A Passion for Bondage 7

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A Passion for Bondage: The Long Timers

Some women like to be tied up when having sex; it adds a dash of spice.  Some women like to be tied up even if not having sex right then.  It excites them.  Then there are those special women who love feeling helpless for more than a few minutes.  Those unique women are content to be bound and gagged and left like that for hours, even longer.  Those are the ones they call the “Long Timers.”

From a cryptic hint, Cindy learns there is a group of bondage loving females who specialize in prolonged, strict bondage sessions, something that appeals to her love of being bound and helpless.  Pursuing this lead, she finds the group is real and even more than she expected.  But getting accepted by them is not easy, and the entrance exam nearly scares her off.  But she does love extreme rope bondage and they offer the best she’s ever seen.

But who is that mysterious woman who shows up now and then to observe Cindy while she is helpless?  She is bound in a single glove and wears a discipline hood.  She says nothing and leaves as mysteriously as she came.

Another novel from the master of B&D fiction, filled with tightly bound naked women, lesbian sadists, submissives galore, predicaments that are true ordeals, and tons of helplessness.

Word Count = 42,000

I had met Marsha a couple of time and knew her slightly.  She was a pretty auburn haired. slender girl with fair sized breasts and fair legs.   A little on the slender side but not downright skinny.  She had the tendency to look and sound as if in terrible pain when tied up, but it was mostly show.  After all the moaning and groaning, she would be ready to be tied again.  Sort of masochistic but nothing extreme.  He gagged her with the standard ball gag and then stood back.  I noticed that she was looking nervous, and guessed that was because she knew what he was going to do next.  And wasn’t completely comfortable with it.

And she had good reason to be uneasy.  He took her off the chair and laid her on the floor of the stage so he could bind her ankles up to the ropes around her elbows in a nice, very tight hogtie.  Her body arched nicely and I could see the strain in her eyes.  But she made no signs of protest as he continued.

I knew just how much strain that kind of hogtie can be on the body.  Actually, it was one of my favorite positions, even though stressful.  Or maybe because it was so stressful.  Anyway, he turned it into something else entirely.

Someone had welded a large metal ring onto the stripper’s pole about seven feet of the floor.  Her boyfriend, I think his name was Randy, tied the end of a length of rope to that around her legs above her knees.  I watched with interest because I wasn’t sure what he was planning.  Oh, by the way, I was also tied, being my common condition when at the club.  Only my arms behind by back but with the fishnet stockings, tiny hot pants, very high heels, and topless, I looked pretty good, if I do say so.  The red rubber ball gag added a nice touch.

Randy stood on the chair and passed the rope through that ring on the pole.  Then he moved Marsha so that she was resting with her knees touching the pole.  He began pulling on the rope.

I almost gasped when he did that.  He was actually going to suspend her by her knees!  I’d never seen anyone suspended like that while hogtied before.  Suspension was not unusual but while hogtied…!  Her legs lifted off the floor which sort of squashed her breasts against the wooden floor.  She had to turn her head aside to keep from having her face pressed against the hard surface.  Her legs went up, followed by her hips.  Her breasts slid across the floor as her body was pulled towards the pole.

By then a lot of people were watching with interest.

Someone knelt and held her head as her breasts left the floor so she wouldn’t hit it against the pole.  Robert continued to pull on the rope and Marsha continued to rise until her bound legs were higher than my head.  That put her head about level with my waist.  Only then did he tie the rope off.

I had to cringe as I saw how very tightly that suspension made the ropes cut into her legs.  All her weight was trying to cinch those rope down tighter.  It had to hurt!  I mean, really hurt.

Ah, but he was not finished!  There was more to her suffering.  Using more rope, he tied her body against the pole.  Rope went around her body at the level of her ankles, her waist and again at her elbows.  Those ropes lashed her solidly against the metal pole.  I hoped that they also took some of her weight so that it was not all on her knees.  But I didn’t think that did much to help.

He tied rope around her neck and the pole to hold her head against it with the side of her face against the pole.  I could tell that it wasn’t constricting on her throat but certainly restricted movement even more.

The final touch was when he went round the pole and tied a short piece of cord around one nipple.  The cord was sort of a thick twine and was knotted tightly around her nipple.  Another cord went around the other nipple.  With both of them tightly constricted, he pulled the cords together and tied them.  Her breasts were now pulled together on the other side of the pole, the nipples almost touching.  That had to also hurt, but I was not sure if she really noticed.  The rest of that suspension hogtie had to be hurting a lot more than her poor nipples.

He tied a red ribbon around the cord connecting her nipples but no one seemed interested in adding to her pain.  Most of the people, myself included, were just staring at her contorted and painful position.  I suspect that most of the crowd was feeling admiration for this unique form of bondage.  I know I was fully occupied with imaging what it felt like for her.

At that point I would have seriously considered asking someone to tie me exactly like that.  But the pole was taken.  And Linda was groping my breasts quite roughly. I think the display was turning her on as much as it was me.

Linda and I wandered off for a little lesbian nibbling in one of the rooms.  When I finally could, I returned to the main room and found that Marsha was still hanging there.  One man was trying to slip his hand between her legs but not doing too well.  One of the only disadvantages of being in a hogtie.

I watched for a while, wondering how she was taking what had to be pure torment.  I was still tied but Linda had taken the gag off so we could do a little licking.  I went up to Randy and asked him, “How can she take this?  She’s been tied that way for a long time.”

“Only twenty minutes,” he informed.  “Marsha is one of those girls who like being extremely helpless for long periods.  That’s one of the reasons why I love her.”

“Have you tied her like this before?”

“Actually, yes.  I installed a pole like this in our garage and have hung her like this from a rafter.”

“How long…?”  I had to ask.

“I think the longest was just over an hour.”

“An hour!  How could she take that?”  I was honestly surprised.  I’ve been in some pretty extreme pieces of bondage, but nothing like this and for that amount of time.

“Believe me,” he continued, “She’s quite happy.”

I looked at her closer.  Her eyes were closed.  Her legs below the knees were darker color than the rest of her legs.  Her breathing was even but I noticed her hips were twitching.  I knew that twitch.  She was sexually excited, no question about that.  I was sure that, had I been able to insert a finger into her vagina, I would find it filled with juice and very heated.

I’ll admit that, if my arms were not tied, I would have loved to try to push a finger down between her legs and do the best I could to bring her to an orgasm.  I knew – absolutely knew – that she was desperately horny and probably frustrated as hell.