"WHAT�S NEXT"?

You have been bound, gagged and hanging in the closet for quite some time now. The job that was done on your ropes is masterful. Even after the work over the cleaning lady gave you, and your incredible struggling, things got tighter and tighter.

Sweat is dripping from your body onto the closet floor, your gag is soaking wet. As I stand over you, you feel a tingling sensation. "What does he have in mind for me now"? you wonder.

I glance over at the cleaning lady. She certainly looks helpless, with her arms tied tightly behind her and pulled up like that. Her buttocks are a tempting target. We can hear her mumbling through her gag, a desperate look has crossed her face. Reaching down to her vagina, I feel that she is more than ready.

"Too bad", I say to myself. That was the first and last touch from me that she is going to get for a long long while. A quivering mess she will be. Two or three days of strict bondage for the cleaning lady ought to teach her a lesson. You are my property my closet bound lover, and I and only I will have the pleasure of giving you pleasure.

My attention now turns to your helplessly bound body, I run my hand over your nyloned encased feet. Your feet squirm from my touch, toes dancing back and forth to escape my fingers. Gently and deliberately I move the palms of my hands down your deliciously bound legs, feeling the silky smooth nylons, checking the tightness of the ropes.

You let out a muffled grunt as I place my hand on your vagina. Hummmm....even after the cleaning lady has worked you over, you are as wet as I have ever seen you down there. The love juices are flowing down the crack of your buttocks and are starting to drip down on the floor. We have some cleaning up to do here my love.

Kneeling down on the floor beside you, I remove your gag. It takes a few moments for you to catch your breath but when you do your mouth hungers for mine. Smiling down at you I come close and our mouths lock. You are hot and eager, your tongue wraps around mine, your lips on my lips, hot breath, teeth grabbing for anything that can be grabbed.

With some effort I manage to break away. Standing up I give you a slight push with my foot. You catch the gleam in my eyes as you swing back and forth, the ropes that hold you so securely groan under the stress.

"Thirsty my love"? I inquire. "Oh YES"!!! you reply. "Do you deserve a drink then. It looks like you were having quite a bit of fun while I was gone. You should have resisted you know."

You give me that "you bastard" look and reply, "how in God�s name could I do anything but take what was been dished out? The job that you do on these ropes is mind boggling to say the least."

"Yesssss, so true", I say. With a turn I leave you hanging in the closet while I leave the room. Things become uncomfortably quiet, the only sound that you can hear is the muffled cries of the cleaning lady. "Hope she is suffering", you say out loud to yourself.

After what seems like an eternity, I return with a large glass of ice cold water. "Here take this straw and enjoy", I say. With that you gratefully drink down the water. It is refreshing and you start to feel more alive now than ever before.

I know you have been tied up for a considerable length of time, but I must see you squirm in those ropes one more time before I release you. My hand goes to your wet vagina, fingers find their way inside of you. Moaning, you ask for more, I oblige.

My lips are massaging your erect nipples, kissing those firm breasts, working up your chest to your neck and chin. Our lips embrace. All the while my hand is working up inside of you. The rhythm of my fingers is keeping pace with the movement of your hips. Strong circular motion of fingers inside. My mouth, lips, tongue are over your sweat covered body.

I feel your body tense up, your eyes roll back, with a scream you finally release all your pent up emotions! A wild cat could not struggle any more that you!...finally you are satisfied.

Sitting with my back against the closet wall, I cannot help but look in utter amassment at the beauty of you. Hanging , the most incredibly sexy creature on earth, helpless, completely dependent on my wishes.

After a few moments I stand up to release you. The rope holding you from the ceiling is undone and you are gently lowered to the floor. It is with some difficulty that I unravel the coils and coils of rope that has secured your lovely body. The knots were done expertly and have only gotten tighter with all that struggling you have been doing. At long last you are free except for you wrists.

With care I strip you naked. There you stand before me, wrists bound in front, a "now what" look on your face. You do not have to wait for long. With a pull on your wrist bounds you are led into the bathroom where you are directed to climb into the shower. A mild look of amusement crosses your face as I bind your slim wrists to the shower head. Naturally escape is impossible so you do not even try.

A gleam is in your eyes as you see me strip naked. I come into the shower next to you and turn on the taps. Warm water cascades down on our bodies, the sensation of the warm

water over your tired and sore body is heavenly. Soap is rubbed onto your body, the lather tickles you as I massage it all over. Gently, thoroughly my hands work their way up and down your breasts and around to your back.

The soap is applied to my body as well. Great delight is taken as I rub myself up against you, working the soapy lather into you with the parts of my body. Care is taken to rub the redness from your ankles and knees. The rope has left marks but they will go away after some tender loving care on my part.

Finally I rinse the both of us off and turn off the shower. Your wrists are untied from the shower head and you are brought out of the shower. With strong hands I towel you dry. A generous amount of bath powder is applied to that firm curvy body of yours. Yummm....delicious.

