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Subject: TIME ALONE FOR TYING (ped, bdsm, abuse)
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TIME ALONE FOR TYING (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY SADISTIC WRITER
I waited until mom had left the house and a little bit longer, in case
she came back. She sometimes forgets things and has to do that. My
panties were already wet, thinking about what I was going to do.
When I was pretty sure she wasn't coming right back I went up to my
bedroom and got my ropes out from the hiding place at the bottom of my
closet. My heart was beating fast in my chest and I know I was breathing
faster. It didn't have anything to do with having run up the stairs.
Instead it was because I was going to have time to play.
I knew I had hours to play and I know how good it can be when I make
things last a long time before I can finish. I've done it so I finish
over and over until I am sore and that's wonderful, but it's not the
same. When I make it last and last the final finish is so, really,
really strong it's like I just blow up into a billion pieces. I had
already decided that this one would last as long as I dared to let it
and still finish. If I didn't end it soon enough mom might come home
before I could finish. Even worse, mom might even come home when I'm
still tied up!
I have six pieces of rope so far, plus the belt to an old bathrobe and a
scarf. When I started the belt was all I had, but I keep watching for
stuff that I can use. I tried shoelaces, but they aren't very long and
the knots are tighter. That can be really bad when you are trying to
untie yourself in a hurry!
I started out tying the first two pieces of rope to the legs of my bed
and putting the long end up on top. I do most of my tying up in bed, but
I've also done it in a chair and on the floor. I really want to try
being tied standing up but don't have anything to tie the rope to like
that. The other two got tied to the legs at the head of my bed. Both of
these already have slip knots in them. I have them right so that I can
pull them tight enough to struggle against but can still wiggle a hand
out if I have to. That's important, I think. I wish I had some way to
make sure they let me go if someone came home suddenly or if the house
was on fire or something but I can't figure out a way to do that, yet.
I did all this with my clothes on to keep me from touching or rubbing.
Well, I didn't do that TOO much while I got things ready. I took off my
sandals and then lifted my T-shirt off. My nipples were already hard
from the rubbing I did let myself do and the excitement. It's like I
think about rope and they get hard and other places get wet. My shorts
were next and they slipped down my legs after I opened them.
My panties were REALLY wet now. I knew I would have to change them after
this. I don't know if you can get diaper rash from wet panties like
babies get it from wet diapers and I don't want to find out. I'm also
starting to smell a little when I'm so very wet. It sounds gross when I
say it like that but it's a sexy kind of smell.
I have done some reading around on the Internet when I can do it alone.
I have to remember to flush the browser cache when I do it and I don't
want to do that too much or it will look like I did it to hide
something. I know mom has dad check it sometimes to make sure I'm not
getting to things like what I am reading.
Anyway I had read about crotch ropes and really wanted to feel what one
was like. I knew that you put one rope around the middle and then ran
another between a girl's legs. I had even seen pictures like that. It
looked sooo sexy. I wanted to FEEL it. I put the shorter rope around my
middle really tight and then tried tying the other one to it in back.
That didn't work so well. Hard to tie knots you can't see!
I pulled off the rope around my middle and tied the rope to it before
putting it back on. I had seen pictures where the girls still had their
panties on when this was done and so I was going to do it that way.
Leaving my panties on would protect me against some of the rope burn
that happens when I tug, even though I didn't think it will be nearly as
bad as what I got around my wrists.
I reached between my legs and grabbed the rope, slipping it through the
waist part in front and pulled. I could feel the rope slither across my
cunny lips through the wet cotton panties, feeling so good I almost
started to bring my finish that way right then. in the pictures I had
seen, though, the rope was pulled even tighter and I tried. It wouldn't
get tighter, though. Then I figured it out. I had to spread my legs and
THEN pull it tighter. I spread them and pulled and nearly fell on my butt!
The feeling as the rope pulled between my cunny lips was ten times
better than sliding over the outside! I could even feel it rubbing my
button through my panties. I tied it off in a hurry so I wasn't tempted
to just finish this way.
Moving with a rope between my cunny lips was a really new experience.
Part pain and part pleasure. I had to get up on the bed like that. I did
it, trying to remember to not go to the finish. I had lots of time.
I spread my legs on the bed and started tying my ankles with the ropes.
These weren't slipknots. I didn't want my legs to pull free. It is so
hot to tug and pull and not be able to close your legs while you imagine
someone standing over you, reaching down to touch you and you can't stop
them. That thought always gives me delicious shivers!
Legs tied, it was time to do the gag. I don't know why I didn't start
out thinking about gags when I started tying myself up. At first it was
just my wrists, later my legs. I don't think I was even finishing, at
first, just rubbing. I hadn't found out about finishing.
That's what I use the scarf for. I know it doesn't make me that much
quieter, but it was how I remembered gags done when I started, having
seen things like it on TV. I roll it around itself, and then pull it
between my teeth, tying it behind my head.
