Originally published in Hogtie vol. 6, no. 6 

Scanned by Ekrayon and Transcribed by guardian46w

CECILY STARED AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR. HER FINE, blonde hair hung in disarray around her oval face. Her brown eyes were wide; and they looked a little glazed, even to her. Effort ridged her forehead under her wispy bangs. A band of black cloth passed around her head and over her full lips, holding a wad of cloth in her mouth. She could speak; but her words were indistinct.

There were video cameras all over the room, carefully placed so as not to appear on the tape of her ordeal. Her hands were bound behind the chair by thick, soft rope. Another rope tethered her bound hands to the bottom rung. The tether went around the rung, back up to the seat, and disappeared between her firm buttocks.

Her ankles were tied to the seat, below her ass on either side, which spread her legs wide.

Her public thatch was covered by white, thong panties; and the tether from her hands burrowed into her cleft and ran up her flat tummy to another turn of rope that pulled her waist against the back of the chair.

None of it would have been bad, except her breasts bulged over her tiny white bra. Cecily was self-conscious about her 36C breasts. Through her teens, her breasts had remained so small the other girls teased her about having "miniatures." Now, at twenty-four, they were embarrassing mounds of jiggling flesh.

Brent, her high school boyfriend, had loved her breasts. He'd spent hours stroking them through her blouse, raising her nipples to stiff excitement and making her ache with pleasure. The only orgasms she'd known were those orgasms from having her nipples stroked.

Thinking about Brent and orgasms started “that feeling” in her nipples. Cecily flushed with embarrassment.

Across the room, Jason (who she loved but to whom she could not commit because of the heartbreak Brent had caused her four years ago) grinned from behind the main camera. He had been so matter-of-fact about tying her to the chair, she'd forgotten to be embarrassed.

Now, as her nipples tightened under the almost-transparent white lace of her tiny bra, she realized she was mostly naked. And she couldn't move!

What had she been thinking when she let him do this to her? She was tied to the chair! All she wanted was to get untied, get dressed, and go; but the gag muffled her explanation.

She struggled. The ropes held fast. She struggled harder. There had to be some way! Her arms flexed. Her shoulders bobbed and weaved erotic patterns in the air. Her legs strained. She was aware of the compression of the ropes around her wrists and ankles, waist and chest; and as she struggled, she became hyper-aware of the rope through her pussy. Her struggles pulled it tighter. She could feel it, like a prod against her clit, when she moved her bound hands.

When she pulled with her arms, the rope through her pussy tightened!

Cecily froze. Her breasts heaved with her labored breathing. Her eyes were wide with surprise. What was he doing to her? This was supposed to be routine. He'd tie her up, tape her attempts to escape, they'd sell the tape, and split the money. It seemed simple enough; but the clock on top of the monitor told her she'd only been tied up five minutes.

That meant she had fifteen minutes to go in this position. How could she stand it?

She'd laughed when he told her what he wanted her to do. She'd be tied up several different ways for a total of one hour on tape. It had seemed so easy.

"All right," she'd said, "but you can't take my bra off."

"There's more to being tied up than you think," he'd told her; but she hadn't believed him. Now she believed!

Her struggles had worked the bra straps off her shoulders. With each labored breath, she could feel her bra falling down! Her face flushed. The bra slipped down her breasts. There was only an inch to go before her right nipple would be exposed.

Cecily tried to still her breathing! No use! She'd really tried to get loose. Now, she had to get loose. "Jason," she wailed into the gag. The word came out a muffled squeal.

She looked down; and was embarrassed at how stiff the right nipple was. It felt like someone was shooting electricity through it: The lace bra! She could feel each thread as it scraped across the tight, sensitive tip.

Every time a breath escaped her panting chest, the bra inched down, teasing her nipples with an agony of erotic friction; and her agony increased her breathing! She strove desperately to keep the bra up; but all her efforts made it slide lower.

Brent had been skillful with his hands; but he'd never made her feel like this! The ache in her nipples was augmented by the heat of her embarrassment. She was going to be exposed in front of Jason! Once he saw how hard her nipples were, he'd known all her secrets. As if he couldn't see now, she thought; and felt her face flush bright red.

A white rose eclipsed her right nipple. The rough lace tortured the stiff tip. Cecily whined into the gag. The bra inched down. The friction set her whole breast aflame. The fire augmented the flesh of her embarrassment; and she felt her whole body ache with a desire so intense it overwhelmed her.

Now the heat became pain. A tear formed at the outside corner of Cecily's left eye; and trickled down her cheek.

She tried to raise her shoulder, maybe lift the bra up a bit ... But no!

The bra dropped like a rock. Her crinkled aureola came into plain view. The edge of the bias tape caught on her right nipple; and the nipple throbbed like a drum in the night.

