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| Device Bondage |
| April 29, 2010 |
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Maggie Mayham and I hit it off straight away, she liked having her sweet meat busted and I for one enjoyed busting it. The chain through the cunt routine has been done again and again. It was not until I put the second 18lb ball on her cunt chain that she started really whimpering. Arched to the max sweet Maggie was the total package of helplessness. |
| Sweet Ana Mills |
| April 25, 2010 |
Hello out there its me, I have posted nothing for some time because of the crazy life of trying to just make a living in this market. My day job keeps me going but requires most of my time and never seems to leave me with the time or energy to be active.
But enough of my bitching, you did not come here for that you came here for this, tight young bitches in pain and straining in their bondage. I remember jacking off to this chick when she was first on hogtied when peter did the rigging. She was with Molly Matthews in a two girl, and the little minx looked so young and tight that I went nutso over her.
Years later I get my chance to shoot her on Hogtied and Waterbondage and we struck up a fast friendship.
This photo has always done it so me there is enough pain and tension to please everyone. Anna was a blast and I hope she is doing well. |
| Recent Stuff |
| April 25, 2010 |
After 18 months of not being at Kink I broke my hands off policy to get enough cash to pay for recent medical bills. I had been driven to just build up my own stuff but a rash of medical shit took my desire away and tempered it with saying "fuck it."
Darling has always been fun for me and she is looking hotter than ever, training now in JuJitsu she was very toned and still a total rope and pain slut I have never seen her look more sexy. This hogtie was the first scene of out shoot. The webmaster of Hogtied has again changed and I am happy to say that sometimes things that tend to bum you out can often times save your bacon. |
| Oh those fucked up Japs |
| April 25, 2010 |
I love them, I love the culture, I love their Budo, their bitches their food, everything about that island makes me smile.
Rapelay is a new interactive video game in which players can rape the characters in the game. Well its got some people pissed off to say the least. Well what the fuck is so different about this as opposed to Hollywood. Movies that feature rape are covered under freedom of speech and are often times colored via artistic expression. Why not this genre? What for that matter is the female made to do it sex fantasy so fucking popular? Do women really want to be made to have sex against their will? No, they don't, do men really want to do this to women, well I am not sure on that one, but I tend to think that the fantasy is more enjoyable than reality. Because in reality you have the pitfall of life in prison to think of, not to mention the destruction of someone's life on your shoulders.
So can't we just all get along here? Bondage, is a fantasy, so is making a woman do something sexual that she do not consent to. I think moderation is key and being based in reality, that might help a bit as well. |
| Felony and Ice Cream both cum in gallons |
| April 25, 2010 |
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No shit, she came at least a half gallon worth during our device bondage shoot. She cums so hard that she starts this babbling in almost a speaking in tongues. Very fucking hot, I loved just kicking it on and watching the bitch loose herself in total orgasmic bliss. The machine was also inside her as well as a vib, it took about two hours of aftercare to get her back to normal again. |
| Kay Adams |
| April 03, 2010 |
I can't even remember if I have her first name spelled right or not, really that does not matter because it was a stage name given by Barbara Behr. She always approached the cusp of being too big for me but managed to always look sexy in her photo layouts. This picture got her the cover of a magazine and was always a very hot set.
There was a loop called "Forced Fed" in which she was tormenting Lana Ryan, this was the only time I thought she looked like shit, and it was only based on that fucked up make up they had her wear. She always looked great when busted and really did a great job in "The Experiment". Kat Adams was just one of the dozens of hot sexy bitches that shall always grace the pages of H.O.M. glory. |
| Ever wonder Why? |
| April 03, 2010 |
I am talking about the background, not the bitch. You normally see crazy graffiti on his sets. He was a sign painter and is probably one of the best in the U.S. even today. I have some of his personal artwork that he has given me and I think he was better than Bishop, but you can make your own judgment if I can ever release any of it.
Sure sure the little cunt is a hottie, which bitch was not in Blakemore's stuff, but now you know the reason for some of the wacked out background graffiti. |
| Dave Annis Again |
| April 03, 2010 |
And again and again and again, www.ropebondage.com is his site and I love the guy's work. He does not make his bitches look all glammy and pretty. Fact is his bondage is rather harsh and they tend to loose some of their beauty while in it. But hear me out, they loose something and gain something far better. The tight bondage that is simple in nature is really quite restrictive in many ways, not just for the model but also for the rigger. He was a few basic positions that most of his girls end up in and the rest gets repeated again and again. I for one think it brilliant! He is not trying to be one of the artistic Shibari fucks, he is putting these girls in some real discomfort and they tend to transcend the average to become larger than life.
Take this tihgt little fuck kitten for example. The bondage is harsh and she can really only stand there like a dumb bitch. If she tries to hop she will fall right on her face, and that would knock the wind out of her. Looking at his bondage, one must assume that she will not have ease in catching her breathe again. So what is our little captive cunt to do, well I guess she can just look out the window for her entertainment for the moment.
