A Proper Rope Job · Part 2 (2/2)
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Jane dropped my feet onto the carpeted floor with a little bump. I could see the other piece of rope around my ankle now. There was a little loop of rope protruding. The rest of the rope lay in a little pile at the side. Then she rolled me onto my stomach with one little push. I was so restricted I could do nothing about it. Then I sensed her stand and she padded off to a side drawer of the coffee table. Out of it she pulled a set of straps. She padded back to kneel beside me again.
"I hope you like this Paula. I brought us a new toy to play with." She dangled the straps in front of my face and I looked up to see a leather paneled latex Ballgag in her hands. I looked at it puzzling how I was to wear it as it was a mass of straps.
"Is that what I think it is? No. You aren't getting me to wear that, surely." I mildly protested but Jane was having none of my protests. She pressed the leather paneled Ballgag against my lips and pressed. I opened my mouth in surrender.
"I am getting you to wear it Honey, and don't call me Shirley." I groaned at her Airplane film joke, while Jane was pulling the strap at the back of my neck tight. Then another strap went up over my head in an upside down Y shape as a metal ring sat above the bridge of my nose and the strap on the end of it was buckled in place. I could feel the pull of two more straps one each, behind my ears as the head harness was tightened up. Then two more straps were pulled crossing under my chin and buckled at the back of my neck. I felt Jane stick her finger in what must have been a D ring on the top of my head and wriggle my head from side to side.
The strap on the left side of my face stayed firm but I could feel the straps give a little on the right side of my face. Jane fiddled with all the buckles and I could feel my head becoming more constricted in the straps. Another wriggle and Jane was satisfied.
I wasn't happy though and I Mmmphed my protest as much as the ballgag would allow me to. But that only earned another buckle to be fiddled with and I felt the pull of the ball press further into my mouth as the leather muzzle pressed harder onto my lips. I squeaked, and shut up again in case Jane tightened it up further.
This was not looking good for me. I prayed Jane wasn't going to hog tie me directly onto the harness gag. I wasn't sure if my neck could stand the strain if she did.
"There. That's so much better than having to listen to any whining complaints from you. It does look beautiful on you though." Jane grinned. "Now where was I? Oh yes! I have to finish your hogtie."
Jane pushed me over again pressing me against the floor. The free end of extra rope she had tied at my ankles was brought up to my bum and she pulled my ankles up with it. I could feel her fidget around on the floor. I guessed she was moving to a comfortable position. How wrong was I? She brought my folded knees up between her thighs and she sat pressing on my shins with her ass.
I felt my knees bend further until my thighs and calves met. I grunted. Then I felt the rope pass under a previous rope that had been passed under my arms and around the back on my neck. Jane's fingers pressed the rope under and then pulled this back towards my feet again. I felt her fingers pass the rope between the little rope loop at my ankles. Jane tightened the rope and I knew I was in a strict hogtie as my fingers could feel the heels of my bare feet.
There was almost no chance of me being able to escape I thought. As I was thinking this I felt Jane yank the hogtie rope again. It was a viscous pull that raised my chest off the floor and I groaned in protestas my back arched up. Jane pulled the rope again and got another few inches and I grunted my displeasure at her. This was the strictest tie I had ever endured.
Now I understood why she had tied the little loop at my ankles. She was using it as a pulley, to lever my back arch, pulling my breasts up off the floor. It wasn't really painful but it was very uncomfortable. I squealed as Jane yanked the rope again but there wasn't any give this time and I felt her tying the rope tight. The rope never slipped and I was stuck in a strict back arch hogtie. Now I knew there would be no way to escape from this. Jane had really done "the Proper Rope Job" on me.
And yet, I was also very turned on.
As soon as Jane sat on my legs to make the hogtie stricter and tighter, I was aware escape was nigh on impossible. This feeling of helplessness and Jane's determination to rope me as tight as she had to prevent my struggles, just added to my yearning for sexual release. The crotchrope pulled so tight into my fanny and was making me wet. The helpless feelings of being unable to prevent Jane doing anything with my body was turning me on so much, that I needed to come.
Jane sat back a few feet admiring her rope work, looking at me. I looked over at her above the panel Ballgag in my mouth. The ball was already making me drool, which try as I might, I could not prevent. Little rivulets of drool wet my lips and had started to run down over my chin. They were now leaking under the gag and forming long dribbles of drool, dripping slowly onto the carpet in front of me.
I didn't notice at first but Jane had a couple of lengths of short cord left near her hands and she picked these up and started to toy with them as I looked at her.
"I only have these left, Honey. Now what could we do with them I wonder." Jane laughed at me in an evil way.
I was dreading this. In my mind Jane was already tying my breasts as tight as she could, turning them a nasty shade of purple. I shook my head a little and mmphed "UUH UUH" which I hoped she would understand that I didn't want or need any more rope on my body.
Jane sidled over to me and knelt beside me. Her hands started to stroke my taught body. That's when I felt the smack of her palm into my buttocks several times on each cheek.
I twisted my head around to shout over the ball in my mouth "AAY, OP ID." Trying to get Jane to stop it.
"Now that's what I should do with the last two pieces of cord."
I still didn't understand. Then I felt Jane pull on my hair stroking it, and teasing it out in bunches behind my ears.
Shit, shit, shit, I thought. Now I fully understood what was to happen. Jane had bunched my hair into two neat little braided pigtails and was tying the cord into each. Then she folded my hair in half on itself and lashed the braids tight leaving about a foot of cord left over.
"NOH… ONT OO ID… LEEZE… " I pleaded over the ball in my mouth which only made the drool flow faster down my chin.