Across the room, Jason held up a sign: "Stop?"

She shook her head slightly. In the back of her mind, she realized the pain in her nipple wasn't as bad as she'd dramatized; and anyway, she'd said he couldn't take her bra off.

HE WASN'T taking her bra off. It was falling off; there was nothing she could do about it! For some reason, being tied up mixed her embarrassment at being exposed with a perverse kind of excitement. Her own bra was teasing her to orgasm! She wanted Jason to see her come; but at the same time, she was mortified.

Jason was the best thing that had ever happened in her young life. They had so much in common! That she was so easy was her own dirty little secret. What would he do when he understood?

Slowly, ever so slowly, she worked her wrists against the rope that bound them. She imagined freeing her hands, covering herself, and laughing at him. Easily said, but a million miles from done.

The motion of her wrists was transmitted down the tether, around the rung, up over the seat, between her shapely buttocks, directly to her clit.

"Oh my, no," she moaned into the gag.

Her clit was engorged, tighter than her right nipple, which ached from the weight of the bra. She felt torn two ways, as if the dual sensation would rend her sanity.

The left cup of her bra slipped free. She was exposed! With her right nipple causing her agonies, she hadn't even thought about her other nipple; and now it stood in plain view, big as a quarter, the aureola flaccid, the nipple so soft it was almost invisible.

To her horror, the tip stiffened; and she could feel the aureola tighten to goose flesh.

The agony of her embarrassment was quadrupled by the agony of the weight of her bra hanging on her right nipple. The rosy glow in her face and neck flowed down the mounds of her breasts like lava, heating her skin to a sensitivity she'd never known. She dared not move; but she was frantic inside. It was just too much!

With a despairing squeal, she wrenched at her ropes.

The bra dropped free, leaving her fully exposed. With brutal precision, the rope through her panty-clad pussy pulled her hips against the chair back; and it was as if a rough hand had grabbed her by the clit and held her immobile. There was no moving away from it.

The moan that escaped her throat was loud in her ears—in spite of the gag! She writhed in an agony of embarrassment and desire. She was aware of her quivering breasts, aware of the rope teasing her pussy to an agony so exquisite she hallucinated great paintings yet to find canvas.

The room disappeared before her eyes. She was caught in a world of ecstasy and frustration. Her head whipped back and forth, caressing her hot cheeks with her fine blonde hair. Her shoulders cut erotic figures in the air. The rope through her pussy was so tight! And with each frantic jerk of her captive hands, it manipulated her through universes of despair.

The complex web of her captivity was both joy and sorrow. Though her clit burned and throbbed, she couldn't get off without some kind of stimulation to her flinty nipples. Her impending orgasm was so distant, she might as well have been in the office back at Miss Dowde's Young Women's Academy; yet it was so close it threatened to crush her.

She strove to move her hips; but she couldn't. The harder she pulled with her hands, the tighter the rope through her pussy held her against the back of the chair. Nothing in her young life had prepared her for this. She was engulfed. She was consumed by her own ache. Finally, she could take these overpowering sensations no longer; and she lost consciousness.

When she came to, she was lying on a mattress on the floor. The gag was gone. Her hands were free. Her bra was a tangle of lace around her waist. The rope through her pussy was gone; but her panties were pulled so deep into her cleft, one leg band had slipped over, leaving half her thickly furred pussy exposed.

The concern in Jason's eyes pierced her with an emotion so strong it felt like steel encasing her soft, helpless body. She was free, yet she could do nothing. It was as if she'd lost her will!

"Are you all right?" he asked.

Cecily groaned. "No. Yes! Was that twenty minutes?"

"Eighteen. I was afraid you were hurt."

She felt liquid. Her body burned. She wanted to reach up and pull him down on top of her; but she was too drained to move.

"I think we've done enough for one day," he said.

"No!" She struggled for coherence against her own inner turmoil. "Next position," she managed to gasp.

"Are you sure?" She nodded; and that seemed to take all her energy. She felt helpless. She felt bereft. If he didn't get those ropes back around her body, she didn't know what she'd do. With practiced ease, he rolled her onto her breasts and belly; and lashed her wrists together behind her back. The rough tickling of the mattress was heaven against her aching nipples; but before she could revel in the sensation, he rolled her onto her back.

Somehow, her bra caught under her; and she felt the lace pull tight around her waist.

"Undo my bra," she managed to gasp.

Their eyes locked. She sensed his reluctance; and, at first, didn't understand it. Then she remembered she'd said he couldn't take off her bra.

That seemed so long ago—almost another life. It didn't have anything to do with now!

"Please," she begged.

His hands trembled as they followed the lace around her waist, opened the clasp, unclipped the straps, and whisked the lace away. The tickling vibrations of his fingers drove her toward insanity.

"You better tie me quick, buster," she gasped between clenched teeth.

