Tales of the Rope

Chapter 6: First Time Continued

Chapter 6: First Time Continued

Without being told to, I began struggling against the ropes. I twisted and tugged in sincere but useless struggles. It was a very strange feeling to be so helpless but not at all unpleasant. And I was very much aware that I was again putting on a show. I had never felt so wanton in my life. I was a woman, I was burning with desire, I was helpless - and I didn’t care what that led to. Mother’s advice could go to hell!

“I do believe you’re trying to entice me with your body,” Bob said with a huge smile. Those were his exact words; I remember them very well because I was shocked to realize how true they were. But with that gag in my mouth I couldn’t form the words to deny the accusation. “You need to be punished,” he added, reaching for more rope. My heart skipped a beat at that pronouncement. Punished? And how much more could he tie me? I was already tied hand and foot, as the expression goes.

Punishment was to have a leather collar buckled around my neck, and then to be hoisted up to my knees. A rope from that collar went up to a ring in the doorway, a ring I had never noticed before. The rope kept me from falling over, but it was still uncomfortable balancing on my knees. Then he tied some rope from my hands to my ankles and pulled until my feet were completely off the floor. I was resting on my knees with only that collar and rope keeping me from falling.

Punishment also turned out to require that I balance there for fifteen minutes. The sentence was not given in a harsh manner, but it was firm. I accepted it without protest. After all, I had been thrusting my breasts at him and wiggling my hips a bit too much. And I was well aware when my dress rode up until my thighs were showing. Yet I didn’t stop my wiggling, even though I wondered if he would soon be seeing my panties. I have nice legs, and I wanted Bob to see all of them. So I endure fifteen minutes of punishment. And loved every minute of it! The way I was tied made me feel so very helpless, and that turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

Not that Bob left me alone to endure my sentence. After half my punishment time had passed, he got down on his knees before me and, gently taking my head in his hands, he kissed my gagged mouth. I wanted so bad to push that ball out and return his kiss with all the fire and passion that was burning within me. But I was so very helpless and could only suck in my breath as he gently kissed my face, trailing kisses down my neck. Not caring about the balancing act I was doing, I thrust my body against his. It was a hard thrust and meant to tell him just what I wanted.

Bob got the message. His strong hands were suddenly cupping my breasts and I could feel them burn at his touch even through the dress and my bra. I was panting as his hands explored my body, touching wherever they wanted, exploring my private places where no man had ever gone before. He soon had me panting hard, a bitch in heat if there ever was one. I think I was even moaning from the passion overwhelming my body.

Then he slipped his hand under my dress and pulled down my pantyhose and panties. His fingers teased my most private place as he knelt beside me. His other hand grabbed my ass and squeezed hard just as his fingers found that one spot that drives girls crazy and teased it. I cried out, and experienced the first real orgasm of my life. Skyrockets exploded in my head and I could see and feel waves of color and heat wash over me. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Much later I came to my senses to find that I was no longer kneeling in the doorway. I was now naked except for my panties. My arms were held tightly together behind my back by some kind of leather thing that started at the fingers and laced tightly up to above the elbows, imprisoning my arms in leather. I know now that those things are called Single Gloves, or sometimes Arm Binders, and I love them. But then I only knew that my arms were quite firmly held behind my back. My legs were also tied together. When I tried to sit up, I found that I was stretched out on the bed by ropes tied to my collar and ankles. Just as I was beginning to struggle against this new bondage, Bob walked into sight. He was smiling and looking very pleased with himself. And he was dressed only in a very tight pair of jeans, a pair so tight that I could easily see the huge bulge where his male tool strained to get at me. I swallowed hard

at the sight of that bulge. I was still a virgin, I assumed, but that intense orgasm had done something to me. I was feeling totally different about sex. Gawd, would my mother have had a fit!

He began stroking my breasts and teasing my already erect nipples. His touch was very light but it sent shivers through my breasts and all the way down into my loins. I wasn’t gagged, but found myself unable to speak. Or unwilling to. I just wanted to lie there and enjoy the incredible feelings he was making in my body. For a long time he continued to pleasure my helpless body, alternating between my breasts and teasing around my vagina. He never did touch me in a way to make me come to an orgasm like he did before. Which made his touch wonderful but frustrating. And when he sucked my nipples and tickled them with his tongue, I thought I was going to cried aloud with the pleasure that gave me.

After a while, just as I was about to beg him to touch me on that spot that would drive me crazy, he stopped. Untying the rope around my neck and ankles, he changed my bondage to something that made me feel even more helpless than I had before. He rolled me onto my stomach and untied my legs. As he was doing that I found that the fur bedspread felt very good against my breasts and stomach. Quickly he retied my ankles after crossing them. Then rope went from my ankles to my wrists and I was soon in the first hogtie of my life.

I could feel him wrapping more of that rope around my arms all the way up to my collar, making my body even more helpless. When his hands left the ropes I began struggling. At first, it was just to learn how much I could move. Which I found was very little. Then I turned my efforts turned to fighting the ropes. I twisted and turned and pulled. I jerked at the ropes. I arched my body to its limits. And I enjoyed every minute of it. I had never felt so excited, so sensual, so... Well, horny, in my life. I think I was moaning some. And maybe I even pleaded for his hands to touch me again.

But Bob just let me work myself up by fighting the ropes. When he sensed that I was at a high pitch, he flipped me over on to my back and pulled me down to the end of the bed where he lowered me to the

floor so that I rested again on my knees, my back against the bed. I know I was moaning then. And I was thrusting my hips forward in the motion of lovemaking - although I didn’t know that at the time.

Bob teased my body until it was burning with lust; plain raw lust. I think I kept begging for him to do something before I exploded. And I think his reply was that exploding was the purpose of all this. I’m not sure about that part, I was so high on sex.

But I do remember opening my eyes to find Bob standing directly in front of me, his jeans gone, and that huge weapon aimed directly at my mouth. I moaned in both fear and passion, instinctively knowing that this tool would bring me pleasure, yet fearing it at the same time. But why was he pointing that huge thing at my face? I might have been a virgin, but I knew where it was supposed to go. Bob took my head in both his hands and turned my face up to meet his. The kiss was like nothing else I had ever felt. My body ached with desire - a pain I had never really felt before. I bent forward in a bow, hoping to touch his body with mine. The end of his tool poked one breast and that touch was electric. I was actually touching the male tool that my mother had taught me to fear.

“May I screw you? Please?”

It took me a minute to realize that Bob was asking me if he could ravish my body. And politely, too! Yes! Yes! Yes! I screamed. Virginity seemed like such a waste.

Strong hands lifted my naked and helpless body back onto the bed where I lay on my bound arms, a quivering bundle of burning girl flesh. His body was suddenly on mine, his tool pushing its way into my love tunnel. His thrust was gentle but firm. I cried out in ecstasy as I felt him sink deeper and deeper into my flesh.

My second climax was ten times as intense as my first. There was a little pain, and then my mind exploded into skyrockets of incredible colors. Pure fire washed over my body. My mind went somewhere else.

When I returned to this world, I was completely naked. I was also tied spread-eagle on Bob’s bed, bound with very tight ropes round my wrists and ankles. Bob was nowhere in sight but I heard the shower going. I didn’t care that I was again helpless. It felt so very natural. And good. I knew that I would always love the feeling of ropes around my body making me helpless.

When Bob came in from his shower, his magnificent body was dripping with water and his tool showed me that he was ready again to ravish his helpless girl. I licked my lips, felt the heat beginning in my loins, and knew I was ready, too. I hoped it would be a long, long night.