I wonder if she will see some hot tight bitch walking by the window with a pair of skin tight blue jeans on. The kind that ride right up into her sweet meat like a good cunt buster should. Will our helpless dumb bitch she this chick's hair blowing in the wind and want to be just as free? Oh what is a poor little piece of meat to do, just stand there I guess looking out the window waiting for release. |
| For the taking |
| April 03, 2010 |
I was a high school senior, the youngest in my class
and just barely seventeen, although I was tall (six
one) and rapidly filling out. Dave was one of my best
friends. He had a delightful little sister, Helen, who
was built like a gymnast and hot. . She was drop dead
beautiful with a tiny waist, nice breasts and the most
beautiful ass and legs of any girl I had ever seen. She
had big, soft brown eyes that could burn or tease as
she wished and dyed blonde hair.
I had been in love with Helen since junior high, but,
she acted like she ignored me except for teasing me
when she got bored. Maybe it was my teenage
imagination, but, I think she really liked me. I know
she had no regular boyfriend and would go out with me
on occasion.
One day, I went over to Dave's to meet up with the
guys. No one appeared to be at home so I went around
back off the alley where Dave's dad had put up a
basketball net at the end of a concrete area.
Helen was tied to the steel post that supported the
basketball net and she was blindfolded.
I was stunned. I knew Dave got real tired of Helen
bugging him, and, I had heard him threaten to tie her
up and leave her, but, in a million years, I never
expected him to do it.
Seeing Helen like that made me hard as a rock. I could
never remember my erection being that big or that hard,
even when I lost my virginity to Susy Martin after a
football game. My heart was pounding as I slowly walked
towards her. I could tell she could not see.
She was dressed in a white, long sleeved, cotton,
blouse and plaid loose skirt with athletic shoes and no
socks. He had pulled her arms behind her and tied her
wrists together around the pole. As always, she was
beautiful and sexy, even more so that she was helpless,
her breasts pushed hard against the thin material of
her blouse, her clothes in disarray from her struggling
against her bondage, her hair damp with sweat and
sticking to her beautiful face.
"Dave?! You bastard! Dad'll kill you for this! Let me
go, Dave?! I know you are there!"
I said nothing but continued to ease my way towards
her.
"Dave?! Who is there? Please, who are you?!"
She started to panic, squirming, struggling to get
away. She was very scared. As she struggled her blouse
became more twisted, parting slightly to reveal her
bra. I could see her arms cording as she fought the
ropes around her wrist. She was securely bound and her
efforts were to no avail.
"Please, let me go! Who are you?" she sobbed. Tears
started to flow down her cheeks.
I touched her arm and she squealed, kicking at me. She
started to scream and I covered her mouth, pushing
myself against her. It was the first time I had felt
that lush body against mine. It made me go nuts I
wanted her so much.
"Scream and I will gag you," I said in a false voice.
She was really sweating now, sobbing under my hand over
her mouth. She was not playing, she was really
frightened: very, very frightened.
"If you're a good little girl, doing exactly as you are
told, I will not fuck you. Do you understand?" She
nodded her head, still squirming to get her body away
from mine.
"I'm going to play with you before I let you go. Can
you be good and not scream?"
She nodded yes and I released her mouth. She gasped in
buckets of air. "Who are you? You better let me go,
whoever you are."
I kissed her. She closed her mouth and turned away.
"Be good and let me play with you or I will hurt you
and I won't be gentle."
I should tell you I had acted in several school plays
and was trying to disguise my voice because I knew
Helen would recognize my real voice.
She turned back and let me kiss her. Of course, it was
a lousy kiss. What did you expect? I took her face is
both my hands, brushed her hair back and kissed her
gently on the lips. I moved my body from hers so she
would not feel threatened. I touched just her face and
neck with my hands and lips. She was cold, unreceptive,
frightened.
"Please, let me go..."
"Soon, little darling. Soon."
"Who are... ummm."
When I broke the kiss, she said, "I know you, don't I?"
"Yes. Now, shhhh."
I kept kissing: lips, cheeks, neck, ears, all were
kissed, as my hands gently stroked and touched those
parts of her body not considered "no nos". I was very
gentle and took my time. I wanted her to become aroused
and unafraid. Soon, her kiss got warm, her mouth
opening, her tongue responding to mine, anxious little
movements coming from her when the kiss parted as she
wanted to keep it going. I held her neck with my left
hand, kissing her in the little hollow of her throat,
when I let my hands slide over her ass for the first
time. She did not pull away as I expected.
She had stopped asking who I was, just enjoying me
tantalizing her.
I let my hand cup her breast. "Please, don't," Helen
whimpered as I massaged her breast through her blouse,
but, she did not try to get away. Even I, an almost
virgin, knew that "don't" meant "do."
As I pulled the blouse out of her skirt, she squirmed
to get away for a moment. I stopped, shushing her and
kissing her neck again. She whimpered when my hands
slipped under her blouse and bra to cup her naked
breasts. The nipples were like diamonds and she was so
hot, her breasts almost burned my hands. I unbuttoned
her blouse and released her bra as I continued my
massage of those lovely mounds of femininity.