He was so fast with his ropes! A long one passed around her waist; and knotted in front. Then, he pulled the ends down between her legs, guiding them—two this time!—into her half-exposed pussy.

Again, he rolled her over. Her nipples felt so hot and hard they'd burn holes in the mattress. She felt him thread the ropes through her bound wrists, then he tied each end to an ankle; and went back to cameras.

For several moments, Cecily lay there. The thoroughness of her bondage soaked in slowly. Her ankles were pulled up almost to her wrists; but the rope wasn't tied to her wrists. It was tied around her waist; and it ran between her wrists. Through her pussy!

She tried to straighten her legs; and the rope shot hot currents into her clit. The sensation was ecstasy; and it was agony at the same time. She arched her back enough to lift her breasts off the mattress; and wriggled, touching her nipples to the rough tickling.

The ache of her nipples spread, mingling with the current from her pussy. She could feel the ebb and flow, like two rivers coming together. She was hot and cold at the same time.

A low moan escaped her throat, surprising her with the depth of its emotion. She rubbed her nipples against the mattress. The river churned in her tummy. She flexed her arms, arching her body up off the mattress, straining with her legs. Every muscle felt tight as a wire.

Cecily reveled in her helplessness. The flexion of her arms pulled the ropes between her ass cheeks, putting pressure on the sensitive spot between her pussy and her asshole. Little tremors of agonizing pleasure ran through her.

Jason stood behind the main camera, zooming in on her face. In the mirror beside him, she could see her own body, pulled back into a bow. Her skin was flushed and damp with perspiration. Her fine, blonde hair hung in strings about her face. Her eyes looked hot and desperate.

What if she got off while she was tied up like this?

"You okay, Ceece?" Jason asked.

The pressure of the rope against her clit felt s000 good! She tugged with her arms; and each tug shot currents of pleasure through her captive limbs. "Yesss!" she managed; but the effort of speech was distracting.

The tension in her body was so powerful it frightened her. She tried to relax, to back away from the orgasm that threatened her very sanity. Relaxation was impossible!

Her orgasm loomed. It became everything! Her whole being strained toward it. Her tugging became violent driving the rope against her clit and pulling it deeper into her sopping pussy. Any second now… But the second loomed always in her future. She needed it now!

"Pleeease!" The plea escaped her throat with an anguished desire that frightened her.

What if she didn't get off? Surely, she'd go mad!

Her fear transformed to sparks that turned her super–heated skin to goose flesh. Her nipples were so hard, they felt like they would shatter. She was arched so tightly her entire weight rested on her tummy and her pussy. She rocked forward and back, digging her wet pussy into the mattress; but even that pressure wasn't enough.

Cecily let out an anguished squeal; and fought her bonds, screaming, writhing, squirming, moving aimlessly, with the impossible goal of getting off.

Her legs thrashed against their tethers. Her torso wriggled back and forth. Her shoulders worked this way and that; and her elbows flexed, digging the rope ever deeper.

"Take me!" Her agonized scream filled the room. In an instant, Jason was beside her. He was naked! She hadn't even noticed him taking his clothes off.

He rolled her onto her side; and lay against her. She could feel his cock, huge and stiff, against her tummy.

"Oh yesss!" she groaned.

She could feel his hands now, pressing against her pussy, spreading her juices over her thighs and belly as he pulled at ropes and panties.

The ropes came off her clit like an electrical shock. She gritted her teeth and strained with all her might against her bondage. She wanted to touch him; but she couldn't! She couldn't do anything but suffer endless frustration.

Cecily lifted her leg as high as she was able, inviting him. And then, he got everything pulled aside, plunged in; and rolled her on top of him.

His cock was huge and it filled her with satisfaction so deep she thought she'd die. She could feel him inside her. She could feel the ropes compressing her pussy around him. She could feel her panties, one leg stretched across her belly, caught under the ropes that dug in beside her pussy.

Her orgasm was like a blow to her stomach. It ripped through her, turning her muscles to steel as it turned her insides to jelly. The power and the weakness of her body overwhelmed her.

Jason was so strong. He was so free! She was so weak and helpless.

Her helplessness settled on her like waves that pounded against the boundaries of her being and sucked her into a vast, undulating sea. Her cries of ecstasy pierced the room like gulls crying along an endless shore; and then it all dissolved into a cosmic convulsion as she thrashed out her helpless frustration on top of him.

She became an explosion of bright lights that undulated like the ocean; and then a satisfaction settled on her so deep she thought she was in heaven.

Jason untied her immediately. She almost wished he hadn't; but she lay in his arms full of gratitude for what he had done to her.

"Marry me," he said in a voice so low and sonorous it thrilled her heart.

Cecily snuggled against him. "Only if you tie me up again," she giggled.