


	In A Bind

	I heard His soft tap at the door.  I glanced around quickly to be sure everything was as He had requested.  The horse was set up and the stepladder I needed to get up on it was close by.  The rope hung down from the two rings set far apart in the ceiling.   The toys were all laid out on the chair.  He could easily see each one and pick what He wanted to use on me.  I felt a quick little quiver when I thought about that.  I had placed my choice in the center of the group.  He had told me to pick something for Him to use on me...and where I wanted it used.  I had that decision made.  I looked down at myself.  I was dressed as I was told.  I wore the red bra and panties...with the alterations.  My nipples protruded from the holes cut in the bra and the long slit in the crotch of the panties exposed my cunt.
	Mistress had gone to the door to greet Him so I had more moments of anticipation.  I slipped off my slippers and robe and sat on the side of the bed.  I lowered my head, took a deep breath, and waited.
	I didn't have to wait long.  He came in and walked over to me.  He had brought some new rope with Him and laid it at the foot of the bed.  He greeted me, turned, and told me to stand.  He looked at the dangling rope and told me to put on the wrist restraints.  I wasted no time.
           He moved me to stand in front of Him with my back to Him.  He placed His hands on either side of my neck and began to knead the muscles there.  That first touch, whatever it is, is always electric - like being startled by the gunshot that often signals the beginning of a foot race.  His fingers went deep into the muscles and I relaxed easily.  His hands glided over my back.  I was calm, centered...ready.  This calm would not last long.
	"Raise your arms." I did and He quickly attached the wrist restraints to the ends of the ropes and pulled my arms high over my head.  He gave a quick pull to make sure they were drawn tight.
	"Spread your legs."  I did that, too....and waited...anticipated.
	He moved to face me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes.  His hands moved over me softly so that when He pinched a nipple I was startled.   He stroked it, pinched again, and squeezed it between His fingers...hard.   He filled His hands with my breasts and kneaded them, gently at first...sensually.  His grasp tightened and I moaned softly as the pain grew.
	He raised the lower edge of the blindfold.  He held His hands close to my face so that I could see as He opened the knife He held and showed me the blade.  He shut out the picture by quickly lowering the blindfold.  
	I trust Him.  Mistress trusts Him.  I don't believe He'd ever do me any harm.  However, I couldn't help the shiver when He touched the tip of it to my skin.  It moved up my arm.  I didn't move.  The blade of it roamed over my body.  The innate fear associated with His action had its effect.  I was on the cutting edge...of the knife and sensation.  I heard the click as He closed the blade.  
	I heard Him move about.  He was back at my breasts.  He seated the nipple clamp firmly in place.  My body stiffened as it bit in.  He put the other one on and the effect was doubled.  He tapped at them and this sent ripples of pain/pleasure straight to my cunt.  My desire was on the rise.  He didn't leave them there very long.  I gasped as He took them off.  They'd been on long enough to cause that deep pain when they are removed.  He raised my bra and put His mouth to a nipple.  They'd been on long enough that this pain/pleasure was intense.  He treated the other one to His mouth.  I could feel His beard rub over my skin.  
	His hand replaced His mouth and He began slapping them.  They weren't light touches.  Back and forth He went.
	"Lean into it."  I did.  I tilted  my head away from His hands and arched my back to Him...to His hand.  I welcomed each one with dread and desire. 
	He went behind me.  He unhooked the bra.  His hand slid between my legs... finding the slit in the panties...finding my clit.  His fingers moved over it.  I was getting lost in the pleasure.  His hand reached around me and, as He increased the stimulation, I backed into Him...hoping to stimulate Him.  
	He stopped.  An open hand fell hard on my ass.  I knew a second one would follow...it always does.  I didn't wait long.  I arched again, reaching my ass back to Him...waiting...wanting more.  The slaps were very hard.  There was no rhythm.  Some came close together.  Some were far enough apart that I thought He'd finished only to be surprised when another one landed.
	He pulled the top of my panties up high and I felt the pull all along my cunt.  He tugged at them over and over.  I wanted to cum.  He slapped some more.  
	"Next time W/we play, wear a thong.."  He pulled them down.  "Step out of them."
	"Yes Sir."
	"What did you choose for me to torture you with?"
	I told Him I'd picked the short flogger  The tails are about a foot long and there are many of them.
	"And where do you want me to use it?'
	I hesitated for a moment.  It's hard for me to say these things out loud.  My body, however, has no trouble urging me to reply.  It wants this to begin in earnest.  It wants to feel it strike.  It knows its touch.  It knows its pain.  It knows its pleasure.
	"Between my legs, Sir."
	"Here?" He said as it touched me there lightly.
	"Yes Sir."
	He nudged my legs apart with it and I spread them wide in anticipation.  He tapped lightly with it.  His motions were rhythmic.  He struck my breasts with it and I moved my head out of its way.  I relished this...wanted more.  He moved it back between my legs.
	"You know, I'm not doing this with much force.  But you also know that the longer I do this, the more sensitive you become."
	"Yes Sir."  I was very aware of it.  And He knew what He was talking about.  The longer it went on, the more its effect was increased...both pleasure and pain.
	He had moved behind me and was treating my ass and thighs to its bite.  He was all over me with it.  He came back to face me and went to work on my cunt again.  I wanted to cum.  But His motion didn't increase.  He maintained the steady rhythm and I heard myself groaning with it.
	"Please Sir, can I cum....please."
	"Cum."	
	And cum I did.  My body reached to meet each stroke as the pain/pleasure drove me up on my toes and steadily to the edge and sent me plunging over it into a throbbing, trembling climax.  He slipped His hand into my wet cunt as I began to come down from it.  His fingers were again at my swollen, sensitive clit.  He was working it hard when I felt the lash from behind.  Mistress was wielding it...firmly.  It only distracted me for a moment.
