Originally published in Hogtie, vol 6, no 5
Scanned by Ekrayon and Transcribed by guardian46w
Story codes: M/f, bdsm, reluct, naked, torment, rope, breast tie, climax, forced, X
Heidi had been going with Stephen three weeks; and she felt lucky to have found him. He was older—how much older, he wouldn't tell her; but she didn't see anything wrong with a twenty-three-year-old woman going out with an older man.
He was a lot of fun; and he was much more indulgent than any of her younger boyfriends had been. Each time they went out, he seemed to find delight in pleasing her.
He was so-so in bed, as if something were missing; but from Heidi's viewpoint, that might turn out to be a good thing—if the right thing were missing.
Last Saturday night, he'd seen her key chain—the tag that read "Sticks and stones may break my bones; but whips and chains excite me." He hadn't commented; but she'd noticed him reading the tag. How would he react?
Tonight, she dressed for him: black garter stockings, tiny white nylon thong panties, a little nylon bra that barely covered the nipples of her bounteous breasts, white blouse, a short, black, straight skirt and four-inch black pumps.
Like most young women, Heidi didn't think she was beautiful. She stood five feet eleven inches tall in her bare feet. Her measurements were 38-26-38, if she pulled the tape snug around her waist, which she wished were smaller. her hair was blonde. Her eyes were so big and brown, she could melt hearts with them.
Heidi also thought herself quite sophisticated.
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He prepared dinner at his house, a near-mansion in the hills above the city. They chit-chatted over lobster; and when she began to giggle from the champagne going to her head, he fixed her with his dark eyes.
"Whips and chains excite you?" he asked. Heidi caught her breath. She didn't know how she'd expected him to broach the subject; but this seemed so prosaic. She giggled. "Too much champagne," she thought. "The idea excites me," she said.
"How so?" he asked.
She felt her cheeks glow with embarrassment.
"I'm not accustomed to discussing my fantasies." Her voice sounded too excited, even in her own ears.
"Do you want to be chained up and whipped?"
Her denial burst from her lips, as spontaneously as an orgasm.
"Then what?" he asked. "Do you want to be tied up? Dominated?"
"I ... I don't know," she managed to stammer.
His voice sounded stern, like she dared not disobey. She pushed her chair back and got unsteadily to her feet.
"The champagne," she said, by way of apology.
No excuses!"
She snapped to attention, wobbly on her high heels, which she now regretted.
"Over there," he said, pointing across the living room.
Stephen's living room was about thirty feet by thirty feet. There were exposed beams beneath the arched ceiling; and a post stood at each corner of the room.
Heidi tottered across to the post he'd indicated.
"There's a rope hanging behind the post," he said. "Bring the free end to me."
The rope was stiff hemp, anchored to the post; and it was knotted every foot or so. Feeling giddy and a little breathless, she uncoiled it, carried the end across to where he sat, and handed it to him.
He put the end on the floor without looking at it.
"Well done," he said.
She flushed at the compliment.
"Now, there are some other ropes hanging on the back of the opposite post. Bring them to me."
Walking on the heels with her head spinning was difficult. She swayed and stumbled once; but she made it. The ropes looked to be an impossible tangle. She took them to him as they were.
Stephen laid the tangle of ropes on the table in front of him. "Now," he said. "Take off your skirt and blouse."
They'd already been intimate. He'd seen her nude. He'd even asked her to walk around his bedroom for him so he could admire her body; but his tone now was so commanding, it made her blush.
Hesitantly, Heidi unbuttoned her blouse; and let it slide off her arms to the floor. From the gleam in his eye, she knew she'd done right to wear the little bra. The cups stretched tight across the base of her breasts. The bias tapes met the straps just above her nipples. Looking down, she noticed that the tips of her nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin material.
"Don't get narcissistic on me," he commanded. "The skirt."
With fingers that were beginning to tremble, Heidi unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Her blush spread down her neck and chest to the tops of her full breasts.
What was happening? she wondered. Something in his manner was embarrassing her. She reached for the fallen skirt.
"Stop!"
His voice sounded hard. She froze, bent half over, her breasts hanging heavily against the tiny bra.
"Stand up straight; and don't move. No matter what."
"You're scaring me." Her voice sounded small in her own ears, like the voice of a frightened little girl.
He picked up the ropes; and, as if he were a magician, untangled them.
Now, she saw that most of the tangle was a harness of some sort.
He draped the harness over her shoulders; and fastened it on. It was tight. A band of six ropes ran above her breast, under her arms and around in back where she couldn't see. Another band of six ropes ran below her breasts, and a third band, as thick or thicker, went around her waist, compressing it until even Heidi thought it was slender enough.
He laced the harness tight with ropes crisscrossing her breasts and rib cage.
"What is this thing?" she asked. "Some kind of bondage?"
