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Author's Note: This is another telling of a real-life encounter. Everything here was not only consensual, but greatly pleasurable for both parties. A few (very few) embellishments have been added just for the flow, but in essence this is what happened.
Maybe if I pull sideways ... like this ... OUCH!
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"MMMph!"
For the past several minutes she'd been experimenting with small movements that seemed to promise a path to release. So far none had proven to be at all effective, unless you consider -increasing- her discomfort an effective result. Which, apparently, someone most certainly did.
While her position was in itself quite comfortable, her limbs and muscles were placed to the extreme end of their limits. Any attempts that she made to wiggle or move caused that fractional bit of additional strain, which turned the pleasant tension of the tie into a burning pain. Even wiggling her fingers caused the tendons in her forearms to pull just enough that keeping still was a better option.
Who knew simply being tied to a chair could be so ... limiting?! It all started with a lovely body harness -- a series of crossing diamonds that wrapped her body in a snug embrace from neck to hips. She had stood docilely as he applied the long piece of rope, carefully wrapping and knotting to fit her curves. Each tug tightening the most recent wrap settled her further and further into the blissful, secure world of rope.
Once the harness was complete, her arms were placed behind her back, forearms laid against each other, and tied in that position. Rope wrapped around her biceps prevented her from pulling sideways, and the coils around her wrists and forearms were tight enough to prevent much wiggling. She grasped each elbow with the opposite hand, but only as an occupation for her fingers -- neither arm was going anywhere.
The body harness was then used as an anchor point for a second length of rope to attach the arm tie to her body; a series of wraps cinching the packaged limbs -up- and tight against her back.
Yum!
He guided her to the chair that had been placed in the center of the room. It was a basic chair ... wide seat, straight back with decorative, open carving, and no arms. She sat and scooted herself back as far as the bundle of arms on her back would allow.
A short end of rope was utilized to tightly affix her upper body to the chair via the arm bundle and body harness. Although she was pressed backward, there wasn't any undue strain on her arms.
Each thigh was then adorned with a wide band of rope coils tied off into a cuff. He was careful to place the rope so that it laid across the very tops of each black, seamed stocking, just below where the garters attached. Each trailing end of rope was then pulled back to the rear seat back junction of the chair and, when he was satisfied that her legs were spread as far as they would go, tied off securely. In doing so her hips were pulled even further back against the seatback, causing her to arch her back around the lump of her arms. While still not uncomfortable, this did add a bit of stress to the position. Not to mention the mental discomfort of having her pantied pussy so open and vulnerable!
As each strand of rope was wrapped around her body and her control gradually was taken so completely from her, she could feel the submissive side of her rise to the surface, and the tough-girl, smart-ass side sinking deeper. It was a transformation that in the vanilla world she would refuse to admit to, but one that she deeply craved!
As she concentrated on the feeling of secure immobility already imposed by the rope and chair, more delicious hemp was coiled around her ankles and instep, securely holding her 5-inch heels onto her feet. The ankle coils were worked into cuffs and, as was the obvious choice, the loose end used to pull her feet backward. Holding her feet up against the rear legs of the chair, he tied them so that the toe of each shoe just - barely- touched the floor.
At this point in the sequence of events she began to feel that welcome twinge of fear. There wasn't much left that she could do. She could wiggle her shoulders, but that pulled uncomfortably on her arms. She could press her thighs against the ropes, but that only served to dig the rope cuffs further into the flesh -- her legs had almost no movement available to them. Tugging against the rope that bound her feet to the rear legs of the chair only caused a sharp pain where the rope (otherwise painlessly) squeezed against her anklebones.
She wasn't going anywhere! He could do anything to her and there was not a thing she would be able to do about it!
And to top things off, he had forced a large rubber ball far back into her mouth and cinched it in place with the tight leather strap buckled behind her head. Following this up with a snug, opaque, black spandex hood, he managed to force her to focus completely on her position and the soft sounds of his movements around her.
There was nothing like the tight application of a gag to complete her transition into submission. While making [unintelligible] noise was of course still possible, having that ball of rubber (or plug, or wad of cloth, or strip of tape) controlling her mouth sent a signal to her brain ... she wasn't allowed to speak! Not even that basic function was hers to control any longer.
