Tight ropes usually leave marks on her soft skin. She worried about what the brutal chains would do. Wrapped around her wrists, pulling her elbows tight. Around her ankles and then used for a hogtie. Ducttape gagged, she could only make those whimpering sounds. Escape? That was something she couldn’t even think about. Not even difficult. Impossible. But she still had to struggle, to try. Which she did.
It happened so quickly, so easily, that it surprised even her. She had become HIS bondage toy; she could not imagine playing these games with anyone else, letting anyone else do what he does. His teasing, tickling, erotic torment. The sound and feel of the riding crop, the leather smacking hard against her soft young skin. His firm hands on her. She could barely move, there would be no escape even if she wanted to. She didn’t
He could do whatever he wanted to her, any time he wanted to do it. It didn’t matter if she enjoyed it, the bonus is that she did. The brutal suspension bondage hogtie started it; the taste of the rope, a rope gag pulled tight between her lips. Then feel of the riding crop against her soft young body, the smacking sound filling the room. And more. Her whimpering sounds becoming erotic moans as her sexual engine was pushed over the edge.
Bondage always gets her young sexual engine moving faster. He had tied her legs as she lay on the bed, spread wide. But then bound her wrists in front. Giving her the erotic feelings of the tight bondage. And the chance – what she had always wanted – to push herself over that sexual edge. Sliding her fingers beneath her now-soaked thong panties. Her breathing – and her moaning – would say it all. Moments that she would enjoy. And never forget.
She had come back for more. More bondage, more teasing, more tickly, more erotic torment. And especially more of the riding crop. He didn’t disappoint her. As she lay on the bed wearing only her thong panties, he began to do what he does best. For him to enjoy every part of her body. For her to struggle, whimper, and, before the night was done, to moan.
She had started to think about it as she lay on the bed waiting for him. If this was just a game. Something that she enjoyed, even craved. The tight bondage, along with the teasing, tickling and erotic torment. But when he began – wrapping his hands around her, even caressing her head and letting it rest against him – she knew the answer. She was now his. Yes, he was holding her tight. And SHE would never let go.
It was a night she wouldn’t forget. Starting with the tight, brutal bondage. Hogtied in a way like never before. Ballgagged. Barely able to move, Even if she thought about it escape would not have been an option. And then he began the teasing, tickling and erotic torment. Including a riding crop. He was right. She wouldn’t forget this night, not for a long time. If ever
Sisters In Bondage. An older sister is always supposed to protect her younger sister. But Lilith couldn’t even protect herself; he had done a good job of putting both her and Foxy in that brutal, no-escape bondage. What she could do was wonder what he had planned next.
She’s the epitome of the bondage virgin. The thought of it excited her. When it actually happened she found out quickly that it was more than she expected. Not just rope, but rope tightly tied. Her wrists bound, her elbows yanked together hard. Her ankles crossed, then pulled up into a hogtie. A ballgag jammed into her mouth. The bondage was doing something that she hadn’t expected; it was pushing her young, sexual engine faster and faster. To that edge of the cliff.
She’s not sure if she’s enjoying the tight bondage. Or not. But she’ll have plenty of time to decide. After he had bound her on the bed – she was nearly naked, wearing only her thong panties – he had told her that he would be back. Sometime. He didn’t say when or how long it would be. He never said soon. She was sure that struggling wouldn’t help. But she had to try. Try to escape. Which, as she found out soon, had it’s own effect.