Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Mail Sack - Another Marla Story

One afternoon during my late teen years, I was at a friend’s house and we had been playing some bondage games (we called them “tie up games”) when my friend brought out a mail sack he had found in the garage. It was made of very solid gray canvass with a drawstring around the opening and a metal clip on that rope drawstring that could be locked. There were two boys and one other girl besides myself. Since my hands were already tied behind my back and had been for a couple hours, it wasn’t surprising that the other three hit on the idea of stuffing me into the sack.

But first they tied my legs together and then doubled my legs up and tied them like that. Then they stuffed me into the sack. At first they were going to close the top over my head and lock it, but I protested that I might not be able breathe inside so they closed the drawstring around my neck instead. Tom ran to get the padlock off the shed and locked it through the metal buckle. I protested that it was very tight around my neck but they ignored me. It was usually that way. I had a reputation in the neighborhood as a girl who loved to be tied up and the tighter, more restrictive, the better.

Anyway, they watched me struggle for a while. I was able to roll around a bit but the canvass sack was a pretty tight fit around my body. My wrists were crossed and tied behind my back and had been for quite a while. I had already tried to work my hands loose and knew that I couldn’t. With my legs doubled up, I couldn’t move much and only managed to roll around a little. And it didn’t help that I was bent with my breasts against my thighs.

Well, they got tired of watching me and went off to play some other game. It was a well known fact that I liked to be left alone while tied up, so they didn’t bother to even ask if I would like to be let out of the sack. I knew that they would come back for me eventually but it might be a while. I was lying on the cement floor of a patio. I knew that his parents were at work and wouldn’t be home for at least five hours. I was wearing a two-piece swimsuit, more conservative than those I would wear when I was a few years older but still it left a lot of skin bare.

I tried again to work my hands loose but it was impossible. And even if I had, I doubt I could have gotten out of the sack. So I knew that I was helpless.

It was exciting. When I watched them walk away and knew that they would leave me alone for what might be hours, I felt a tingle race down my spine. And I got warm between the legs. I was a virgin then, but there were things that could get me hot between the legs even if I didn’t really know what was going on.

I rolled around and tried to fight my way out of the bag but couldn’t do a thing. I finally managed to roll across the patio and into the backyard where they were in the swimming pool. It was hard to crawl and I managed mostly by bending my legs up and then pushing against the ground with my knees. It must have taken me the better part of an hour to get all the way to the pool. They looked at me now and then but ignored me. When I got close enough to Karen, I asked her to please let me out of the sack because it was hot inside that canvass. I was not only in the hot sun, but I had been working hard inside and was sweating. Karen called to the boy whose house it was and told him that I wanted out. He laughed and said that he didn’t have the key to the lock so I’d just have to stay like that.

She told them that I was awfully hot in the sack, so the two boys came over and grabbed the top of the sack. Then they dragged me across the yard and into some bushes in the back corner. There they put me into a sitting position against the fence. There was a couple of feet of rope sticking out of the buckle, and they used that to tie my sack to the chain link fence. Then they left me.

It was better, because I was in the shadiest part of the yard. But I was out of sight and now tethered to the fence. I couldn’t go anywhere. I couldn’t even roll over onto my side. I had to just sit there with my legs doubled up and the rough canvass against my skin.

Well, Tom did leave me tied up for two hours. I rolled around and put on a show, and enjoyed myself. That was only the sixth time I had made myself naked before a man and it was terribly exciting. Or was it the eighth?

When the time was up, he unlocked me and untied the ropes. Then I told him to sit down and I would show my body off. I did walk around like a model, and showed myself off. I liked doing that - still do. Any girl who says she doesn’t like teasing a man is a liar.

I must have made a sight. I was sweaty and had rope marks on my wrists and legs. Not rope burns, but the pressure marks from tight ropes. They take about ten minutes to go away, maybe fifteen if the ropes are tight enough. I teased him to the point where I began to be afraid that I might get raped by the huge bulge in his swimsuit. So I told him that he could “beat his meat” while I showed off. He whipped out his tool right away and was stroking it madly. I made poses for him, but found that what he seemed to like best was when I spread my legs, bent over and let him look at my bottom and pussy from behind. I put my hands together behind me with the wrists together as if still tied, and wiggled my bottom like I was trying to get loose. A couple of seconds later he gasped and showered sperm all over the cement floor of the patio.

It was fascinating for me to watch. It was also the sense of power again, to be able to make a man do that. I had seen a boy masturbate once before and it was fascinating to see the white cum pump out. I knew that someday I would have that happening inside me, and the thought made my pussy very hot.

By the way, eventually Tom did get to have sex with me, but it was almost two years later. And it was in the same patio on a summer day. He was sitting on the bench; I had my hands tied behind me, and I backed up to him then settled myself down on his stiff rod. We had a good screw with me sort of sitting impaled on his rod while he bounced me up and down