Tales of the Rope novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: First Time Continued

Without being told to, I began struggling against the ropes. I twisted and tugged in sincere but useless struggles. It was a very strange feeling to be so helpless but not at all unpleasant. And I was very much aware that I was again putting on a show. I had never felt so wanton in my life. I was a woman, I was burning with desire, I was helpless - and I didn’t care what that led to. Mother’s advice could go to hell!

“I do believe you’re trying to entice me with your body,” Bob said with a huge smile. Those were his exact words; I remember them very well because I was shocked to realize how true they were. But with that gag in my mouth I couldn’t form the words to deny the accusation. “You need to be punished,” he added, reaching for more rope. My heart skipped a beat at that pronouncement. Punished? And how much more could he tie me? I was already tied hand and foot, as the expression goes.

Punishment was to have a leather collar buckled around my neck, and then to be hoisted up to my knees. A rope from that collar went up to a ring in the doorway, a ring I had never noticed before. The rope kept me from falling over, but it was still uncomfortable balancing on my knees. Then he tied some rope from my hands to my ankles and pulled until my feet were completely off the floor. I was resting on my knees with only that collar and rope keeping me from falling.

Punishment also turned out to require that I balance there for fifteen minutes. The sentence was not given in a harsh manner, but it was firm. I accepted it without protest. After all, I had been thrusting my breasts at him and wiggling my hips a bit too much. And I was well aware when my dress rode up until my thighs were showing. Yet I didn’t stop my wiggling, even though I wondered if he would soon be seeing my panties. I have nice legs, and I wanted Bob to see all of them. So I endure fifteen minutes of punishment. And loved every minute of it! The way I was tied made me feel so very helpless, and that turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.

Not that Bob left me alone to endure my sentence. After half my punishment time had passed, he got down on his knees before me and, gently taking my head in his hands, he kissed my gagged mouth. I wanted so bad to push that ball out and return his kiss with all the fire and passion that was burning within me. But I was so very helpless and could only suck in my breath as he gently kissed my face, trailing kisses down my neck. Not caring about the balancing act I was doing, I thrust my body against his. It was a hard thrust and meant to tell him just what I wanted.

Bob got the message. His strong hands were suddenly cupping my breasts and I could feel them burn at his touch even through the dress and my bra. I was panting as his hands explored my body, touching wherever they wanted, exploring my private places where no man had ever gone before. He soon had me panting hard, a bitch in heat if there ever was one. I think I was even moaning from the passion overwhelming my body.

Then he slipped his hand under my dress and pulled down my pantyhose and panties. His fingers teased my most private place as he knelt beside me. His other hand grabbed my ass and squeezed hard just as his fingers found that one spot that drives girls crazy and teased it. I cried out, and experienced the first real orgasm of my life. Skyrockets exploded in my head and I could see and feel waves of color and heat wash over me.

Much later I came to my senses to find that I was no longer kneeling in the doorway. I was now naked except for my panties. My arms were held tightly together behind my back by some kind of leather thing that started at the fingers and laced tightly up to above the elbows, imprisoning my arms in leather. I know now that those things are called Single Gloves, or sometimes Arm Binders, and I love them. But then I only knew that my arms were quite firmly held behind my back. My legs were also tied together. When I tried to sit up, I found that I was stretched out on the bed by ropes tied to my collar and ankles. Just as I was beginning to struggle against this new bondage, Bob walked into sight. He was smiling and looking very pleased with himself. And he was dressed only in a very tight pair of jeans, a pair so tight that I could easily see the huge bulge where his male tool strained to get at me. I swallowed hard at the sight of that bulge. I was still a virgin, I assumed, but that intense orgasm had done something to me. I was feeling totally different about sex. Gawd, would my mother have had a fit!

He began stroking my breasts and teasing my already erect nipples. His touch was very light but it sent shivers through my breasts and all the way down into my loins. I wasn’t gagged, but found myself unable to speak. Or unwilling to. I just wanted to lie there and enjoy the incredible feelings he was making in my body. For a long time he continued to pleasure my helpless body, alternating between my breasts and teasing around my vagina. He never did touch me in a way to make me come to an orgasm like he did before. Which made his touch wonderful but frustrating. And when he sucked my nipples and tickled them with his tongue, I thought I was going to cried aloud with the pleasure that gave me.