Tales of the Rope

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.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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