I suckled her nipples as she hung there helpless. Now,
she was straining to push her breast in my mouth rather
than to get away.
"You're so good," she whispered as I played with one
breast with my hand and teased her other nipple with my
mouth.
Like me, Helen was getting hotter and hotter. She
started to moan and her legs opened so I slipped my
hand under her skirt. Her legs closed like a clam
shutting but my hand under her skirt kept busy,
stroking and teasing her as my mouth stayed on hers. I
could feel her fighting herself, both wanting to resist
and wanting to give in to me and her pleasure.
"Oh. God," she said, her thighs relaxing, her legs
parting, as I stroked her labia.
I slipped a finger in her and tickled slowly and
gently. My thumb found her clit, rotating it slowly,
firmly but gently. "Oh, please," she whimpered, as she
opened her legs further, giving me full access to her.
She was moaning softly, her hips moving back and forth
as her need built. I could smell her, feel her need.
"Yes, please... faster, faster," she pleaded, as she
started humping my hand. I quickened the pace, holding
her up with my other arm pressing her upper body
against mine as she came with little squeaks, sweat
flowing from her. She collapsed against me, panting. I
held her, stroked her until she recovered.
I unzipped my pants, which she heard.
"No. Please, don't take me. I am a virgin. You
promised!"
I pulled up her skirt and pushed my hard cock into her
thigh.
"No. Don't. You promised not to fuck me. Have mercy!
Please! I beg you!"
"You are so delicious, I may not be able to stop
myself!"
"Please! Oh, God! Please DON'T!"
"I won't fuck you, Helen." I said in my natural voice.
"Oh, thank god, Jeff! It is you!!"
She began to sob, crying as I held her. I released her
hands and removed the blindfold. She collapsed against
me, crying until she was cried out as we sat on the
grass, her in my lap, my arms around her in comfort.
She would not look at me as she continued to sob,
holding me as tightly as I held her. She curled up
against me, sobbing away the fear and tension. When she
had recovered, she held my hand as I walked her back
into her house.
"I am really tired, Jeff," she said. "Would you excuse
me?"
"Sure," I replied.
I leaned to kiss her as she turned to walk away. She
stopped, letting me give her a peck on the cheek. Then,
she looked at me for the first time, raising her mouth
to be kissed, which I joyfully did. She had a twinkle
in her tired and crying swollen eyes.
"Thank you very much for stopping when you did. It made
all the difference in the world."
"Helen, I..."
She put her fingers over my lips, stopping me.
"I would love to go to a movie tonight if someone would
go with me," she said.
"Seven?"
"I will be ready."
I started dating Helen regularly. Of course, I would
have dated her exclusively since junior high, as I
said, but, now, she wanted to date me exclusively.
There was a warmness... a special feeling... between
us, probably from the intense, unusual time out by the
basketball net. I believe she trusted me, felt
comfortable with me as she would not with other guys.
We dated for almost four months before that great and
wonderful night came when my parents were at a friends
lake house for the weekend.
When I picked her up at her place, she bounced into the
car.
"What movie are we going to see?"
"My parents are out of town. I thought maybe we could
watch TV."
"Do you want to watch TV or take my virginity?" Her
hand was on my leg, her face bright, her eyes twinkling
like stars as she teased me.
"I..."
"Me, too," she said, kissing me on the cheek. The
tension was almost unbearable, neither of us speaking
for the six minute drive to my house. In my driveway,
we both sat in the car for a few minutes. I took her
hand and she slid out my side. We did not let go of
each other's hands until we reached my bedroom.
She squirmed into my arms and gazed up at me.
"I've heard it hurts at first. Be gentle with me."
"I always am."
"Yes, you always have been. I love you for that, Jeff."
She kissed me.
Slowly, gently, I unveiled the girl (was she already a
woman?) who I had loved (lusted after?) for years. She
never rushed me as I leisurely undressed her, until
near the end when, after I removed her panties, she lay
back on the bed, opened her legs and said, "Jeff! Are
you going to fuck me or just stare at me?" She giggled
nervously as I shed my clothes in an instant and joined
her on the bed.
I was rewarded by the most hot and beautiful experience
of my young life, one I shall cherish forever, one I
can not adequately describe, as I made love to Helen
for the first time. After that, Helen and I continued
dating and continued having sex. I knew I was
desperately in love with her. Thank god, somewhere she
began acting like she loved me, too.
About a month after we began sleeping together, she
called me, telling me her parents and Dave were gone
and asking me to come over. When I arrived, she had a
funny little grin as she picked up some rope.
"Come on."
I noticed she was wearing the same thing she had on
that day she was bound to the basketball net, which is
where we went. She handed me the rope. Standing against
the pole, she put her arms behind it.
"Okay. Tie me."
I did.
"Jeff, don't be as sweet as you always are, as you were
that day you found me here, and, these clothes are old,
if you know what I mean."
"Do you want to be blindfolded?"
"Yes."
I bound her arms behind her, tying her to the net
support, blindfolded her, kissed her gently, and,
walked away.
"Who is it? Who is there?"
She struggled against the ropes, twisting, turning. I
could see the sweat break out on her chin.