She wiggled her fingers a tiny bit just to make sure nothing was being pinched or dangerously squeezed. Toes next ... no problems, everything was still good. His skill at judging the tension and placement of the ropes amazed her! That and her own tolerance to the often-awkward positions imposed by rope bondage combined to promise some great endurance scenes.
A disquieting sound jolted her out of her self-assessment, causing her to straighten in the chair (well, at least her body went a slight bit more rigid). The unmistakable snap of a thin latex glove being settled into place was the foreboding of the torture that was to come!
Sure enough, a moment later she felt her panties pulled harshly to one side and the cool, impersonal touch of a rubber-covered hand stroke her smooth-shaven pussy. One finger trailed from the center of her abdomen slowly down toward her open pussy. It paused as it arrived at the apex of her slit, then dragged over the small mound and settled into the moist, pink gap. She felt it move downward to her waiting hole. She struggled futilely to close her legs, but with ridiculously little result.
The finger rotated, she imagined his palm now facing up, and the finger plunged into her! She gasped, her whole body clenching inwards and pulling against the ropes holding her to the chair. She squealed as he pistoned his finger in and out of her cunt, then paused to roughly massage the inside of her passage.
She knew better than to give into the overwhelming need to cum, and screamed and struggled against the ropes as she fought to not let herself climax. It was indeed quite pleasurable, yet because this had been a favorite method of torment in a very recent scene, she was already somewhat bruised and very tender. Her squeals were as much in response to the urgent need to cum as they were to the pain that was quickly growing as he continued to rape her with is hand.
She could imagine his face, intent on working her pussy, but grinning at the conflict she was so obviously struggling to overcome.
Finally, again thrusting now two fingers in and out of her in a maddening rhythm, he murmured 'come', so softly that had she not known to listen for his permission she surely would have missed it.
Not wanting to disappoint him (and honestly unable to prevent it any longer anyway!), she came with a fierceness that made her stiffen and tremble, her breathing arrested as her body gave everything to the ecstasy in her pussy.
As she gradually relaxed, he slipped his fingers from her wet pussy, dragging them along her thigh as he pulled them away. The hood was jerked from her head and his fingers traced a line between her nose and upper lip, leaving a trail of her juices where she couldn't escape them.
"You are such a dirty slut," he said, "aren't you?"
This was part of the game. His verbal humiliation along with his physical treatment was a huge turn-on for her, and she knew that she couldn't be any sexier for him than when she was this humble submissive wench.
"Mmmhmmmm" she murmured through the gag, nodding her head, eyes closed in the welcome shame of the scene.
Reaching behind her head with his ungloved hand, he quickly unfastened the buckle that was securing the huge ball in her mouth. Once the strap was undone, he worked the gag out from behind her teeth. She slurped as it was pulled from her mouth, trying to keep from drooling onto her chest. She moved her jaw from side to side, stretching and loosening the aching joint. She wasn't given much respite, however, as a second later two fingers of his gloved hand were forced into her mouth, wiping her juices on her tongue, and pushing far back into her mouth, now her throat, making her gag! He fucked her mouth with his fingers for a few moments, making her taste herself and fight against gagging on his rubber-covered hand.
Then the hand was gone from her mouth, and the glove was pulled off and tossed into the nearby waste can. He stepped up onto the chair, bracing himself against an adjacent wall, and pressed his stiff cock against her lips. She immediately opened to accept him and embraced him with her warm tongue. This wasn't to be a gentle session of oral sex, however.
With his free hand he grasped a fist-full of her hair and shoved his cock deep into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged, surprised (and excited) by the brutal intrusion, but forced herself to relax and accept him completely.
He pumped into her mouth, sometimes pressing as deep as he could and temporarily cutting off her breathing completely. Controlling her head with the tight grasp on her hair, he fucked her face until just about to cum.
Suddenly he released her hair and pulled out of her mouth, leaving her panting for air. Stepping down off of the chair, he uncoiled another hank of rope and wrapped the doubled strand tightly around her head. The rope cleaved her mouth, pulling hard at the corners of her mouth. The free end was then threaded through one of the openings in the back of the chair and drawn rearward until her neck was bent back severely, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling! The wrap was cinched tighter and she suddenly found herself absolutely immobile!
