Tales of the Rope

Chapter 8: Home Delivery Continued

Brian gulped again, and looked up at this incredibly beautiful, handcuffed woman.

“You said in your letters that you have plenty of ropes?” Susie hinted. “Why don’t you get them out?” She smiled most sincerely at him. “I hope you really know how to tie a girl,” she purred.

Words stuck in his throat, so he just swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Her skin was very soft and warm to his touch.

It was true that he had experience at tying young ladies. It had been a passion of his during his teenage years and carried on to college where he found many willing young women. And he had been quite good at it. But finding women who loved it as much as he did was always a problem.

Brian set Susie down on her feet beside the bed. From the bottom drawer of his dresser, he selected a length of rope. Like all his ropes, it was coiled tightly and had a small loop tied in one end. Susie looked down at the handcuffs and numerous coils of rope still in the drawer and there was a smile of delight on her face. She actually licked her lips. Brian swallowed hard.

Kneeling down beside her, he told her to place her feet together. Then he bound her ankles tightly together, admiring those high heel-clad feet with each turn of the rope.

Susie said nothing. But he could see her breathing was heavier now. And those large nipples were taut. With her unable to walk, he felt it was safe to unlock her hands. With the handcuffs removed, she kept her arms behind her back to make it easy for him to bind the wrists with palms facing, and then the elbows, making sure that they were tightly together. He remembered from David’s letters that Susie loved her elbows bound as tightly as possible behind her. He jerked on the cinch rope until the clothesline couldn’t sink any more into the soft flesh above her elbows. Then he knotted the rope several times.

He came around to the front of his captive. She was biting her lip gently and her eyes were closed. Without opening them, she said, “Please gag me. I don’t want to talk any more.”

ropes was a ball gag. When it was firmly buckled in place, he found both of them were breathing heavily. And the elbows being together behind her did incredible things to make her breasts stick out. And that wasn’t all that was sticking out. The bulge in his pants pointed right the soft curls of her

pleasure from the bound and gagged woman. He toyed with the nipples and squeezed hard. Susie pressed back against his hands and moaned. One hand wandered down to cup her sex. Her body immediately tensed

caring that she lay on her bound arms. Quickly he untied the ropes he had just placed on her ankles and spread the legs wide. Using the rope just taken off, he looped one ankle and tied

eyes were closed. Her breathing was a panting through the nose, and she wiggled suggestively, rolling her body

the moist sheath that wanted it. The warm, soft flesh engulfing his penis was wonderful. He shoved deeply, and they both gasped. Then he slowly withdrew and began pumping. But passion

into intense orgasms, the female trailing the male

shuddered as he spent his sexual fluid into her eager receptacle. The muscles of her vagina squeezed him, milking

could do was stand there and admire his good luck. Finally he reached for the gag to remove it, but Susie shook her head and made noises plainly indicating that she didn’t want the gag taken out. He knew with the instinct of

made of solid metal tubes. Then he picked up the chair and naked woman and carried both back into the bedroom. He tied her legs together at the ankles and above the knees, making the ropes very tight, far tighter then he had ever tied a girl before. Then he tucked her legs under the chair and tied a rope from the ankles up to her wrists. That rope, when pulled, lifted her feet off the floor and pulled down quite hard on her arms. He added more rope around her waist and the

did next brought her back. Taking a short length of rope,

whined, and faint red marks appeared on the sides of her large globes. She shook her body and looked down as if surprised to find that

whipping with rope will sting and hurt a little,” he informed, now the Master.

nodded, giving in that simple act her permission for him to lash the tender flesh of her breasts. They both knew that it would hurt her. But they also knew that the pain was well within her ability to take. And that it would make her very much aware of her

breasts with the ropes slowly, often pausing to put the ropes down and allow the bound woman to savor her helpless condition. Some of the lashes of the cotton clothesline were directed across the tops of her thighs. But a dozen such strokes left only a slight redness

had not lied in his letters, the bondage was good and she could do nothing to free herself. Still she continued to struggle and strain against the ropes until he noticed that her eyes were closed again and her face flushed. Realizing what was happening, Brian kept up a steady lashing of the big breasts, not hard but steady enough to keep a low level of fresh