Then it's time to lie down. I don't put my hands in the ropes right
away. Not since I figured out that nipples like being pinched. It would
be really good if I could be all tied up and still pinch my nipples, but
if that was like that I could get loose with my wrists in slipknots.
I lay down and rub my hard nipples with my palms first. The tingles go
right down through my tummy and into my cunny. This time, with the rope
down there, it is even stronger. I can't help it, I moaned, really
loudly. Like I said, the gag didn't really make it quiet. It did make it
sound sexier, though. My breathing stopped as I listened to find out if
anyone heard me before I remembered I was all alone at home.
I pulled my legs against the ropes and rubbed my hard nipples. The
pulling on the leg ropes made my hips twist and I could feel the rope
between my cunny lips move a little. The movement was just enough to rub
my button a tiny bit and it all together made me moan again.
I was imagining a man leaning over me. He was the one who tied me like
this, only I imagined my hands tied, too. His hands were the ones
teasing my nipples, feeling how hard they were. He was watching my hips
move and hearing my loud moans.
I imagined how it would be like that and knew I would feel embarrassed,
having someone see me like this. Seeing me getting wetter, making the
rope between my cunny lips wet even through my wet panties.
I don't know why thinking like that makes it better. I don't like
getting caught saying something wrong, or being tricked into saying
something stupid by a joke. It's different, though, feeling this
embarrassment for my imaginary bondage man.
He is seeing what it is doing to me, making me hot and making me
embarrassed and he is enjoying that. Knowing he enjoys it only makes the
embarrassment worse and that makes the hot hotter. Maybe that is weird
to you, I don't know.
It isn't enough for him, though, to just rub my nipples. He is going to
punish me for getting turned on. He always does (since it is me). He
starts to pinch my nipples. The pinching makes me even hotter as I feel
the pain shoot through my tummy like milk poured on sugar. It goes right
through me, melting me away.
Usually that has me nearly moaning, or doing it quietly. This time it
makes my voice all high and squeally. I don't have to pretend struggle
when I pinch this time. My legs try to pull out of the ropes on their
own and my butt lifts off the bed, pushing up at the bad man who is
hurting my nipples. The rope slides between my cunny lips and I am SO
CLOSE to finishing.
If he hurt them just a little harder I probably would finish, but he
stops. He doesn't want me to finish, yet (well, I didn't). I let go of
my nipples and my body crashed back on the bed.
I'm so close after this that I don't dare pinch my nipples any more. I
have finished once or twice just from nipple pinching before, but I
don't want that to happen right now. I have seen pictures of women with
things on their nipples, metal things and clothespins. I want to try
that sometime. Mom doesn't have a clothesline, though, so we don't have
clothespins around the house. I don't know where you would get the metal
things.
I reached my arms up and put them through the slip knot tied ropes and
pulled the slip knot down. It always feels really hot when I do this. I
can pull with my legs and arms and twist on the bed and feel the ropes
pull back. With the rope down there, between my cunny lips it is even
better. I know I will have to do this more from now on.
My imaginary bondage man is watching me struggle, knowing how close to
finishing he got me, knowing how much I want to finish now. It's okay to
want to finish when I can't really do it. That makes me want to do it
more. The rope keeps me close to finishing and I go ahead and try.
I push my hips higher and twist them, feeling the rope move. I tug hard
on the ropes, keeping my hands in fists so they don't slide through the
slip knots yet. This makes me moan loud again and again. Hearing it
makes me hotter and thinking of the man I imagine hearing it makes it
hotter than that. He knows how close he made me and he isn't letting me
finish. He laughs at me; at how dirty I look, pushing my cunny against
the rope like a dog trying to hump somebody's leg.
I get tired and drop back on my bed. The frustration of trying to finish
but not getting there is SO hot! The room is a bit cool and I can feel
how hard I have been struggling as a little tickle of sweat drips off my
forehead. My moaning breaks off into barely muffled sobbing.
In some of the stories I have seen when someone is close to finishing,
or cumming as they call it, the bondage person sometimes makes the tied
up person beg. I never understood how that could happen before this
time. Laying there, knowing how close I was getting but not able to
cross over I really did.
It had made me hot to read about it and I started doing it now, begging
my imaginary man to let me finish.
"Please, I need to."
Need to what?
"I need to finish!"
It wouldn't be that easy. No, not with my imaginary man. He was always
mean to me, as mean as I could make him be. He would use words to tease
me when he didn't touch me.
You dirty little slut!
"No!" (I really did say the things in quotes aloud, but just thought the
parts my imaginary man would say.)
Tell me you are a dirty little slut!
"NO!" I said loud and sobbed, feeling his dirty words burn hot between
my cunny lips, making me hotter and wetter.
I had done this part before, although not out loud very often. I don't
get a lot of time alone. Being made to say dirty things out loud is more
powerful than saying them to myself or even softly.
My imaginary bondage man teases me some more. My hips move, rubbing the
rope against my button, what the stories call a clit, and I imagine it's
him, teasing me, making me need to beg him, to make me say the dirty words.
