A Proper Rope Job · Part 1 (1/2)
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Paula finds herself a willing victim to another of Jane’s impossible challenges. Hogtied severely and challenged to escape which ultimately would leave Jane as Paula’s own slave for one month for every rope that Paula can remove. Can Paula possibly escape to win her prize.
Jane had found me spread-eagled chained in self bondage to my hallway wall. A magic wand vibrator was torturing my fanny, wringing out an uncountable amount of orgasms. I was a shaking sweaty mess and sore from the constant vibrations, but unable to resist the urge to come over and over again. Jane proposed we take turns tying each other up. That night I had my first girl/girl sexual experience.
Somehow or other we eventually moved in together and bar one massive blip in our relationship. I spent such a lot of time at work one year I neglected our relationship and we grew apart. That was one of the most unpleasant times of my life. Jane left me after I exploded and said some really hurtful things to her. She was no innocent either, and the mud flew back and we laid into each other verbally.
I cried for a week. Then I met Charlotte who helped repair our relationship and the three of us became friends.
Again I took for granted the relationship, and Charlotte ended up seeing Jane. Jane asked me first before she said yes as she didn't want to ruin things a second time. I knew Jane really liked Charlotte. I spent another week crying to get over that, but said I can't keep them from being happy. Charlotte spent six months with Jane and they talked about kids which Charlotte really wanted at the time. Jane wanted to hold off, and they split up after a massive row. Charlotte quickly marriedsome guy she had known for ages who had a crush on her and they now have a young daughter. Jane thought Charlotte was cheating on her towards the end, but I couldn't confirm or deny that. It was my turn to be Jane's shoulder to cry on. It was a few months after the Brussels Eurostar trip. (see Brussels Weekend)
We drank some wine. Well Jane knocked back most of the bottle, while I listened and said the right things and passed the Kleenex tissues. To my surprise Jane started kissing my neck in the same familiar way, and I reacted in the same way I always did with her, and almost melted at her touch. I would like to say one thing lead to another but it didn't. I told Jane I wasn't going to be a rebound fuck. Embarrassed she staggered to the door to drive home. I took the car keys and told her the couch was hers for the night and threw her a pillow and a blanket. She cried herself to sleep that night in a drunken wailing mess, moaning all her friends hated her, while I laid awake most of the night in turmoil as I never got over losing Jane.
I slipped into her shower the next morning as I craved her touch. We kissed but I wouldn't make love to her. We needed to start from scratch and rebuild our trust again. We actually started to date again. Going out to a cinema, or a restaurant on a whim. It was at a night club when we were dancing and the slow music came on she did a slow gyration and turned and thrust her bum into my crotch rubbing herself up and down my body, her back teasing my breasts making my nipples hard against the flimsy top I wore. I stood in the middle of the dance floor and snogged her face off, oblivious to all the guys leering and cat calling.
Jane called after them that if they kissed like I did they would be going home with her for sex and blow jobs rather than me, as she took my hand and dragged me off to the nearest Taxi cab home. That was a memorable night for the both of us. We have been partners ever since.
Jane also threw herself back into some bondage with me like we had never been apart. She wanted to try everything, and the stuff she enjoyed she wanted to experience over and over. Trawling the internet together we picked what we liked and didn't like and gave it all a shot. As a result I was spending less time in self bondage, and more time as Jane's bound and gagged fuck toy. And we both liked to fuck.
Bondage sex was different to our love making, and we did a lot of that too. There was an animal urge to be rough and fuck each other’s brains out. An urge to make each other come and come again no matter how much pleading that you couldn't take anymore sexual pleasure.
Ropes became tighter, ties more strict and gags; well let’s say that the pleading couldn't be heard with a two and a half inch Ballgag wedged behind your teeth. Clover clamps were purchased and used to counter the many orgasms. Being pushed face down over a table or the edge of a bed while being fucked hard by a strap-on cock with the weight of your body pressing down on the clamps on your tits, distracts you momentarily. The chain of the clamps, left swinging as you are vigorously butt fucked, making you forget your orgasm as the clamps are quickly released as you start to come. Intense isn't the right word to describe this but is the only word I can say to convey what I felt.
I just don't know what it is about rope bondage. It makes me shiver in anticipation. The urge just to be tied up.
Sometimes I like to just be tied hand and feet and gagged and be left alone to try to escape. Sometimes, when Jane is in a wicked mood though, she excels herself. As her willing victim I go along with the tie as it evolves.
Jane sat behind me and coiled ropes around my wrists cinching the slack and pinning my palms together. Then she knelt and crossed my ankles and repeated the tie, cinching my ankles snuggly together too. Jane had already tied the chest harness. The rope looped passed over my bare shoulders and under my arms which she used to bind my elbows snugly together.
She told me perhaps I should endure some elbow training. I grimaced when she tried to force my elbows together. I know I am not that flexible, but Jane eased off so there were six inches between the gap, which was a little more endurable. Then the rope harness itself. Rope coils around my naked body, above and below my breasts which she seemed to be squeezing together so my tits bulged out between the rope. She stroked my nipples with her hand and they became erect instantly. I shuddered with excitement. I had butterfly’s in my lower stomach and could feel the excitement building between my thighs.
I leant in to kiss Jane on the lips. She stroked my hair and her fingers toyed with my ears and I murmured in pleasure as her tongue probed my mouth. I responded, flicking my own tongue against hers. Her free hand went to stoke at my breasts again. I so wanted her to touch me down there, but she didn't.
