You find yourself alone, tied in the strictest of ties unable to move. The ropes and gag are holding tight. A feeling of vulnerability is starting to overcome you. It is the fear of the unknown that has you a little worried. While you do not particularly enjoy being left alone trussed up like a Christmas turkey, the uncertainty of your situation is strangely exciting!

It is not long before you hear the front door open and then close. "Gee that wasn�t long", you say to yourself. "Hope that was lover boy coming in the door and not my sister", you think. She has this annoying habit of dropping by unannounced. "I�ll have to get the key back from her".

Someone is coming towards the bedroom but it is hard to tell who it is from the foot steps. Instinctively, you struggle against your bonds, but your efforts are futile as the ropes only seem to get tighter. Your fears were unfounded as you see my grinning face enter the room. "Had you worried didn�t I"? I say. "Batteries were in the car all along. Besides I can�t stand not being in the same room as you when you are all bound up like that". "HUMMMFFFF"! You mumble through your gag.

Walking over to the closet I retrieve the video camera and tripod. I take my time setting up the camera so that you are shown in the best possible angle. You are starting to glare at me but that only makes my resolve all that greater.

As you have been in that bond and gagged position for almost an hour now, drool is starting to drip down your chin from the ball gag. Effective gag the ball, but as you can see it has its drawbacks. Ah well, not to worry, I will take care of that for you. Coming over to you, my hands rub up and down your beautiful bound and nylon encased body. The nylon body suit feels silky and sexy. I love the feeling of shear nylon, especially when you are wearing it.

"A little sweaty I see", my love. "Struggles make you that way"? With that I unbuckle your gag. It is with great relief that you are now able to get some moisture back into your mouth. "OH"! You exclaim, "how dare you leave me tied like this!! You have not even given me the satisfaction of cumming you bugger!! You just �till I ....". "Until you what love? You are in absolutely no position to be making demands of any kind". Realizing that I speak the truth you stop your threats and give me that spoiled girl pout that you are so good at.

Reaching into the duffel bag, I retrieve a long length of rope. But this rope is different. Instead of the soft cotton rope that is so expertly and tightly tied about your body that is keeping you so effectively immobilized, this is a cord.

The cord is thin and very strong, much the same as the cord used in curtain rods, which is where I got the idea from. A knowing smile comes across your lips. "Are you going to do with that cord what I think you are"? I do not have to answer as the look in my eyes and the expression in my face convey my intentions. I see a distinct shiver in your body as you wait in anticipation to what is about to happen.

At one end of the cord (50 feet of it) I have tied a slip knot. Coming up to you from behind I reach over and unfasten your nipple clamps. The palm of my hand brushes against one nipple, then the next. Hard and erect they feel like steel. Taking your right breast in my right hand, I form the nylon around your breast. With my left hand I place the slip knot over the breast and bring it down as far as is possible. You let out a groan as I tighten the noose tightly around the base of your breast.

I wind the cord around your breast five times, pulling up tight on the cord after each turn. Holding the end of the cord in my left hand, my right hand forms the nylon around your left breast. The cord is now brought over and round around the base of the left breast and as with the right, five tight turns are made. A clove hitch in the cord between the breasts holds everything tight and in its place.

Taking your right breast in my right hand, the left hand wraps five more turns of the cord around the right breast, each turn as before is pulled tight. Next the left breast gets equal attention. As before a clove hitch between those perfect breasts of yours is tied to keep things secure. This procedure is repeated until all 50 feet of cord is round around your breasts.

Now completed, your breasts are now standing straight out. They are as hard as drums as I flick them with my finger. My hands rub both breasts, the sensation of feeling two rock hard bound breasts under that silky shear nylon is too much for me. I press up against you and you feel how hard and excited that I have become.

Taking the crop in my hand, I sit on the bed and just admire you. I flick the crop with my wrist slapping the palm of my free hand ever so gently. "Slap..slap"..the sound of the crop is starting to make you squirm for it has spoken to your body many times before. A smile comes across both our faces as I softly caress your crotch with the end of the crop. Slowly I move the instrument of torture-pleasure up your body, drawing little circles on that lovely bound body of yours.

I am enjoying this, as are you judging by the sounds you are making, not to mention the sensuous movements of your body. "Aren�t you going to re gag me lover boy"? You inquire. "That might be I good idea", I reply. "I think that this is going to get a little intense".

