Tales of the Rope

Chapter 14: Homemade Straitjacket Continued

I was pleading with him not to leave me bent like that. It would be bad enough if I were just left with my feet tied to the ring and my arms wrapped around me in the straitjacket. But with my neck tied to my knees and almost no slack, I would have to stay bend in half with my arms and breasts touching my thighs.

This was part of our games. I protested and pleaded and begged, even occasionally threatened. But so long as I didn’t cross some invisible line, he only smiled at me and ignored me. If I made a bit too much noise, I often wound up with a gag and often more bondage. There were times when my protests made what should have been halfway comfortable bondage into something of a punishment. Me and my big mouth! And I’m sure you know that it was often deliberate...

In this case, however, either he took my pleas to heart, or decided by himself that this would be a little too rough on me - considering that I would have to endure for three or four hours. He loosened the rope and allowed my body to unfold a bit. Not much, but enough to make it somewhat less of a torture.

Well, he finally finished with me and left. I was sitting there on my bare bottom, legs tied together, arms wrapped around me, and my torso wrapped in tape and a sweatshirt. And bent in half. I knew that he could have tied me much tighter. I had been tied at times with my breasts pressed hard against my thighs and my chin touching my knees. Which would have been a pretty rough position to have to spend four hours in. I knew it would be bad enough the way I was tied.

I got scared. It’s impossible, no matter how often you do it, to not get scared when you’re totally helpless and alone. I knew that I would be alone for most of the evening. I knew that I would not be able to free myself; he had tied me too well for that.

heard through the apartment walls. Sometimes I heard a bump or noise from the other apartments, but not often. I wasn’t sure if I could be heard. But, as

if I fell to one side, I wouldn’t be able to get up again. And I was afraid that I’d be more uncomfortable lying on my

little else for a tied girl to do in that kind of situation. Sometimes Bill would leave the stereo on for me. And more

It all depended on where there was rope tied between my legs, a dildo tied inside me, or something I could rub my pussy on. If there is any of those, I

I was fortunately enough to have a rope between my legs. In my struggles, I fell over but just kept on fighting the ropes and tape until I had a wonderful burst of heat between my legs. The fire spread

my legs muscles. Since my ankles were held next to the ring,