The Mammoth Book of Lesbian Erotica (74 page)

Moving with burning intensity and purpose, she sat the box down beside me and opened it, taking from it a coil of dark blue hemp rope; so dark it was almost actually purple. As the rope
uncoiled, she let it fall on my lower back and ass. It felt amazing, sliding softly over my tender skin. Quickly finding the middle point of the rope, she pulled me upright and left me sitting on
my knees. She dropped to her knees and teased my nipples with her fingers for a while, pinching and caressing, sometimes brushing my nipples with the soft rope, grass scented rope. Then she began
wrapping her ropes around my body, and I could feel the ropes caressing my skin, like her hands had just been, and her hands still wanted to be as they kept stopping to pinch and tease my nipples.
I could feel the ropes taking hold of my mind, driving me into a place of mental submission, where my bound mind would soon match my bound body.

As she wrapped the blue rope around my chest, over and under my breasts, over my shoulders, I simply sat there and swayed gently as her ropes tightened around me, holding me as a lover would.
When she finished her work the chest harness she had fashioned looked beautiful, accentuating my breasts and the curves of my upper body. She leaned me back against her so she could caress my own
rope-clad body; I laid my head back against her shoulder, breathing harder now through my open lips and I spread my knees for her, placing my palms face up, so I could more fully show her my
submission. I knew instantly that she noticed this slight change in my posture, because I could hear it in the way her breathing hitched momentarily, betraying her excitement.

She nipped at my neck and shoulders, stinging hard little bites that almost made me cry out. Choosing a particularly delicious part of my neck, she kissed the spot deeply, sucking hard which
created a feeling much like that of the dark embrace of a vampire. I swooned; my eyelids fluttered, and I felt the temperature of the room rising in great leaps and bounds. I became light-headed
and my body sagged against hers. She pulled away from my neck, and instead began to kiss my open lips. This brought me back into myself, and I returned the kiss for a few blissful moments before
she abruptly stood up, and pulled me to my feet as well.

Grasping the few feet of rope hanging from my completed chest harness, she pulled my hands behind my back and firmly tied them there, thrusting my breasts out further. As I stood there,
trembling with excitement, she ran her hands, her wonderfully deft fingers, over my chest, touching my breasts, my shoulders, my back; sometimes tugging the ropes that now covered my skin maybe to
adjust a rope or maybe just to watch me sway gently as she tugged. Though the room had been cool to begin with, I was now rather hot; the instant she had started tying me it felt warmer to me, as
if the rope was a warm blanket that enveloped my body. She looked at me, drinking in the vision of me before her, adorned in her ropes and hungry for violation, her blue eyes burning in the
flickering candlelight.

She picked up the box that contained her rope and, pulling me obediently along behind her by my chest harness, she walked out of the room. I followed her throughout the house until we reached
our destination. She opened a glass door that opened onto a large room with three walls of brick and one of glass. There were many large and looming, ominous yet sexy looking objects in the room, a
spanking bench and a St Andrew’s cross, among others, but it wasn’t these objects that we approached. Instead she walked me toward the single largest thing occupying the room, a
beautiful golden wood spiral staircase.

She had set the scene in this room; I had had nothing at all to do with it. Lights were strung around the stairs, giving off a subtle glow similar to the candlelight that we had just left, but
bright enough to illuminate the entire scene clearly. On our way to the stairs, we passed a metal clothing rack, but it held nothing as innocent as clothes. Instead, hanging from hangers and hooks
were a wide variety of paddles and floggers, slappers and crops, pretty much every kind of striking implement one could desire, creating a raging fire of excitement and anxious anticipation inside
of me. I knew that anything was possible; I knew that I was in her world now, and unmistakably and completely vulnerable to her whims, however devious they might turn out to be.

