BIG BROTHER TYING ME UP

BY LANA

Friday morning I was in the kitchen making my breakfast, when Clark came in. I fried myself a couple of eggs and some bacon, had some mild. When I finished he told me to take off my clothes right there. I immediately did so. He took my hand and lead me upstairs to his room where he kept all the rope. He tied my hands behind my back, then tied my arms to my sides really tight, really pushing out my breasts and nipples. He took a single piece of rope and tied one end to my hands, brought it into the crack of my bottom, then parted my labia, then jerked it up really hard to make certain it stayed where it was supposed to, then tied the other end to the ropes between my breasts. He tied my knees together, then tied my ankles. He took a long shoestring and tied my big toes together really tight, then with the ends left tied the shoestring to my ankle rope, making sure I couldn't get my toes loose. He then ran a rope from my tied wrists to my tied ankles, making me bend backward just a little bit, and finally gagged me. He then told me I had the run of the house, I could go anywhere I wanted, but I couldn't sit down. If he caught me sitting, he would turn me over his knee and spank me hard. Well, I wandered the house the best I could, trying not to sit down. But I did, in the TV room, and watched TV. He caught me just a few minutes later sitting there, and he sat down next to me, pulled me over his lap, and spanked me so hard I thought I was going to cry. He told me my bottom was nice and red. And if I sat again, I would get more of the same. He stood me up, and left me there. He went back upstairs, so I stood there, and then I had an idea. I used my hands to grab onto what he calls the crotch rope, and began to saw it back and forth between my labia, and it caught my erect clit as well. I found I could orgasm this way, which I did. Throughout the day, I did this often. I don't know how many times I orgasmed. But by 1600, I had tired myself out. He finally came downstairs, and untied me. My orgasms were my secret. I looked at the rope marks left by the rope on my chest and against my breasts, my wrists, my ankles. I felt so invigorated, yet tired.