I was going to enjoy raping her as she fought, bound
and helpless. I was going to enjoy it almost as much as
she was.
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| Dumb bitch did it to her self |
| April 03, 2010 |
Sally enjoys the feeling of being helpless, at least as
a fantasy, so she makes fantasy reality, all by
herself. What a talented girl Sally is. (F-solo, bd,
toys)
***
Author Note: This is a self-bondage fantasy and is my
first attempt at writing any type of fiction - let
alone bondage fiction. If anyone finds this enjoyable
to read, or has suggestions - particularly in the area
of self-bondage, please respond to ASS newsgroup and
let me know. Helpful hints are always appreciated.
***
"Mmmpppfff!" was the only sound Sally could make as she
strained to move another few inches across the rug. The
way her mouth was gagged prevented her from saying
anything other than some very muffled grunts. She was
sweating quite a bit now - after all, she had been in
this predicament for a little better than two hours
now, and she still had a good way to go before she
could reach the kitchen and her escape knife. She
stopped to give her aching muscles a rest and to give
her raw feeling skin a respite from the carpet.
Sally had been eagerly anticipating this day for over a
week. She actually had a Saturday all to herself, and
had laid careful plans to make good use of it. She had
been "into" self-bondage for better a year now, but
this was the first time she had really put herself in a
bondage that she felt it would be very difficult to get
out of.
Most of the time, she just simply tied her ankles and
knees with a couple of pieces of nylon rope, taped her
mouth with some sticky duct tape, put a vibrator
between her legs, then tied her hands behind her back
with some more of the nylon rope. The vibrator would do
its thing, and after about 15 minutes, she would undo
the knots on her wrist ropes immediately after she had
come.
She had gotten quite good at tying her hands rather
tightly behind her, but the nylon rope didn't knot up
too tightly for her to undo it after a few minutes of
picking at the knots. She always kept a sharp steak
knife handy - one with a serrated blade that would saw
through rope easily - a few feet away from her on the
bed.
Today, though, things were considerably different. She
had been in New York City last month on a business trip
and had stopped in an "Adult" bookstore while seeing
the sights in Times Square.
Sally had led a fairly sedate life in the small town
she had her law practice in, considering her fantasies
of being tied up, and occasionally tying herself, an
"unusual" but really harmless vice she chose to indulge
in. Most men seemed to care little for what she wanted
out of sex - never actually satisfying the way her
orgasms felt when she was tied. So she dated
occasionally, but depended on herself to satisfy her
needs.
The bookstore she stopped in seemed to be dedicated
almost totally to bondage. She had never dreamed she
would see so many magazines showing heavily bound
women, and they actually had displays of gags,
handcuffs, etc. She almost bought one of the ball gags
- it looked really sexy to her - but the outrageous
price stopped her.
She did pick up several of the magazines though, and
had read them from cover to cover, imagining herself
the woman in every picture. She had determined that she
would figure out a way that she could tie herself like
the women she saw in the pictures.
The magazines had several letters from readers in them,
and several of them were from people, like her, that
enjoyed tying themselves up. She read the descriptions
of what they had done with great interest, and make up
her mind she would try to REALLY tie herself the next
time she got a good chance.
She had woken up early this morning, excited at the
prospect of being tied for a long time, in much
stricter bondage than she had ever used before. She
quickly made some coffee, and got out her box from the
closet. The box had her rope, tape, and vibrators in
it. She had added a few purchases this week though.
She already had a six-inch vibrating dildo that she had
gotten a year ago - this was the one she had used on
herself in the past. It had two new partners now. One
was a five-inch long, really smooth dildo, and the
other was a quite thick, ten-inch long dildo. She put
new alkaline batteries in all the dildos' battery
packs, turning each one on to test it.
She took off her nightgown, smiling at what her staid
law firm would think if they saw her parading around
her apartment in the nude. She was actually a little
surprised at herself -she was usually the type that
would immediately cover herself with a towel getting
out of the shower even though she lived by herself. She
got out her escape knife, and took it to the kitchen,
passing through her dining room and living room to do
so. This way, her knife was three rooms away from her.
Returning to her bedroom, she put her box of ropes on
the edge of the foot of the bed, and began taking out
coils of rope. She had quite bit more rope now - she
had bought LOTS more of the nylon rope, and had bought
several packages of cotton clothesline to add to that.
She had cut the rope up into varying lengths to use
with the plan she had worked out for herself.
Sally had never tied her breasts before, so she decided
to start with that. She passed a length of the nylon
rope around her and pulled it up over her breasts until
it was an inch above her tits. She then pulled it taut,
wrapping the rest of the piece of rope around her until
she had a band of rope snugly around her, filling in
the area from the top of her breasts to the bottom of
her armpits.
The band of rope felt good - it was hugging her nicely,
and her breasts were pushed both up and out by the
pressure of the ropes. She put a similar band of rope
around her from just below her breasts to about halfway
down to her belly button. She looked in the mirror, and
smiled at the sight of her two breasts sticking out
from between the wide bands of white rope.