There was a growing pain in her spine as she struggled with the arch the rope was forcing her into. She moaned, whimpering, fighting to lean back farther to ease the pull on the tender corners of her mouth and yet not lean back at all in order to reduce the burning ache in her spine. It was a deliciously conflicting position!
And to think, the lovely body harness and arm tie that started this whole session off had seemed so comfortable ... so secure ... so nice. But this is where they both wanted to be, where they knew (hoped) the scene would take them.
Satisfied with the severity of her position, he slapped her lightly across the face. His fingers worked past the rope cleaving her lips, pushing briefly into her mouth, then were gone.
A moment later his bare hands reached forward and grasped both of her ample breasts, squeezing and pulling on them delightfully. She moaned into the gag as her tender mounds were mashed and fondled for several minutes. She was facing up at the ceiling and could just barely see the pleasure on his face as he so casually molested her tits.
Abruptly he stopped and climbed back up onto the chair. Her neck was really in agony at this point, and she was loving every moment of it! At the bottom of her vision she saw him holding his cock and moving toward her face. He rubbed the tip back and forth along her lower lip. She struggled to force her tongue out past the tight ropes and lick his cock. Her attempts seemed feeble, but she knew that watching her pink tongue poking out pitifully from behind the rope made him happy.
After a short time he stepped down from the chair. He was once again out of her line of vision. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard that distinctive snap of a glove being slipped onto his hand.
Sure enough, her panties were roughly pulled aside once more and what felt to her like three fingers (although it was probably only one ... she was just so tender by this time!) were brutally thrust into her raw pussy again. This time the pleasure was nearly overwhelmed by the pain of his rough attack and the resentment her pussy was feeling at not being given adequate time to recover. She was protesting loudly through the rope gag, her body rigid in her struggles to escape the rope and his wonderfully brutal attack.
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It wasn't long before she couldn't take it anymore. Much to her own disappointment, she uttered the safe word that signaled that things needed to slow down.
Immediately he stopped and reached to untie the rope that held her head arched so severely backward. As it was released she gratefully allowed her head to bend forward, easing the pain in her back. He continued to unwrap the rope from her head, removing it completely. She licked tenderly at the raw corners of her mouth.
Her body slumped forward, eyes closed, exhausted from the severity of the past several minutes. As her body rested he continued to methodically remove the ropes that held her to the chair. Once she was no longer attached to the piece of furniture, she leaned forward, allowing him to untangle the organized chaos of rope that bound her arms into their helpless package.
Finally undone, the body harness the only thing remaining, he grasped her hair and, relatively gently, pulled her away from the chair and forced her into a kneeling position with her back against a wall.
He moved forward, close to her, holding his half-hard cock in his hand once again. She enthusiastically took it in her mouth, enjoying the feel of its semi-flaccid state. She worked her tongue around him, massaging and circling and squeezing until he was again fully hard and pressing against her urgently.
He took fistfuls of hair with both hands and proceeded to force himself into her mouth until she couldn't breath and again had to fight the unavoidable gagging.
Then, pulling halfway out and holding his cock at the base with his own hand, he leaned into her and finally came, letting her assist him with her tongue and catch his cum in her mouth. She gently lapped his cock, cleaning the last vestiges of cum from his shaft, until he pulled away.
He helped her to stand, then moved behind her and undid the knots on the body harness. Once it was all loosened, he left her to remove the ropes herself.
"Thanks," she said quietly.
"Thank you!" he replied as he reached for his shirt and slacks. He stepped into the bathroom and she heard water run as he cleaned up.
When he came out, dressed, she dropped the hank of rope that she was trying to untangle and walked to the door with him. He turned and gave her a soft hug, telling her he hoped she enjoyed the rest of her day, then opened the door and left.
She closed the door behind him, leaned her back against it and surveyed the room briefly. There was rope scattered everywhere. She decided that lunch would be a good idea, so leaving the mess for later and dressing (in long sleeves to hide the delicious rope marks), she left her hotel room and wandered down the street to find a place to sit, eat and reflect.
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