"Out to the bedroom with you", I say. With a slap on your butt you comply. "Sit on the bed", I command. "Now what shall we do with the cleaning lady my love"? Without a seconds hesitation you say, "Make the bitch suffer!!! She was going to do me �till the cows came home I am sure"!!! With that remark the cleaning lady turns her head towards us and moans.

"I have just the plan", I say. "stay where you are and do not move or you will be joining her in her punishment". "Yes master".

With that I take a straight back chair from the bedroom and take it outside in the back yard. From the bedroom window you have a clear view of what I am up to. Returning to the bedroom I release the rope that is securing the cleaning lady to the ceiling. She is still bound by the wrists, elbows, knees and ankles. Her gag is securely in place. The rope holding her neck down to her knees is released and she is able to stand straight up.

Placing her bound and gagged body over my shoulder, I carry her outside to the chair in the middle of the back yard. She is positioned so that her wrists and arms are behind the chair back. With a length of white cotton rope the ladies hands are tightly fastened to the rungs at the back of the chair. Elbows are secured to the chair top, ropes are looped above and below her breasts and fastened to the chair back. Ropes are used to tie her waist to the chair back. Ankles are tightly lashed to the rung in the front of the chair. Her knees are bound to the upper rungs in the front of the chair. More rope is used to wrap around her lap tying her tightly to the chair seat.

I am not pleased with the cleaning lady so extra care is taken to pull the ropes TIGHT after each turn. Special double Japanese knots are used throughout the binding process. Not finished yet. Nipple clamps are placed on each nipple. A long thin piece of string is attached to each clamp, the ends are brought down to the cleaning ladies toes. Carefully and tightly the strings are pulled taught and tied around her big toes. With her toes tied together any movement will pull down on her nipple clamps making them even tighter.

Standing behind the lady, I retighten the gag. With a final check of the ropes the cleaning lady is left alone outside; helpless, hopeless. As an after thought I blindfold her.

Coming back into the room, you look at me and say, "what is to become of her now? She will never be able to get out of the tremendous bondage no matter how hard she struggles". "I know. Her fate is in your hands now my love. You decide. But for now, let her suffer as I attend to you".

You glance over on the bed where you see a silk nightie has been laid out. "Hummm...don�t usually wear anything to bed but why not"? You ask. As I am untying your wrists I instruct you to put the night gown on and lay face down on the bed with your wrists crossed behind your back. After a moment you are as I have instructed, even your ankles are together waiting for the rope.

A great deal of care is taken to tie you securely but comfortably. Your wrists are lashed and cinched up tight behind your back. Elbows are bound together but not brought together so close as to cause you any pain or discomfort as the night progresses. Ankles and knees are lashed and cinched. The ankle knots are placed in the front so prying fingers cannot reach them. Finally ankles are tied to wrists to form a strict but not uncomfortable hog-tie.

"Comfy my love"?..

I know put on a pair of silk jammies, I love the feel of these!...Pulling back the bed covers I position you on the bed and climb in beside you. With a flair the bed covers are pulled over the top of us and I lean over and gently kiss you good night. "Am I to be left like this all night my rope master"? I do not answer.

Before long you hear the heavy breathing (no, I do not snore) of your lover fast asleep. What a wonderful sensation you think. The bed sheets are satin and you slide under the covers easily. As my back is towards you, you snuggle up to me. My warmth is comforting. In passing you wonder how warm the cleaning lady is. "Is that rain I hear"? You say to yourself.

Before long you are asleep. You awaken and wonder what time it is. It is with some effort that you are able to see the clock on the bedside table. Wow, it�s only 2 am. You know it is hopeless but you try your bounds anyway. They feel strangely sexy, butterflies form in your stomach. Yup, tight as hell.

Three o�clock come around. Being on your side for several hours is becoming a bit uncomfortable so you try and change your position. Finally you manage to lay flat on your front. The covers are making you a little warm so you make an attempt to remove them. With your fingers and toes you manage, after considerable effort to remove the bed covers.

Ahhh...much better. Off to sleep you fall only to awaken after an hour. Damn!!...Curious, you try and see how you are tied. You struggle to see behind your back. All that you can make out in the dark is the outline of your bound feet and your finger tips. Playfully you try to find a knot or loose end of some kind but only end up tickling yourself.

On to your other side you wiggle. You bound feet and hands are now facing my back. You feel my hand reach out and feel your bounds. Nice and tight, no worries. By now you are starting to feel incredibly horny. Shit!!!! Here I am in bed with my lover, horny as a cat in heat and I can do absolutely nothing about it!!

You see 5 o�clock. The ropes that are binding you are tight and unforgiving. Turning over on you side to face me, you snuggle up against me. Oh!! Sliding all over the bed all night with hardly any sleep at all.

Turning over I look at you sleepily and say, "you�re staying like that and I am not going to untie you this time. Now get some sleep, you are going to need your wits about you tomorrow if you hope to get out of your situation."

Now the butterflies are churning up a storm.

PART 7????



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