She got out two ten-foot long pieces of the cotton rope
- the magazines said that it didn't slip as easily, and
made tight knots - and then put a cinch loop in of the
free ends of both pieces of rope. She put one of the
cinch loops around the base of her left breast and
pulled the loop tight until her breast bulged out like
a balloon.
She then wrapped the rest of that rope round and round
the base of her breast, knotting it tight when she got
to the other end. In another minute, her right breast
was tied the same way. Although her breasts hurt some
from the tight ropes, they looked fantastic in the
mirror - she now had a real set of what men would
describe as "jugs".
She had seen pictures of women tied like this in the
magazines, and found that she now knew why - her
nipples were jutting out like twin towers. She had
never seen, or felt, her nipples so aroused.
She stood up and used a fairly long piece of rope to
tie her waist snugly with about ten loops of rope
cinching in her waist. She then tied one free end of
another ten-foot piece of cotton rope to the middle of
the waist ropes behind her. She let it dangle down
between her legs and got the new tube of KY-Jelly out
of the box. She put a generous amount of it on her
finger, and bending over, lubricated her asshole by
sticking the finger all the way up in it. She repeated
this three times until it felt like her ass was full
off the stuff.
She put a thick coat of the jelly on the five-inch and
six-inch dildos. She took the five-inch dildo and
slowly worked it into her ass. It felt huge at first -
she had never had anything up her ass before - but
finally the whole length was in. She could feel the
head of it pressing up against the back of her vagina.
Holding the dildo in her ass with her left hand, she
inserted the whole length of the six-inch dildo in her
vagina. Pressing them both in with the fingers of one
hand, she used the other hand to pull the rope in
between her legs, making sure it passed over the base
of both of the dildos, then poking it up and through
the middle of her waist ropes in front. She pulled it
taut, then passed it in between her legs, cinching to
the waist ropes, ten times. The dildos were now TIED in
her with enough tight rope so that there was no way
they could work out of her filled vagina and penetrated
ass.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and went to work on
her legs next. She found it was harder to bend over to
tie your ankles when both of your holes are full, but
she got a good eight-inch band of rope tight around her
ankles. She used the last couple of feet of the rope to
make cinch loops in between her ankles. This made the
ropes quite tight - she liked the feel of tightness.
Before she started to tie the rest of her legs, she
tied a short piece of the cotton rope to the back of
the cinch loops on her ankle ropes.
She let the free end of this lay out to the side on the
floor. She then tied wide bands of rope above and below
her knees, pulling cinch loops through to tighten them
like she done on her ankles. She looped the free end of
a real long piece of rope around her thighs, pulling
tightly enough to sink the rope in her thighs a little.
Before she finished tying her thighs, she put the big
dildo in between her thighs, taking care that the head
of the dildo was pushing into her clitoris. Since the
dildo was going to be tied there by her thigh ropes,
she made sure it would stay put. The rest of the rope
was then wrapped tightly around her thighs, locking the
dildo into place. Her legs had never been so tightly
tied before - she found she couldn't even wiggle them
back and forth. She almost came to the point of orgasm
then - and she hadn't even turned on the vibrators in
the dildos yet!
Sally thought she had better take care of her gag next,
since that couldn't be done once she had tied her
hands. She folded up a washcloth so it made a wad about
two inches thick and two inches wide. This she then put
in the middle of a scarf which was then folded over the
wad several times to trap the wad in the middle of the
scarf. Sally knotted the scarf on both sides of the wad
so it would be impossible to move out of her mouth.
She opened her mouth wide and stuffed the wad all the
way into her mouth. It really packed her mouth
completely so she had to shove it in hard to get the
whole wad in.
Satisfied that her mouth was now quite thoroughly
stuffed, she passed the free ends of the scarf around
the back of her head, pulled them as tight as she
could, and then knotted it with two really tight knots.
She decided to test her gag and yelled as loudly as she
could, getting a thoroughly muffled "Mmmppfff" as the
only sound that came out through her tightly packed
mouth.
She loved the really helpless feeling that being well
gagged gave her - she had always used tape before, but
found that it was too easy to get off her mouth if she
used her tongue to wet it. And if she pulled the tape
all the way round her head to prevent that, then she
had to contend with the sticky mess getting it out of
her hair.
This gag really gagged her and was quite impossible to
get out without her hands free. Her next move was to
turn on the dildos. She turned on all three of them,
putting them at medium speed, then shoved the battery
packs underneath her thigh ropes so they would be
totally out of reach.
Moving quickly now - the dildos were almost putting her
over the edge - she got out two last pieces of cotton
rope, both about twelve feet long. She tied a slip loop
in the free end of both pieces, making one of the loops
larger than the other. She made sure she could reach
both of the ropes from in back of her by putting one
just in back of her left hip, with the other one in
back of the right hip.
She put her arms in back of her and slipped the large
loop up her arms until it was just above her elbows.
She then pulled the slack out of the slip loop until
her elbows were about three inches apart. She then
wrapped most of the rest of the rope around her arms
above her elbows until there was about three feet of
the rope left. She tossed the free end up and over her
elbow loops, then repeated this twice more so that she
now had three cinch loops over the elbow ropes.