"Stand up Honey. I want to add a crotch rope." Gingerly I stood, minding my crossed ankles. Naked, I stood before my beautiful tormenter. Jane looped a rope around my waist and pulled the rope through from the back, through my legs and up. The rope caressed my ass and before I knew it, Jane had pulled it up as tight as she could. I squealed. The braids of the rope were sawing into my vulnerable pussy. "That will teach you to be too eager for my caresses." She said to me matter-of-factly.
I looked down with a grimace. I used my fingers to pull at the rope parting my ass and the rope slipped a little from Jane's hand. "So you are trying to resist me huh. I know you love getting tied up. And yet you always try to wriggle free."
I nodded. "It's a game I've always played since childhood." I looked down at her. "Getting tied up and then struggling to be free. I can’t change that."
"Well sorry Honey, I don't want you to be free any time soon. I am going to do a proper rope job on you this time."
As she said it I could feel the heat rise in my pussy. Jane was going to subject me to something she had seen on the internet. I was pretty sure of that. Of late, Jane and I had slowly reversed our roles. At first I was the Domme to her.
Jane fed the rope back through my legs and then she pressed my hands down against my back. The rope was passed between my wrists and again once more before she passed it through my ass cheeks and back to the front. A knot was tied at the bottom of my pussy and I was wondering why Jane had placed it so low when I felt the yank again. My hands were pulled down as the knot rasped up through the lips of my vulva and up onto my clit. Jane put the rope under the waist rope and tied an unyielding knot. Every movement of my hands pulled on the knotted rope.
"Oh God. Jane that's so tight." I gasped.
"Keep complaining and I'll make sure it's pulled tighter!"
I couldn't imagine the rope any tighter than it was. My hands felt welded to the small of my back.
"Okay Honey. Kneel down." I gingerly and slowly lowered myself onto the carpet on my knees. Jane held her hands out to guide me, but I was convinced it was more to feel my breasts again. This time she pinched the nipples and pulled them tight. I yelped in shock.
"So you like to struggle and escape, huh. If you can remove a rope, then I will be your willing slave for a month. Every other rope you take off will add an extra month to my sentence. You can order me to clean the house, or tie me and use me and abuse me. If you order me to sleep in the garage or the shed I will because I will be your slave to do with as you will. Other than when I am at work, I will do whatever you command. So if you can free yourself, I will be your slave for the best part of a year. You get to take as long as you want to get free. All you need to do is hum a tune and I will untie you, but you will lose."
"Well I am already pretty tightly tied up. What's my forfeit?" I asked stupidly.
Jane laughed. "Well I hadn't planned on anything from my point of view. Watching you squirm would have been enough for me. But if you insist on paying a forfeit." Jane thought for a moment.
"I haven't finished tying you up yet. But if you want a forfeit so badly then it will have to be Elbow Training. Are you okay with that Paula? You will spend an hour every evening for as long as it takes with your elbows bound until we get them to touch behind your back."
Well this just added to my excitement. I always loved the pretty models with their elbows lashed tightly together. I knew this challenge would allow me to enjoy something similar.
"I accept, as long as you participate too. I would love to be able to tie and tease you with your elbows tied too."
"I accept. You know Honey; I am hoping that you lose just for that. Now you aren't just going to sit there and do nothing. If you don't try to make a proper escape I will add nipple clamps as well as spank you."
Her voice hardened as she said the last part. I knew I had to really try hard to get free. When Jane said she was going to do something she always did it.
Jane picked a rope up of the floor and started to loop it around my waist. I could feel the rope press my forearms into my back. Then she started cinching my arms into the small of my back. I was shocked. Jane wasn't going to give me a fair chance. I couldn't twist my arms at all now, and I said so.
"I did say I was going to do a proper rope job on you Honey. Now sit down on the floor."
I moved my legs sitting on my bottom, trying not to move my hands too much as I could feel the rope sawing at my vulva. Jane sat in front of me with more rope pulling the tops of my thighs together winding the rope several times around them before pushing the rope through the tops of my thighs to cinch them tightly together. As her fingers pushed the rope through my legs, her wrist brushed my fanny and crotch rope and I shuddered, wanting to climax but just not teased enough yet to do so.
The next part of my body to face Jane's rope coils were my knees which she tied snug. She tied above and below the knee making sure I was able to bend them. There is a tendon on either side of the knee which ropes can press upon. Jane had made sure this wasn't the case. I looked at her. She was intent on tying me up so didn't notice my looking. She seemed happy and content with her work and it dawned on me that she had planned something for me. It wasn't going to be nice either from the little smirk I could see on her lips. Sitting on the couch and taking my ankles into her lap and she quickly tied another rope to my already bound ankles.
I was looking at her rope work. The rope was very neat and cinched well. All knots were on the front of my body, with any leftover rope tucked into the cinch bindings. I admired how neat Jane had tied me up. Then I felt her Scarlet painted nails tickled the soles of my feet. She showed me no mercy and I bucked and twisted as she continued the onslaught, keeping my ankles tucked under her arm so she could use both hands. I was laughing and giggling so much, swearing at her between breaths and pleading for her to stop and that if she carried on I would probably end up peeing myself.
A Proper Rope Job · Part 1 (1/2)
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