She stopped me directly underneath the spiral stairs, so the largest central post was to my right and the stairs curled lazily above my head. I was looking out the two-story wall of windows into
a land of deserted wooded wilderness. It was dusk, and the dark purple glow of the sky was entrancing; a beautiful shade that was so similar to the dark blue hemp ropes encircling my small breasts.
As I stood there, my body shivering with anxiousness and longing, she placed her box of rope down on the ground, opened it again and pulled out another tight coil of blue hemp rope. She whipped
this piece of rope around my hips skillfully, making a sort of belt around my midsection, and tying it off with much rope remaining, which she let fall graciously around my feet.

She then securely attached another piece of rope to the back of the chest harness she had finished and, throwing the remaining rope over one of the steps above our heads, she grasped the rope
and pulled it taut. At her direction, I bent forward at the hips and I felt a tightening of the ropes around my chest as she began to tie, finishing it off with a beautiful coil. Then she took the
rope that remained from the tie around my midsection, and did the same thing with it, throwing it over another step and pulling it taut as well. When she pulled this rope, my hips lifted and my
entire body was straining to hold itself somehow, fully bent at the hips, ass exposed, my toes barely touching the floor anymore yet still trying to hold me still.

My breathing began to grow faster and harder, partially from the excitement and partially from the physical strain as well. I didn’t know what else she could do, what else she had planned.
She stepped away from me for a second, just to watch me struggle in my predicament. I couldn’t see her, not even her reflection in the glass, but I knew that she was still there, watching.
After a few moments of my struggle, holding myself for a moment with my toes before losing my balance and swinging forward or backward a few inches and catching myself again, she came to me and
steadied me with her hand. She ran her hands over my exposed ass, down my quivering thighs, and to calves that were tightly flexed.

She began spanking my ass, slapping gently with her hands, side to side, growing harder and harder with each blow. I moaned from the sensation of her slapping hands, thinking I could endure it
forever with no problem. But she kept going and it seemed as if she would never stop; the spanking got more painful, my ass burning as time went on, my left leg growing weaker and weaker as I tried
to keep my balance and hold myself there. I began whimpering and wiggling under her hand. After what seemed like forever, she stopped, and I am sure that by this time, my ass was quite a dark pink
for her.

She went to the metal rack holding her various tools of delicious torture, and she chose a large paddle in the shape of a coffin, one side covered in purple suede and the other side in black
patent leather with the shape of a cross emblazoned in round metal studs. With care she rubbed the soft cool suede leather on my burning red ass, comforting my cheeks immensely, before pulling back
and smacking them with the soft suede, showing me that it doesn’t have to feel good.

She worked long and hard with that paddle, working my ass over, spanking me hard with the suede side, the caressing sweetly for a few moments. She turned it over and caressed my ass with the
studded patent side as well, and it took me by surprise, the coldness of it and its studs, I deeply drew in a breath and pressed my ass out toward her further, causing me to lose my already
unsteady balance. I swayed, but she caught me, then smacked my ass with that vicious black studded side as well, softly and gently at first, but gaining in intensity as she had proven herself so
good at doing. Then she played for a while switching sides of the paddle and switching sides of my ass as well, until I was moaning and crying out, my ass ablaze with her dark red markings.

Returning the paddle to its place on the rack, she picked up a new coil of rope and unwrapped it. With this unused piece of rope draped over her shoulder, she took a hold of my ankle and pulled
it up, folding my leg back at the knee and pressing my heel snugly against my ass. She began to wrap my leg in this position, moving so quickly and easily that before I realized what had happened
she had finished wrapping that leg, and had pulled the rope over a step and tied it as she had the ropes before it. I was now precariously dangling in the air with one leg still desperately
reaching for the ground. The quickly darkening windows reflected a sea of coiled ropes around my body, reaching this way and that, holding and supporting my various body parts. Without sparing
another thought, she grabbed another rope, reached for my left leg and lifted it into the same position as the other and began wrapping and tying it the same way.