She pulled the free end and yanked it several times
until her elbows were now about an inch and a half
apart behind her. She tossed it over one more time,
letting that loop hang loose enough that she was able
to pass the free end through it. This she then yanked
tight. The cotton rope took care of cinching that loop
tight. Sally then made two discoveries - the first was
that her bound elbows made her breasts jut out even
more, making her breast ropes quite a bit tighter.
Her second discovery was that there was no way she
could reach the slip knot she had made - her elbows
were now quite helplessly tied. She knew that if she
tied her wrists now, there would be no escape until she
got to the kitchen and the knife.
She had waited too long for this to stop now, so she
pulled the slip loop from the last piece of rope over
her wrists, then pulled the slip loop tight. She
quickly used her fingers to loop the rest of the rope
around her wrists.
She had found that if she made a loop over the top of
one wrist, then under the other wrist - making kind of
an "X" of ropes in between her wrists - that she could
tie her wrists together quite nicely.
Once she got to about two feet of rope left, she passed
the free end in between her wrists, then over the
ropes. She repeated this five times, pulling out all of
the slack each time. She made another loop over her
wrist ropes, leaving slack so she could pull the free
end through. This was then yanked tight, locking the
cotton rope into an non-slipping cinch loop. She
repeated this twice more, knowing that her wrists were
now tied, cinched, and quite impossible to get loose
without a knife.
Sally knew that she was now quite thoroughly tied up,
with no way out other than cutting herself loose. She
hesitated a moment, then thought "What the hell - this
is what I have been wanting and dreaming about - go
ahead and finish it!"
She turned sideways on the edge of the bed and lowered
herself carefully so that her legs were now bent
beneath her. She fumbled for the free end of the rope
she had tied to her ankle ropes earlier. She found it
and passed it over her wrist ropes then back down to
her ankles. She passed it underneath the ankle cinch
loops then knotted it tight at her ankles.
She let herself lean against the end of bed and slowly
slid down the rest of the way to the floor. She laid
there on her side for a moment, feeling the beginnings
of a truly awesome orgasm shoot through her. She had
the wild impulse to roll over so her now throbbing tits
would be mashed into the rug.
With great effort she did so, feeling the rough carpet
bite into her bound breasts. She spasmed, screaming
into her gag as two back to back, earth shattering
orgasms swept through her body. She was panting and
sweating now, but was glad to be gagged as she was sure
her screams of pure pleasure would have roused the
whole apartment building!
She squirmed against her ropes, finding that she had
done a really masterful job on herself. She could not
get any slack in her arms at all, thanks to the tight
hog tie she had put herself in. She also found that she
could not reach the knot at her ankles to undo her hog
tie. She tried moving her body across the carpet and
found that with great effort, she could move about two
inches at a time - she also felt her breasts being
rubbed by the rough carpet. After ten minutes, she was
really sweating, but had almost made it to the bedroom
door.
Sally decided to rest her aching body, and since the
vibrators were still buzzing merrily away, had yet
another mind-bending orgasm. She considered her
predicament - she was still two whole rooms away from
her knife, she was quite helplessly bound, gagged, and
hog-tied, and every time she moved she just simply
excited her body more as her naked nipples ground
against the carpet - every time she rested, the
vibrators took over and BOOM! And off she went again.
"I have been at this for two hours now," thought as she
came back to the present, "and my body aches like
crazy, my breasts feel like raw meat, I have had nine
orgasms, and I still have to get through the living
room."
She kept working at it, and a half hour, and two more
orgasms later, finally made it to the kitchen. She cut
her hog tie rope and had to rest for five minutes
before she had worked up the strength to cut her wrist
ropes. She really had to work to cut the elbow ropes,
but finally set herself free. She turned off the
vibrators, and untied the rest of her ropes, leaving a
huge pile of rope in the middle of the kitchen.
Ten minutes later, Sally was sitting in a hot bath,
feeling completely wiped out as the hot water soothed
her aching muscles. Sally thought about the experience
she had put herself through and said "Well, it'll be a
while before I do THAT to myself again - I may even
wait until tomorrow!"
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| What happens to a tease |
| April 03, 2010 |
She'd been leading me on like this for months, always
getting to the point of almost and then leave. Excuse
after excuse, and there I'd be, angry, frustrated, with
only my hand for company. But it was stopping tonight.
***
I finally had her in my house, and more importantly, in
my bed. We'd been kissing and groping each other for
about an hour on the couch, and when I suggested moving
to the bedroom, she didn't say no. But I'd been here
before. She'd been leading me on like this for months,
always getting to the point of almost... and then
leave. Excuse after excuse, and there I'd be, angry,
frustrated, with only my hand for company.
But it was stopping tonight.
So there we were, kissing, touching. Her, beautiful in
the flush of lust and desire on her face, laying on my
bed with her hair spread out like a halo around her
head. Kissing... I love to kiss this woman, she has one
of the most passionate mouths I've ever had the
pleasure to encounter. I've spent days dreaming of how
it would feel around my cock... but the little tease
has never even been close to it.