Instead of using the ball gag, I have decided to use a tight cloth gag. Going to your dresser drawer, I return with several pairs of panties. You open your mouth eagerly as I pack several pairs of silk panties into your mouth. A long thin strip of bedsheet about 6 inches in width, is drawn between your teeth and pulled up tight behind your neck. Turn after turn the bedsheet is pulled tight against the panties packed inside your mouth. Finally I double knot the strip of cloth behind your neck. You raise your head and give a small grunt as you discover how tight and effective the gag is. To complete the package a black blindfold is placed over your eyes. Naturally the blindfold is secured tightly and effectively. Can�t have you peeking now can we?

The room goes quiet now but you know that I am close by. The cold sweat dripping down your face gives you a glow. Juices from your mound are staring to fall onto the bed, I place a towel underneath so as not to soil the bed cover. My hot breath is now on your neck. Kissing you on the ear lobes, nibbling, blowing, licking. Lips now covering those nipples that are now more like bullets standing out ready to shoot. Your bound breasts are pulsating, your chest heaving and your tummy making moves that would make an exotic dancer weep with envy.

Breaking off from you I stand back and wait for a moment. All you can do is mew like a helpless kitten. Without notice the sting of the crop is felt, the tops of your breasts being the lucky target. Softly at first.."slap..slap..slap.." my wrist flicks the crop ever so expertly. Those steel hard nipples of yours cry out as they feel the kiss of the crop. Again and again I work on your hard bound breasts, every hit just a little harder than the last. The tempo starts to pick up.

Tears are starting to fall down your cheeks from under the blindfold. I stop the torment for a moment giving you a chance to catch your breath. Then the crop starts to do its work on you again. This time the soles of your feet feel a gentle slap. First one foot then the next in turn. "OH"!!!! "Not my crotch"!!!..You pull your hips back as far as the tremendous bondage you are in will allow. Is the sting of the crop on your vaginal area pain or pleasure? It is hard to figure which.

Being in a state of bondage and gagged and blindfolded to boot, not only are you powerless to stop this torture, but you have no idea where the next contact is going to be. Will I feel the sting of the crop or the kiss of his lips, you have no clue.

Several fingers of my right hand enter you. Massaging and working inside of you your hips push out to meet my touch. Mouth and tongue on your breasts, nipples and neck. The crop, under the control of my left hand dances on your body. Perspiration is pouring down your body. There is no doubt in my mind that if you were unbound, the strength that your passion has given you would tear me apart.

Enough is enough. If I do not let you cum I am sure that you will break out of your ropes! With my left hand I embrace you, the right hand continues to work inside of you. Harder and harder my fingers work, around and around, in and out in a systematic motion. Suddenly your body tenses up, you throw you head back and with a muffled sound of ecstasy you cum. An explosion of passion that I have never seen the likes of in my life!!

Exhausted you collapse, your chin resting on your heaving chest. I leave you and return momentarily with a warm damp wash cloth. Removing your blindfold, your eyes look into mine. "Hard to tell if you want more or want to be untied", I say. Smiling I remove you gag. With a gasp you try and catch your breath but I cover your mouth with mine. A deeper sweeter kiss would be impossible to find.

Gently I cleanse your face and neck with the cloth. The wet warmth feels like heaven against your hot cheeks. Without a word I release your ankles from the foot board and you slowly fall onto the bed. You do not seem to care that you are still tightly hog tied, the soft mattress feels warm and welcoming.

Kissing the bottoms of your feet and the palms of your bound hands, I lay down beside you. "There is more to come so hang on", I grin. Bending over your hog tied body, I untie the ropes that are binding your ankles to your wrists. You let out a sigh of relief as you stretch out your legs. I unbind your crossed ankles. Helping you to your feet I make you walk around the room to get some of the feeling back.

"Sit down on the bench", I say. Complying I stand behind you and rub your aching shoulders. "You always did have magic fingers. That feels sooooooooo good". For the next hour or so you enjoy a through massage on your neck, shoulders, legs and ankles. This is so relaxing you fail to ask me to untie your arms. This is as much my pleasure as it is yours.

"Now what are you going to do with the video tape my dear"? You ask. "All in due time my love, all in due time".

Love HT


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