It wasn't very satisfying bondage. Her hands were free. Her feet were free; but when he cinched the last rope, she realized she wasn't free. The harness dug in when she tried to breathe. Running was out of the question.
"Hey," she complained.
Before she could tell him take this thing off and let's have a good laugh about it, he caught her wrists and tied them to the middle of her back with the last rope.
"Hey!" The rope that bound her wrists fastened to the harness somehow. Her elbows stuck out, flapping like a pair of broken wings. She wriggled her shoulders, trying to pull her hands free. Her breathing accelerated; and every breath hurt as it pulled the harness tighter into her yielding flesh.
"Couldn't we forget about this?"
"Too late," he said, sitting back down in his chair. "Walk to the first post."
If she'd thought walking was difficult before, it was doubly difficult with her hands tied. She tottered, she stumbled. She felt like it was her first time in heels.
When she arrived, she turned around, leaned back against the post, spread her legs, and looked expectantly at him.
"Well?" he asked.
She was panting a little from the effort of maintaining her balance on the four-inch heels. With each labored breath, she was reminded of the harness.
"I think chains would be more comfortable," she said, trying to maintain a perky front.
Stephen shrugged. "Maybe we'll try chains another time," he said.
His words spread her blush to her nipples, which were now so tight, they were crying out for attention.
"Are you going to tie me to this post?" she asked.
Her brown eyes were wide with expectation; but they narrowed when he shook his head.
Heidi stamped her foot, exasperated. What was his game?
"Are you going to do anything?"
He smiled at her. "Not really," he said.
"But.... "
"You are going to walk to me when I tell you to," he said, "and before you get here, you're going to have an orgasm, or you'll be punished."
Punished! The word zinged like a hot wire through her brain. Her whole-body flush with the excitement of the situation and with the embarrassment of his intense scrutiny. His eyes were so bright, they ought to be burning her skin.
"How. . . " She caught her breath; and the ropes dug in. " ... am I supposed to do that?"
Without expression, he reached down beside him; and picked up the knotted rope. She hadn't been paying attention—must have been the champagne.
She felt the rope brush her thigh; and then it was snug against the tiny thong panties, pressing against her pussy. She could feel a knot between her rounded buttocks. The sensation of the rope against her pussy made her squirm in an effort to free her hands. It was no use. The high heeled pumps were such scant support; and the champagne was still buzzing in her brain. She let out a moan that sounded despairing in her own ears.
"Do you see the clock behind me?" he asked.
Heidi nodded.
"You have ten minutes to reach me. If you reach me before five minutes is up, you will be punished. If you haven't reached me before ten, you'll be punished."
Punished! That word again!
"What do you mean by punished?"
"You don't want to know," he said. His words sent a chill through her; but the chill turned to heat when it met the rope that pressed against her panty-clad pussy. She was so embarrassed, she wanted to die; but at the same time, she was excited like never before.
Looking down, she could see the rope pushing against her panties. There was a knot about six inches ahead. She wondered what that knot would feel like when it hit her clit.
"Start!" he commanded.
Gingerly, she put one foot in front of her. The shifting of her weight made her hyper-aware of the rope against her pussy; and when she moved forward, every rough strand seemed to dig through the nylon and tear at her labia, which she could feel pouting shamelessly.
Her knees went weak. She caught her breath. The harness dug into her breasts, causing her a discomfort so intense anger bubbled up from deep inside her.
"Let me off this thing; and untie me."
He jerked the rope.
Heidi wailed in protest. Tears welled up in her big brown eyes.
"You have something to accomplish. You'd best forget I'm even here," he said in a stern voice.
How did she get herself into this? She was just a poor little rich girl from Burlingame, looking for a bit of spice in her life. What she'd thought might be spice was turning into an ordeal.
She moved her other foot forward; and shifted her weight. The rope slid along her pussy like an electric shock. The knot rested against her clit. The emotions that filled her were strange and overpowering. She let out a wail; and fought the harness. Her elbows flailed the air. Her shoulders bobbed. Her slender wrists twisted in their bonds.
In her struggles, she bumped her clit against the knot; and she froze, looking down in horror. That thing was going to have to go across her pussy!
She stepped, rocking her hips back, holding her clit away from the knot. "This is cruel," she wailed.
He didn't appear to have heard her.
Now she planted her other foot forward. She was leaning over. All she had to do was jerk her hips; and she'd be over the knot. She gritted her teeth; and straightened.
The knot roared over her clit and across her pussy like a high wind that stirred her to her soul. Her knees went weak. She stumbled, trying to maintain balance; and, to her horror, felt the rope pull her panties into her pussy.
Perspiration beaded on her upper lip. Her nipples were so hard! The rope harness dug into her tender breasts with each labored breath.