I was on top of her, kissing her hard, moving my mouth
slowly to the side of her face and down to her neck.
There's a spot, just under the lobe of her ear along
the line of her jaw that had always made me crazy. I
nibbled it, a little harder than I usually do, and she
moaned deeply. Her hand snaked down between us and she
squeezed my cock through my pants, causing me to moan
in return.
I'd been waiting so long for this. I moved my hand up,
trying to get it up under her shirt, but she moved like
a snake and stopped me, whispering "We barely know each
other" in my ear, followed by that giggle... the one
that told me we were almost finished here, at least
according to her.
The handcuffs were on the dresser near the bed, right
where I'd left them earlier when I found out she was
coming over. In one fairly fluid move, I turned her
over onto her stomach and grabbed the cuffs from the
dresser. She didn't hear the sound of metal on metal as
I straddled her waist; she was laughing, telling me to
be careful or I'd hurt her. It wasn't until I had one
hand bent back to the small of her back that she
started to understand what was going on, and started to
struggle.
First one, then the other cuff clicked into place
around her wrists. I sat back, enjoying my handiwork.
She was face down on my bed, with her hands cuffed
behind her. I ran my hands up under her shirt, and
undid the clasp of her bra. She was talking, telling me
that it was ok, that if I let her go she wouldn't do or
say anything to anyone. Telling me that she was sorry.
I ignored her and slowly moved my hands up and down her
back, and then slowly down around and under her sides,
feeling the full round weight of her breasts in my
palms. She was struggling under me, kicking her feet
around but I outweighed her by at least fifty pounds.
I pushed her shirt up farther, so that it was bunched
up around her shoulders. Her skin was like ivory, cool
to the touch and pale enough to be able to see the
veins beneath. Beautiful, so beautiful. Moving my hands
down and underneath her again, I found her nipples with
my fingers and pinched them both, hard. She screamed,
writhing under me harder, but I just sat down harder,
letting her know that there was no way I was going to
let her go.
I'd had about as much fun as I could like this, so I
flipped her over, quickly, not giving her any time to
react. As I admired her breasts, and the flat of her
stomach, she started to get louder about her
objections, complaining that the cuffs were too tight,
that they were hurting her wrists. I gave her a look,
ignored her and started kissing and licking my way up
from her navel to her breasts, slowly trailing my
tongue up to first one nipple then the other. She
struggled against me, saying ”no” over and over again
as I kissed and sucked and bit them, left, then right,
then left again.
Feeling her body arch under me and her nipples getting
harder and harder every time my mouth touched them was
exciting me more and more. But her constant chatter and
begging, although exciting as well, was getting to be
an annoyance.
Her shirt was bunched up at her shoulders, so I pulled
it up into her mouth, gagging her with it. Her eyes
went wide, and she moaned into the gag. It was quieter,
and so much sexier.
I hadn’t said a word to her yet, just continued to
touch and kiss all of the bits of exposed skin I could
reach without getting off of her. After a few minutes,
I stopped and making sure I had her attention, I smiled
and pulled the key to the cuffs out of my pocket. She
got this look of relief in her eyes, and I flipped her
back over, so that I could get at the cuffs. I unlocked
only one, and then turned her back over. Her face was
so hopeful, and the look stayed there until she
realized that I was pulling her arm up to cuff her to
the headboard of the bed. She started fighting me,
trying to buck me off, pull her wrist out of my grasp,
anything that she could do. Behind the shirt in her
mouth, she was screaming.
But none of that stopped me from pulling her arms up
over her head, snaking the cuffs behind the cast-iron
decoration of the headboard and locking them back in
place. Straddling her chest, looking down at her,
seeing that the relived look had been replaced by one
of complete terror, I started laughing.
Which is when she started crying.
She was crying. Behind the makeshift gag in her mouth
she was begging me to stop, not to hurt her, to let her
go. More of the same. I had no intention of letting her
go. Maybe ever. And that’s exactly what I told her. I
insinuated that there had been others in the exact
circumstances she was in. Hinted at murder,
dismemberment, a shallow grave in the woods. I told her
that if she ever wanted to leave this room alive she
had to do exactly what I wanted, when I wanted, for as
long as I wanted.
Her eyes were wide, tears running down the sides of her
head as she nodded her agreement. I climbed off of her
chest and busied myself with her jeans. They were tight
on her nice round ass and shapely legs, and I
considered cutting them off at first, but just ended up
pulling them off of her.
She wasn’t wearing panties. I called her a dirty little
slut and ran the tip of my finger along the line of her
slit. She moaned at my touch, trying to wriggle away
from me, but it was too late. I had found out her
secret: she was soaking wet, her lips full and swollen
and her clit rock-hard. I slowly pushed my finger
inside her, finding her just as wet and hot inside as
out. I fingered her slowly, calling her a whore and a
slut, asking her if she liked being used like this,
telling her she was a dirty, dirty girl and that she
should be ashamed. She thrashed around as I fucked her
with first one and then two fingers, curling them up
and finding that spot. She was going crazy, and I could
tell from her moaning and the clenching of her pussy
around my fingers that she was getting closer and
closer to cumming.
