for her.
Jane felt a throbbing throughout her body as she found herself partially in his control and already she began to year for more. "Hector, how do you propose to utilize the second belt?"
Hector smiled as he bent down to her sandaled feet.

### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by MissTieMeUp » Mon Mar 23, 2015 5:53 am

You've definitely captured my attention and I can't wait to see what Hector has in store for Jane. I must say all the location details and emotions are very desriptive and thank you for including them, makes it so enjoyable to read Can't wait to see what the next hours hold for your bondage muse
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### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by Mr Underheel » Wed Mar 25, 2015 2:11 pm

"This belt is very short, my love, because your waist is so small. I will be limited by that but I promise you will not be disappointed." He wrapped the belt around her dainty ankle just once at the very center of the length of it and tied only a single hitch to secure it. Each remaining end was of equal length.
He gazed at her legs and marveled at their perfection. Why should he be surprised, he thought, that her legs were perfect? She WAS a goddess after all. Zeus' daughter would of course be perfectly proportioned in every way. Her thighs were magnificent. Her ass was like none he had ever seen. Her waist was narrow. Her breasts could not be more ideally suited to the rest of her body, neither too large nor too small. Her complexion was flawless. Her hair a flowing mane of gold. Her face rivaled that of Aphrodite. He would never say that aloud however. It was not many years prior that something similar was said of Helen. And such a statement launched a thousand ships.
Standing, he gave a gentle pull to the lines in his hand. "Please raise your foot behind you, dearest Jane. Higher. A big higher. Yes." And as her heel grazed the back of her thigh, he wrapped the rope around the front of it and tied it right there. "I am afraid, my sweet, that you have use of only one of your legs!"
"That is glaringly apparent, my Hector! And I am losing my balance! Help me!" Hector was right there to steady her.
"The sand, the slope of the beach, and this slight handicap...You will need to lean on me, Jane, if you would." She rested her head against his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I have some more cords stowed away in that rocky crag down the beach. See it there? I will help you there and then, perhaps, if you are still willing, I can add further restrict your movements. Shall we?"
Jane leaned hard against him as he supported her. "You mean I should hop? One one leg? All the way there? The rocks must be a half mile away! Surely I will be exhausted before we reach it." But "hop" she did, if only for a short distance, and then she could no longer continue.
"Then I will carry you, Jane." Hector scooped her up in his arms with her bound leg nearest him and carried her like a baby down the beach. That odd feeling was welling in her again, the one that found her helplessness, her dependence upon this mortal to be somehow physically thrilling. She had not been carried like this since her mother Hera--no, was that her mother's name? She was never quite sure since Zeus had fathered 10 girls with 10 women simultaneously--had born her in her own arms. Was Jane becoming a baby once again? Decidedly not! She could end this with a word. And yet, she was wholly unwilling to do so.
Hector was also quickly finding himself flagging under these conditions. His arms were stout and able, but the distance was great under this burden. He set her free foot back on the sand.
"Jane, I will still carry you, but in a different manner." He crouched and put his shoulder near her waist and he wrapped both arms around her buttocks. With little effort he lifted her and she bent over his shoulder like a long and delicate willow bough. With her thus secured he continued down the beach.
He thought her oddly quiet as he made his way nearer the crag. He could not see her face to note how this was affecting her. His shoulder was placed nicely on her pelvis and her sex was being massaged surreptitiously by his flexing pectoral. Her breasts were lifted up--or, actually were being pulled down--by gravity and were rubbing vigorously against his back.
Never had she felt herself become so sexually aroused before, even by the most skilled of lovers. She could feel herself reaching climax...yes...yes...nearly...nearly...a little more...
And without notice of any kind, Hector stopped and laid her gently on the sand. "We're at the crag! I hope that wasn't too uncomfortable for you, dearest."
"Uhhhh...uuuhhh....no...carry me further...please..." Hector grinned widely at his goddess.
"Perhaps in a while. Here is my treasure trove! See? The possibilities are now endless!" He removed a rock that covered the opening to a small enclave and pulled out coiled rope upon coiled rope. He smiled at her as he displayed his cache.
Jane's jaw dropped a bit as she saw all of the hidden items. "Wha...are you really going to...is all that for ME???"
Hector's eyes sparkled.

### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by MissTieMeUp » Thu Mar 26, 2015 8:10 pm

All? Oh dear what has Hector hidden by the beach and what does he have in store for his eager bondage muse? And bondage by the beach? sounds pretty cool. Can't wait to see what you have in store! As always love the details, esp how Jane is described and how she's treated and of course turned on
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### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by Mr Underheel » Fri Mar 27, 2015 1:49 pm

He sat Jane up in the sand with her free leg stretched in front of her. The frog-tied leg pressed into her breast. Hector softly stroked her shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Now, we should go beyond depriving you of only movement. Your enjoyment will be further enhanced if one of your senses is also reduced."
With that, he uncoiled one of the ropes and, while kneeling behind her, he draped it across her lap. Slowly, slowly he raised it up her torso and allowed it to gently caress her body through her tunic. It caught for a moment both beneath her breasts and at her engorged nipples before it slid up her bare neck. She breathed quickly and deeply as it then tickled her lips on its way by.
Finally, it settled on the bridge of her nose just below her eye lids. Hector then wrapped it about her head, layer upon layer. After three turns it was to the middle of her eyes. "You should close them, love", Hector recommended. Jane complied without hesitation. In moments the rope had encircled her head thrice more and deprived her of nearly all of her ability to see. The man knotted the ends of the rope gently behind her head.
Her chest heaved as she came to understand what he had told her. Yes, this change in her circumstance did indeed excite her! Her lips moved silently, forming the same word over and over again: "More. More. More."
Hector untied her bound leg. "Now that I am better equipped, we must see to this situation." Her legs were not free for long. The next cord connected to the ankle that had previously been her only available limb. Now he bent that knee so that her foot was behind the opposite thigh, her legs forming a lovely triangle, and he lashed it in place securely.
He rolled her onto her side and untied her wrists, again only for a moment. There was no struggle, no attempt by Jane to escape, no desire on her part to run away from him. With the rope now tied around her wrist, Hector bent the arm behind her back until her elbow formed a Right angle and the wrist was peeking out on the opposite side of her back. He passed the rope across her tummy and then wrapped it around the bicep of that same arm. The rope then made its way back across her tummy, returning to the bound wrist. And he continued this process until the rope traversed her body four times and her single arm was secured behind her.
"You might wonder what will now happen with this free arm and with this ankle here, the lonely ankle that is covered with sand." He dusted it off and then bound that wrist. That rope found its way then down to the ankle. Hector pulled it toward her wrist and threaded the rope around it. Closer and closer came the two limbs until a mere twelve inches separated them.
Hector explained, "If I had tied your wrists together, then your ankles together, and then if I pulled them close in this way, ones knowledgeable in such things would describe the predicament as a 'hogtie'. In this case, since only one arm and one leg are in this condition, we shall call it a 'half-hog'. I find you to be incredibly beautiful in this position and in this situation, my love Jane. How do you find it?"
Jane could not force words out of her throat. She lay there helplessly in the sand barely able to move a muscle, unable to see more than shadows, bombarded by sensations previously unknown and a kind of arousal that seemed impossible. Between her position there in the sand and the freshening breeze, her tunic was now exposing her womanhood which was aching for his direct attention. He couldn't help but notice, could he? And yet...
"Would a true gentleman take advantage of a damsel in such distress? It seems that this will be a test for both of us. Can you deal with the bondage? And can I control my urges and remain honorable? I am unsure."
Jane could sense a new warmth between her legs. There was not touch, no pressure, but a definite increase in temperature from some outside source. " Is it his hand? His he going to touch me?" she wondered.
Indeed, it was his hand hovering millimeters from her slit.
Again she mouthed silent words, "Do it. Do it."

### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by MissTieMeUp » Fri Mar 27, 2015 9:04 pm

I think she's wondering is she hot or is it the sand? Oh she knows but what a master of the ropes. What happens next??
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### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by Mr Underheel » Sat Mar 28, 2015 6:08 am

Jane lay there considering her situation: she was on her side there in the sand. Her left arm was bent behind her back, her elbow at a 90 degree angle; the rope around her left wrist connected it to her left elbow with the rope crossing her tummy four times.
Her right wrist was hogtied to her left ankle, not a strict hogtie but one that certainly restricted her movements.
Her right ankle was tied to her left leg with a rope that wrapped around her thigh just above her left knee. Again, Hector had left a bit of room between the two. While she could move her legs they were certainly not usable, bound as they were.
Hector hovered his lips now just above hers. Did he dare kiss her? He felt her breath on his nose and he leaned in even more closely, drinking in the aroma of her perfumed hair and skin. But she was a Muse! Zues might turn him into a minotaur! He shuddered.
Just then, though, Jane lifted her head to meet his and SHE kissed HIM! And he kissed her back instinctively for a moment but the he recoiled, horrified at what his fate might be.
Jane smiled at him in pleasure and contentment.
"Do your worst, sir Hector. Fear not."

### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by MissTieMeUp » Sat Mar 28, 2015 7:25 pm

Ah yes dear Hector fear not. hmm worst? as always Jane is intrigued to know how her exciting new journey will continue.
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### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by Mr Underheel » Sat Apr 04, 2015 12:20 pm

"Fear?" The concept hadn't crossed his mind until that very moment. If she hadn't broached the subject it may never had been a factor. Now it consumed him; "Fear".
He had tied up a daughter of Zeus. A goddess. And now she had kissed him! Was Zeus watching them, watching all of this? If not, would he see them? If he did, would he be struck by a thunderbolt and fall over, dead on the spot?
It might not be of much help if he was discovered, but he felt far too vulnerable here on the beach. He gathered up as many ropes and implements as he could and he tucked them in a large pocket in his tunic. Then he scooped up the bound goddess and carried her toward the sea.
"Just off shore, about fifty yards out, there is a large rock outcropping and in those rocks there is a cave. The floor of the cave is lovely soft sand. I will feel MUCH safer if we are there, out of sight."
"As you wish, darling! I am yours, tied, helpless, and loving it! Take me there!"
She could hear his feet swishing through the water and waves as he moved toward the relative safety of the cave. In a moment she could feel the water herself as it grew deeper.
"Don't worry my dear Jane. We will be a bit wet but I can easily walk the distance and there is no danger to you."
She trusted him, but the water continued to rise. It now covered her legs and was past her waist and was nearing her chin. It was chilly, cooler than she had anticipated. Or could it be the heat of her own bound body that made it seem so? The reason was not important. As her breasts and nipples were wetted she could feel blood surging through them. Her breaths came quick and shallow.
Then she could feel the bottom rising and the waters fell away. She could hear his footsteps echo now off of stone walls. Then he lay her on the cool sand floor.
He said not a word but went straight to his work. The first rope fell between her teeth and wrapped around her head in a method similar to the cords that blinded her eyes. Six times the lines circled her between her lips and pulled back her cheeks. He bent over her and kissed her through this rope gag. "Let Zeus do as he will. I shall not forget this day."
Then he freed her harms and hands, but only for a moment. He re-tied them behind her back with her hands palm to palm. The long end of that rope was then threaded between her legs and then he tied it around her waist. She felt the rope penetrate her in a way that she had never before experienced. A moan escaped her lips. She heard it as it echo off of the wall but she did not realize at first that it was her own voice or even that she had made a sound.
Now Hector took the longest rope that he had brought and tied it around her abdomen, just below her breasts. It encircled not only her thorax but her arms as well. He wrapped it slowly and sensuously and it climbed up her body with each turn. Soon it was at the bottom of her tits. Then it covered her nipples. Now her entire bosom was trapped inside a cocoon of rope. Each breath tightened the bindings around her. Each breath seemed to pull rope higher into her slit. She began to struggle against all of the cords that held her fast as she felt her passion once again rising.
What was that on her legs? She could feel something softly stroking her thighs from her knees to her crotch. The sensation approached her sex but, just before the distance closed entirely it ended and then began again in another place.
It was Hector's fingers. He looked down on her with ravenous eyes as she writhed against the ropes with which he had ensnared her. Here she was, helpless and his for the taking. She had given herself to him, he thought, and so she must want him to take her. That was correct, wasn't it? He wanted her. He was certain that she wanted him, and yet, he hesitated. Why?
She must say it. She must tell him explicitly that she wanted him to touch her there. She must be clear that she wanted him to do that and more. He held himself back.
Yes, he was bold enough to tie her and yet he was gentleman enough that he would not further violate her without her express permission. Was now that time?
If he were to ask her permission he must remove the gag. Did he want to do that?
And if he were to penetrate her he would have to remove the crotch rope. Did he want THAT?
He continued to stroke her thighs as he contemplated his situation and her vulnerability.

### Re: The Muse Submits

Post by MissTieMeUp » Tue Apr 07, 2015 5:57 am

Ohh it's def warm in that cave now. So bound and gagged and helpless *sigh* hmm I think she might enjoy the sensations a bit longer. They are just too delicious.
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