Say it!
I arch off the bed, trying to rub my clit against his teasing finger. I
can feel the ropes cutting into my wrists hard and I don't care. I do
care but it makes me hotter to feel this. I feel tears in my eyes as I
try to get enough touch to finish. I can almost get there but not enough.
One part of me knows this is just a game and the rest of me is all the
way into it. The man has a beard and dark eyes and he is huge, taller
than my dad. He is leaning over me, watching my face, rubbing my clit,
making me twist and turn and cry.
Dirty SLUT!
The dirty name makes my clit jump. My hips move, trying to go higher. He
knows if he pinched my nipples I would finish right now, so he won't. I
know I could get him to let me finish by saying the words, but I am too
proud. I want to be rescued but I don't. I want to finish.
You are a dirty, wet, sexy little SLUT!
That's a big part of it. Being sexy, like the women in the pictures. I
know that flat as I am with no real shape I'm not really sexy, but to
this imaginary man I am. I guess that means he's a pervert like I'm
supposed to stay away from in chat rooms. I want to be sexy, though. I
want someone to want to touch me, tease me, tie me up and do things to
me, make me do and say dirty things.
I fell back on the bed and cried. Real tears. I was so close, so very
close and he won't let me finish.
You don't deserve to cum yet, you filthy, hot little slut!
This sent me into another struggle, fighting, yanking at the ropes. If
my hand pulled free it would be on my cunny in a second.
"Stop teasing me, please!"
I was really into my fantasy. I guess it sounds really weird when I
write about it like this, saying it like I really was being teased and
talked to by some man, but that's how it felt. I was talking out loud to
someone who was there in only my imagination. When I heard it coming
around the gag in my mouth it didn't make me feel weird or silly, but
made me hot and embarrassed for begging the imaginary bondage man.
You are going to suffer until you beg me, like a good little slut! Beg
for your cum, or I'll keep you like this!
I knew I wouldn't really stay here, that I could get loose if I relaxed
my hands and wiggled them they would pull out of the slip knot loops.
It's part of how I make it better, that it's not really me making this
happen.
"I can't! I can't say it! It's dirty!"
Like you? You are DIRTY, HORNY, SEXY, little CUNT!
That's a word that feels dirtier to me than just cunny. I've always
called mine a cunny. I learned to call it, and myself, one by reading
the stories on the Internet.
That's how I felt by then. Like my entire body was my cunny, aching to
finish. I felt like I could finish from someone scratching my head.
BEG!
"I... I am...I am a dirty...dirty little slut. OH, GOD! PLEASE LET ME CUM!"
I was grinding my hips, rubbing the rope against my clit and cunny lips,
hearing imaginary laughter as I let my hands go limp. I needed to finish
so bad I couldn't wait any more.
Like always, the ropes won't let go right away. I was trying to pull on
both of them, feeling them give a little. I couldn't stop talking
through my scarf gag.
"Oh, god, please, I need to cum so bad. I'm a slut, I'm a cunt. I need
to cum. I'm a dirty, filthy, hot little CUNT!"
My right hand slipped out of the rope and I reached for my clit,
forgetting the rope in my way. It was too tight; I couldn't pull it away
from my clit!
If I had stopped to think about it, I know I would have been able to
free my other hand with my right hand. I wasn't thinking. I was too hot.
"Oh, god, no, please, please. I'm a slut. I'm a cunt. I'm dirty, filthy,
horny. I'm a cunt! CUNT!"
I was screaming the dirty word as I tried to tug the rope away from my
cunny so I could finish. I clawed at the rope, at the knot, my fingers
shaking. My left wrist finally pulled loose from the slipknot loop and I
could attack it with both hands.
I don't know how, but I got it untied. I yanked the soaking wet panties
away and my fingers finally found my clit.
I exploded like never before. I didn't even know it until after I
stopped but I was screaming the whole time. It just went on and on. It
seemed like it would slow down, then it would build again. Over and
over. It just kept going. I don't know how many times it did it, but I
just know that I eventually stopped rubbing.
I remembered to breathe in and it was like I hadn't breathed in a long
time. My throat was raw, that's how I know I was screaming. My body was
wet all over from sweat and the bed under my bottom was soaked, like my
panties had been. My bedroom smelled of my wet cunny. I don't know why,
but I began shaking, all over, like a shiver, but I wasn't really cold.
After being filled with explosions for so long I felt empty without them
happening.
I don't know how long I lay in my bed like that, shaking, breathing. I
finally sat up to get my legs untied and felt dizzy. If I didn't have to
get up then I probably would have taken a nap like that.
I did have to get up, though, and so I untied my legs and got my room
cleaned up. I pulled my soaking wet panties the rest of the way off and
had to put fresh sheets on my bed. I put the sheets and panties in the
washing machine along with other dirty clothes from my room. Mom might
think it strange that I would wash clothes without being told to, but
that wouldn't tell her why. I had everything back to normal a little bit
before mom came home.
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