“Are you going to cum while I finger you?” I asked, “Do
you like to be fucked by my fingers?” She moaned
something that sounded like “No!” but her hips bucked
up against my hand at the same time and then her pussy
clenched tight around my fingers as she came, all the
time crying and moaning “no” over and over.
It was one of the most beautiful things I’d ever seen.
And we were just getting started.
As she finished cumming with my fingers in her pussy, I
reached down and removed the gag from her mouth. Before
she could say or do anything, I moved forward so that I
was straddling her chest. I reached down and pinched
both of her nipples, hard. She screamed and I told her
that she’d better be quiet, or she’d find out what real
pain was. Eyes wide, she managed to be mostly quiet
while I busied myself with her breasts. They were round
and full, the skin smooth, the nipples hard and taut.
She was squirming and thrashing around under me, her
body obviously responding to my touch, even if she
didn’t want it to.
After a few minutes, I moved forward a little more so
that I was sitting on her breasts with my cock right
above her face. She knew what was coming, or at least
thought she did. I reached down and wrapped my fingers
around my cock. I pumped it a few times, just to make
sure she was paying attention and to get it nice and
hard. The tip of it was wet from the pre-come leaking
out of it, and I pushed it down and smeared it around
on her lips. She moved her head to the side, causing me
to draw a line up the side of her face. So sexy, but
not what I wanted.
Without warning I drew my hand back and slapped her,
hard, on her left cheek. Her eyes went wide again,
wider than they had been, and tears started welling out
of them again. I told her not to fucking move, or she’d
get worse. Without waiting for any response, I took my
cock and started rubbing it against her lips again. I
could see her wanting to move, to twist her head away
in disgust, but she didn’t. She was being a good little
slut and I when I told her so, she moaned again.
I slowly rubbed my cock all over her pretty little
face; her mouth, her cheeks, her eyes and her nose.
Once she was used to that, I started to hit her with my
cock, softly at first, just a tap on her lips, but
eventually I was using it like a club against her face.
She was moaning and whimpering under me, wanting so
badly to try to twist away from my assault, but there
was nothing she could do. I told her to open her mouth,
and she did it without hesitation.
As I slipped the head of my cock between her lips, I
reached back with one hand and found her slit with my
fingers. She was completely soaked; so wet that there
was a growing dark spot on the sheet between her legs.
I looked her right in the eyes and told her how dirty
she was to enjoy being fucked so much. She moaned and I
felt her pussy clench around my finger. I smiled,
slowly stroking my cock in and out of her mouth while I
fingered her cunt.
I called her a slut and a whore, told her that I was
going to make her dirty little pussy cum again. Told
her how sexy she was tied to the bed, how much I was
going to enjoy fucking her over and over.
I fucked her mouth faster and harder. I was shoving my
entire length into her and she took it over and over,
getting hotter and wetter the entire time. I wanted to
cum so badly, cover her face with it, but I wanted to
fuck her more than anything, had from the beginning. I
pulled my cock out of her mouth, smacked her with it a
few more times, then, replacing the gag, I moved down
between her legs.
Without pausing, I slid my cock deep into her pussy.
She was so completely wet and ready that there was no
resistance at all, and since I’d moved so quickly down
between her legs, she didn’t have time to resist. Her
moan / scream was as much from lust as it was from the
feelings of humiliation and violation she was feeling.
Her hips bucked up off the bed as I started to slowly
fuck her, and I think she came again, at least it sure
felt and sounded like she did.
I bent over her, lying fully on top of her and holding
her down as I continued to fuck her. My mouth traveled
over her shoulders and neck and face, my tongue and
teeth leaving a trail of bite marks and saliva. She was
crying, moaning, screaming through the gag in her mouth
as I pumped in and out of her. She was so wet I could
feel it on her thighs.
I started whispering in her ear, telling her how much I
loved raping her tight pussy, telling her she was a
perfect little slut and whore. Told her how dirty she
was to enjoy being fucked like this. I said that she
must secretly want to be taken all the time.
I told her that she’d never be able to have sex again
without thinking of the way that I was fucking her now,
using her like a piece of meat. I said that all she was
was a hole, a place for me to put my cock and that
every time she was with a man from now on, she’d wish
it were me fucking her.
She cried and moaned and screamed some more, and came
at least one more time. I stopped counting after a
while, except to note each one and tell her how dirty
she was to come so hard from being made to fuck. She was
barely moving any more, really, her resistance now just
a barely audible moan every time I stabbed deep into
her with my cock. She didn’t even move when I pulled
out of her cunt, straddled her stomach and sprayed my
cum all over her chest and face.
I climbed off the bed and got dressed. I stood over her
for a few minutes, admiring my work. Her body was
shaking. Cum and tears streaked her face. She looked so
beautiful, like a work of art. I told her that I loved
her like this, and that I’d be back in a few hours to
clean her up and start again.
And I told her that I’d bring a friend this time.
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