Heidi swayed on her high heels, trying to remain still. The rope now pulled her panties deep into her. She looked down at her tormented pussy; and moaned pitifully. The next knot waited.
"I can't do it," she wailed.
He said nothing, only looked at her with hot eyes.
It took all her strength to move. Inch by agonizing inch, she dragged herself to the next knot, jerked her hips forward, and felt the knot rip across her throbbing clit.
Her world went red-hot. The ropes across her breasts created an agony of desire so deep she thought she'd drown in it. Tears welled from her eyes, ran down her cheeks, and dripped like fire onto her super-heated breasts.
His eyes bored into hers, COMMANDING her to come. Her whole body ached for him. Maybe if she hurried, the tortured would be over
She staggered forward on trembling legs: one knot, two knots, three tore through her soft pussy. Tears filled her eyes. She couldn't see. The ropes around her chest and waist were so tight, she couldn't breathe.
Her head shook back and forth in her agony. "No, no, no, no," she moaned. "PLEEZE!"
The next knot looked so large, she'd have to climb over it; but she couldn't climb with her hands bound to the rope harness. She couldn't do anything. She tried to lift one leg; but she couldn't raise her foot and still maintain her balance.
Her whimpering rang in her ears. Despair filled her tormented bosom. The ache in her tummy became a hot, liquid thing that threatened to consume her.
She forced her way over the next knot with slow agony, feeling it scrape across her clit like a mountain of fire and then burrow through her dripping pussy.
"I can't," she sobbed.
Flashes of heat raced through her like a neon sign. She staggered forward.
Perspiration bathed her trembling body. Her bra and panties were soaked. Even her stockings felt heavy with her own sweat. Her legs were too weak to support the added weight.
She swayed. She tottered. She begged for mercy even though she had lost the power of speech. The knotted rope became her world and her torment. She couldn't do it!
The next knot loomed, as bleak as her future. Taking a step was an impossible task. She shuffled on, sliding her pumps across the carpet. Her desire reached an impossible peak. What did he want from her? She couldn't give any more.
Her whimpering turned to sobs; and then she could hear herself bawling like a little girl. She thought she would faint. She thought she would die. Each cruel strand of the rope sent sparks of torment through her. Each sadistic knot tormented her clit with unbearable agony.
Her wrists twisted uselessly. Her hands fluttered like captive birds. The compression of her chest was distress beyond imagining. She writhed, fighting ropes, fighting herself, fighting the lethargy of this sweet torment.
With superhuman effort, she twisted around to look behind. The rope was soaked with her juices.
She could feel her orgasm now. It rose as convulsions in her taut tummy. It spread through her confined breasts as pulsing heat that seated her fair skin where the ropes dug in.
She saw stars speeding toward her to steal her soul. She bent forward over the knotted rope; and humped it with all the strength left in her tormented body.
The first wave hit her like a fist in her belly. The second washed out all the pain and swept her into white-hot passion that went on and on until she thought that, surely, she wouldn't survive the throbbing intensity.
Her legs gave out. She lay on the rope. The knots dug into her pussy, her tummy, her chest, her cheek. The lights in the room pulsed. She pulsed!
With her scant remaining strength, she caught the knot against her cheek with her teeth; and held on for dear life. The pulsing of her consciousness became physical, as if her body were undulating against the knotted rope. And now....
What was he doing?!!
She felt herself sliding down the knotted rope; and held on with her teeth, squealing. Her neck strained. She couldn't!
She let go of the knot; and began to slide. The next knot raked her clit, deepening the convulsions in her tummy. She throbbed. She burned. Then, she felt his hands grip her shoulders.
He lifted her up, propelled her forward on legs gone to jelly, and bent her over the table. The cold, polished wood seared her hot breasts. She could feel tiny convulsions in her nipples, which were cranked down so tight, they felt harder than the wood. Then, he ripped her panties aside and plunged into her.
The tension in her turned her young muscles to steel. Even though he lay over her back, forcing her down against the table, he couldn't hold her. Her taut belly slapped the surface.
She gasped for breath against the searing bite of the rope harness; and let out a squeal that must have reached all the way to Main Street.
Her body bucked like some wild, captive creature. His hands flew to her breasts, pulling the tiny bra aside; and when her flit-tipped nipples came down on the cold, polished wood, she exploded with a force that must surely tear them both apart.
The explosion went on and on. Her pussy pulsed around his hard cock. Her belly made wet, sucking noises on the table top. She thought she would faint.
Then it was over; and his powerful male body pinned her soft helplessness against the smooth wood. The riot of her emotions bubbled over in sounds that sounded like laughing and crying at the same time; and when he whispered tenderly in her ear, "Stay with me forever," she could only sigh and wiggle her hips and wonder how, having experienced the orgasm of her life, she could be ready to do it again.