	He put an arm around my waist to steady me as His fingers increased their movement and pressure.  She kept up Her steady pace on my ass.  I was in ecstasy now.  The pain was just as intense as the pleasure.  My body was lost in wave after wave of sensation.  
	"Please......."  It was a breathless plea.
	"Yes."
	The orgasm crashed into me from all directions.  My whole body was rocked by it.  My fingers dug into the restraints that held me there.  I was held fast by what I was feeling....motionless as it crested....every muscle rigid.  Then the spasms began.  I jerked at the extreme pleasure that came now from each touch...sublimely sensitive.  Sandwiched between Them, my body writhed....touched by both, touching both.
	Their motions stopped.  His arm was still supporting me as He released my hands. He let me catch my breath. As my body began to calm itself, He walked across the room and came back with the coil of rope He had brought with Him.    
	"Come here."  I followed His voice to stand before Him..  "Turn around."
	He had been opening the package of rope and touched it to my back.  It was very rough...prickly.  He wound a length of it around me.  He captured my breasts with it as He drew it across my chest and back behind again.  It itched.  It pricked my skin.  He circled me with it several more times pulling it tighter as He went.  He fixed it in place there and moved it down my belly.  
	"Spread your legs." He slid it between my legs and up the crack of my ass.  He tugged at it until there was no slack and it found my clit.  He tugged again, making sure it was very taut.  He secured it so that it pulled at my breasts and cunt.  
	He tormented me with it.  And, at the same time, excited me with it.  Along the entire length of it, the fibers stuck me.  It was nothing severe but I was aware of every inch of it.  He talked to me as His fingers dug into my breasts.  He was telling me what kind of rope this was.  He was pointing out the effect of it on the skin.  He was moving it so that it rubbed deliciously through my cunt.  He said it was very inexpensive, a good investment....especially when one considered the effect it produced.  He continued to talk and stimulate me until I could no longer hear Him.  I was going to cum.
	"Please Sir, I want to cum."
	"Cum."
	I gave into all He was doing to my body.  I could feel the rope everywhere but especially where it and His fingers met at my clit.  I ground myself into it, into His touch.  I came again.  He again steadied me until I began to relax from its strength.
	"Kneel."
	I turned to face Him and went to my knees.  I heard as He took His zipper down.  He put His cock to my mouth and I opened it to take Him in.  The tip of His cock was slick with His excitement and He slid in easily.  I ran my tongue along its warm length, taking Him deep into my throat, savoring the taste of it.  I heard His soft moan of pleasure.
	He pushed my head away.  He guided me, on my knees, to the bed where He laid down on His back.  He positioned me between His knees and I lowered my head to resume what I'd started.  He grew longer and firmer as I licked and sucked and massaged Him with my tongue.  I felt the veins distend as He neared His climax.  I felt that first vague tremor as His orgasm began.  I swallowed the hot cum that spurted over and over against the back of my throat.  Even after He was done, I continued to stroke Him with my tongue...delighting as the small spasms continued with each touch.  All through this, I was still keenly aware of the rope.  My own excitement stayed at a high level.
	I raised my head and rested on my knees.  I heard as He zipped His pants back up.  He backed me up a little and stood.  He helped me up.
	He began removing the roped that held my cunt.  My breasts were not released.  
	"Lay on your stomach on the bed."  I wondered what was in store for me now but quickly did as I was told.  "Put your hands behind you."  He wasted no time clipping the wrist restraints together.  He raised both my feet at the same time and began winding the scratchy rope around them.  He was going to hog-tie me.  There would have been little I could have done to stop Him even if I had wanted to.  And I had no desire to stop this.
	He finished tying my ankles together and proceeded to secure them to my wrists.  He tightened it to remove any slack and then pulled it one more time.  That extra tug was just enough to strain my muscles and let the rope dig in just enough to make its presence known.  I could feel it grind into my ankles and into the skin around my breasts.  Any movement made it more intense.
	He let me lay like that for a few minutes.  The position had begun as only slightly uncomfortable.  I moved slightly hoping to take the pressure off somewhat but it made no difference except to increase the rope's pull everywhere.
	I felt His hand on me.  He was working it under me to find my cunt.  When He did find it, He was relentless.  His touch was hard...insistent.  The movements were fast...demanding.  My body responded to the intensity.  I was writhing on the bed with my need to cum, mindless of the burning from the ropes.  
	"Sir...please...please let me cum."
	As soon as I asked, permission was given.  And, just as soon, He increased the tempo and pressure of His fingers.  My back arched and I could feel my body fight the restraints as the orgasm began.  I felt my own juices as they ran out of me onto Him.  I came hard and fast.
	This time, I wasn't given a chance to rest.  His hand didn't stop.  Rather, He again increased the pressure and speed.  As He did, I rolled right into another climax.  Again, there was no time to come down.  He kept on and on and my body kept up with the frantic pace He set.  Each time I thought I was too sensitive to bear even one more touch, my body arched into another cum.  I don't know how long this went on.  It was an eternity of pleasure.  
	He stopped.  I went limp in the in the restraints....gasping for breath....trembling as the throbbing in my cunt slowed and then stopped.  My feet were released and I was grateful to be able to relax my legs and back.  He helped me sit and then stand so He could remove the remaining ropes.
	He sat me back down on the bed.  This session was over.  Mistress and He talked for a little while as He prepared to leave.  I thanked both of Them sincerely.  I knew I would be put to bed for a nap soon and my mind was already drifting.  
	
	                                      ......annie
	
