A Passion for Bondage 8

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A Passion for Bondage 8: Hell’s Belles Halloween Party

A very rich Mayleen and her partner, Aika, created a club for their lesbian, kinky, B&D loving friends, and called it “Hell’s Belles.”  In this chapter, they’re having a Halloween party.  There will be a lot of strict bondage, sticky predicaments and nasty punishments, not to mention unlimited sex between the seven current members of that club.  For this Halloween, they added a real coffin with soft padding, straps inside to hold the victim, and a locking lid.  Rather typical of their games.  The whole club is addicted to real helplessness and seek any chance to experience it.  To add to the atmosphere, a storm blows in, with lots of thunder and lightning.  But this party will have an uninvited guest, a very scary one!

Word Count = 45,000

She was placed directly under a small hole in the ceiling.  Having very vivid imaginations, they had installed an electric hoist in the ceiling.  At the touch of a button on the remote, the hoist unwounded and lowered a metal ring at the end of a steel cable.  The motor on the hoist was powerful and could lift a ton of weight all the way up to the ceiling.  Hauling up even a large, heavy woman was not problem for it.

Taking one of the ropes, Aika began the binding of her friend.  First, Mayleen was told to lay on her back, lift her legs straight up, and wrap her arms around them.  The first rope was used to tie her wrists together in a crossed position.  With skilled fingers she wrapped the rope around the wrists first one way then the other.  That made the rope form a X pattern.  She then cinched the ropes down tightly and knotted the end firmly.  A small length of rope was left hanging down from the knots.

The second stage of Mayleen’s binding was simple.  Aika tied her ankles together, cinched the windings down, then tied the rope to the ring at the end of the cable.  She pressed the button and the ring began rising towards the ceiling.  When Mayleen’s legs were straight up and her ass was about to be lifted from the floor, Aika halted the hoist.

The rope that had trailed off from the knots at Mayleen’s wrists was then taken  and passed up to her bound ankles where the end of knotted several times as tightly as Aika could make it.

In the game of Escape Artist, the whole point was to make the player as truly helpless as possible.  By tying the final knots up at her ankles, and on the opposite side from her hands, Aika make it impossible for Mayleen to reach up and work at the knots

Mayleen said nothing as she was being bound.  Once her hands and feet had been tied and the cable lowered, she knew exactly the task ahead of her.  So it was no surprise when Aika touched the remote again and Mayleen’s feet continued their journey towards the ceiling.

The ropes around her ankles tightened down as her weight was taken up, but Aika had used a lot of rope and windings, so that binding was fairly comfortable.  In a few seconds her back was leaving the floor and the hoist was stopped only when the lowest part of Mayleen’s hanging body was two feet off the floor.

Aika, smiling all the while, took a hold of Mayleen’s shoulder and set her to spinning around.  Then she pushed and set Mayleen to swinging back and forth.  After toying with helpless and naked woman for a bit, she doubled checked all the knots and nodded satisfaction.

But she was not finished with making her friend uncomfortable.  From the dresser, she took a rubber ball gag and fitted in into Mayleen’s mouth.  The bound woman opened her mouth obediently and allowed herself to be gagged, there being really no reason to fight it.

But that was not all!  From the dresser, Aika took a butt plug and a tube of lubricant.  Mayleen looked over, saw what was coming and moaned into the gag.  The plug was made of hard rubber and a distorted cylinder.  From a narrow point, it widened for about four inches then suddenly narrowed down to a thin shaft.  Behind that, it widened dramatically into a disk.  Aika anointed the plug with lubricant until it glistened in the light.  Using the fingers of one hand, she spread the ass cheeks to fully expose the anus.  The point was placed into that small opening and she pushed against the back of the plug.  At first it entered easily but then, as it widened, Aika had to push harder.  Mayleen moaned as it was forced in.  It really was rather large for that small hole, and not comfortable at all.

Suddenly the plug slid in as if it was sucked in.  The sphincter muscle closed around the narrow part.  Aika put away the lubricant and wiped her fingers on a rag.  She knew from personal experience (and having done this before to Mayleen) that the butt plug could not be expelled by any effort Mayleen could generate herself.  It would have to be pulled out.

Satisfied finally, Aika patted Mayleen’s bare ass and told her, “You have one hour to escape.  If you fail, your punishment will to have to stay like this for an additional hour.  That seems reasonable to me.”

Mayleen did not try to object.  For one thing, the rubber ball filling her mouth and forcing her tongue down would make speech very difficult.  But also, she knew that both the way she was tied and the punishment that was to come were really rather mild.

“I’ll see you later,” Aika said as she headed for the door.

Mayleen was already trying to reach the knots where the rope was tied at her wrists.  Not that she truly expected to make any progress with them.  They were not the final knots.  Those were up at her ankles.  For a while she tried to pull her hands out of the ropes, then tried tugging on them to see if she could create any slack.  Both of those efforts failed.

Finally she ceased the efforts and settled down to waiting out her hour.  It was not a comfortable way to be bound but she had endured much worse.  The butt plug was a discomfort but that, plus the wonderful helpless feeling that was overtaking her, was making her horny.  Being tied and truly helpless always did that to her.  As the hour stretched out, and during the extra hour of punishment time, her frustration would only increase.  That was the wonderful agony of this type of game.

And she loved it.