I shook my head in protest but Jane was pulling at the cords drawing my head backwards so I could only look up at the ceiling. I could feel the skin on my throat tighten as my head was pulled back. Jane was tying the cord down onto my rope chest harness. There was nothing I could do to reach it.
Every rope caressing my body was tight. My legs were bent so far back my heels touched my butt, but I could not reach for the rope to release my ankles as my hands were bound attached to a pussy splitting crotchrope. My hands were also pulled and cinched into the small of my back.
With my back arched tight into the tight hogtie I could only groan in protest at my position. With my head pulled so far back stretching my neck I was having trouble with the drool building up behind the gag. The only thing I could do to relieve it was blow; to force it out of my mouth and down my chin. I was actually thinking I could end up drowning like this. I was in the tie for less than a minute or two, and my neck was aching horribly already. Scrambling at the ropes near my hands to try to find any knot was hopeless.
I tried to shake my body to release any of the ropes that held me, but that was useless too.
I was really stuck now in a tie that was impossible to escape from. I groaned as every movement I made was making my body ache. I tried to twist and pull my hands out of the rope holding them but this dug the rope further into my fanny, which was very uncomfortable yet added to my excitement at being fully trapped. I groaned and closed my eyes, ashamed at how thoroughly beaten by Jane I was.
I tried to get free but I knew I was beaten as soon as Jane pulled the hogtie so tight. Drool was now dripping onto my tits and I felt the warm drool cooling on my body as it run over them.
I started to grind my hips and pelvis into the carpet a fraction at a time. This pressed my clit down on the rope and I started to think erotic thoughts of a hero or heroine finding me as a bound damsel and releasing me; and then I make love to them in thanks. The more I pressed my hips the more real my fantasy seemed.
There was no hero now. A dastardly evil despot held me captive. I was pushed on my side as all the ropes pulled against my naked body. I felt the ropes move and scrape against my flesh. The tyrant’s hands caressed and toyed with my body. I felt hands rub and gently squeeze my tits before fingers and thumbs took each nipple and pulled, and then twisted, as I squealed a muffled protest from my gagged mouth. My eyes were shut fearing the worst from my assailant. The hands stroked my stomach and down to my pussy where they lingered and caressed the little strip of my pubic hair before the fingers twisted and pulled at the hair and I yelled a muffled protest. Then I felt the hand slowly and very lightly slap the rope directly over my clit and vulva lips. The soft rhythmical slaps teased the rope between them I gasped and the excitement built between my legs.
The slapping ceased and the stroking began again as a middle finger of a hand pressed between my legs and stroked over the rope pressing it into my clit. As the hand moved over my mound the other fingers started to press the skin of my vulva, squeezing it against the rope, which was turning me on so much I was panting. The hand stroked faster and became a little rougher and I started to groan as the orgasm built up inside me. Faster and faster the hand rubbed. I growled as the tyrant slowed the rubbing caress of my pussy. I wanted to come so badly. I shouted, pleading over the ball in my mouth.
"OHHES. OH HOD. ASSID, ESS. UCK ME ARD, LEEZE?"
The hand resumed its assault on my pussy and the other hand gently played with my nipples, and I screamed as such a powerful orgasm racked my body. The hand continued and I shuddered at the touch as I came again in short secession. I lay on my side, eyes closed, panting. The drool, flowing freely under the gag and over the carpet under me. I still couldn't move but I had the sexual release I needed.
I opened my eyes to see Jane leaning over me smiling. Then she rolled me back onto my stomach.
"I hope you enjoyed that Honey, I love seeing you orgasm when you are tied up. You drift off to a totally different place when you come like that. Now do you want to give up? I really can’t see how you can wriggle out of this."
"UH HUH" I mmmphed, over the latex ball in my mouth, in an affirmative noise.
I was beat. Intensely orgasmic as this tie had made me, I ached and I could only wriggle my fingers and my toes.
"Sorry Paula, I don't understand a word you said. You want to try to escape a bit longer? Okay. I'll be back in ten minutes or so to check on you. You have fun trying to get out."
I looked at Jane. She knew I had submitted and that I couldn't get free. The wicked cow grinned at me and slapped me hard on the ass as she got up.
"NO! ANE, LEEZE ET EE OH……. UMM ACK…….. ANE…… OO UCKIN ICH"
I yelled as hard as I could for her to come back but she had gone into the kitchen and I could hear crockery rattling as she was fixing herself a drink.
The next ten minutes lasted for what seemed like hours. My neck hurt tied back the way it was. I couldn't move my head more than millimeters and every time I did, I thought my pigtail braids were about to be ripped out of my skull. I was back to square one again as the drool welled up behind the latex bung in my mouth.
I had to blow drool out of my mouth yet again as it rapidly built up in my mouth. It flowed from under the gag and dripped long stringy drips onto the carpet in front of me. I was trying my best not to panic as the under chin straps of the panel gag were digging into the sides of my neck.
My breathing was shallow and I tried my best to breathe through my nose. The urge to swallow was immense, but every time I tried, I couldn't quite manage to do it with my neck forced back as it was. The ball in the mouth prevented any sort of muscle movement of the neck and mouth that would allow you to swallow; a normal every day thing one forgets about, but made almost impossible now.
Rage burned inside me. I was going to kill Jane when she freed me. But then again, she had given me plenty of chances to opt out. I now raged at my own longing to be severely bound and gagged with no escape. I was a prisoner to my own pent up sexual excitement as much as I was a prisoner of my lovely Jane. That was when I felt the heat and longing to orgasm rising once againin my loins.
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