Now fully suspended in ropes, my body no longer under my own control and completely helpless, she let go of the ropes holding me and I swung forward towards the glass, rushing at my own
reflection. As I swung back to her, she grabbed my hips and stopped me from flying forward again, letting me know that she was in full control. I could feel the ropes as they caressed me all over
my body, but these were not typical caresses. The caress of rope is different, especially when the rope in question holds my full body weight in the air, feet above the ground. Rope holds the body
tightly, forcefully, like a strong and determined passionate lover, and the rope is not afraid to bite into tender skin.

I felt every particle of my body; each and every nerve was singing with sensation. My heart was pounding and I could feel the blood as it flowed through every artery and every vein. My breath
was quick and ragged, and my chest burned every time I inhaled, constricted by the secure grip of the ropes. The way my legs were tied my thighs were forced apart, rendering me utterly unable to
hide my pussy, which was now undoubtedly drenched. Even trying to close my thighs an inch made me swing madly from side to side. I knew that she was enjoying the sight of me like this, thinking
about how I always liked to be so in control of everything; control was now nothing but a vague concept to me, a fleeting idea that had no reality in my world any more. The only things that were
real to me now were my body, the ropes, and her.

As I hung there swinging through the air, I felt her hands fall away from my body and the ropes holding me. I heard a familiar click, the lube being opened, but I could not see what was
receiving the lube, if it were a toy or her fingers. She had yet to touch my pussy, and being ignored had so far succeeded in making my pussy extremely wet. But it wasn’t my pussy she had in
mind. I felt a gentle pressure around my asshole, and it opened up easily with the assistance of the lube, allowing in a small yet wicked butt plug. Every last nerve in my ass burned with delight,
craving to be fucked, but she stopped after inserting the butt plug. She simply allowed it to remain there, holding my tight hole open, giving me the feeling of being fucked motionlessly. She
disappeared from my sight again and I soon lost all sense of where she had gone. Muscles all over my body were still straining, quickly becoming exhausted as they struggled to regain the slightest
illusion of control. I closed my eyes as I swung, letting my mind drift through this space, feeling the wonderful sensations from my ass and breathing deeply through the exquisite pain that
throbbed in my tiring muscles.

I opened my eyes abruptly as a hand, her hand, roughly grasped the hair on the back of my head and forced my head down until my parted lips met a hard spear of purple silicone. She had slipped
on her strap-on, what she called her butchcock, as she had stood in the shadows watching my body writhe and swing in the prison of ropes she had made for me. It fit her well as it always did; the
five-inch cock just right for a dyke of her size, barely 5 feet 3 inches and a muscular physique. I loved the way the black straps wrapped around her body, offset beautifully by her milky white
skin. The thought that beneath that cock was a throbbing clit made my pussy drip with desire.

My mouth opened fully to take her butchcock in. She kept her hand on the back of my head, guiding my swinging body to meet hers. Her butchcock hit the back of my throat time and time again, a
good two inches still outside my lips. She thrust her hips forward and shoved my mouth farther down the shaft of her butchcock, making me gag as my throat opened up to allow the full length. Her
free hand fumbled to grab the stairs above my head in an attempt to hold her body steady as she fucked my mouth harder, becoming more and more aroused as she did. Her eyes were open, watching and
enjoying every tiny detail of her oral assault on me. Every time her butchcock would hit the back of my throat, she would force herself past, ignoring the sounds of my gag reflex and the hot tears
that had begun to stream freely down my face. Letting go of the step, she grabbed my head with both hands, and thrust deeply into my throat. I could tell that she had come in my mouth by the way
her body was convulsing and by the fact that she had allowed a long low moan to escape her lips.

Her body gleamed with sweat and she began to back away, pulling her butchcock almost all the way out of my drooling mouth, but I caught it with my lips and began licking and sucking again with
fervour. I looked up at her, my cheeks hot and wet and my eyes still swimming with tears, with a ravished look that showed her just how much I had enjoyed what she had just done to me. I let her
butchcock bob out of my mouth and straining to get my lips close to the base, close to the leather that barely hid her female sex underneath the purple cock, I licked shamelessly up the quivering
shaft and kissed the gleaming purple head.