A Passion for Bondage 2

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A Passion for Bondage: Vicky’s Story Part 2

Book 2 of a series.

The continuing story of Vicky’s search for excitement and the discovery of the kinky side of her desires through bondage and restraints. Although her experienced mentor has already helped her explore many erotic situations, he has made it clear that he will not be her lover – partly because of their age difference and partly because of something else that he will not tell her about. But then he offers to take her to a club where she will meet people with similar interests, and soon her experiences are heading towards a new level with lots of tights ropes and helpless excitement.

Sessions with her mentor continue, each new lesson in strict bondage more severe than the last. She finds herself craving increasingly tight ropes, more intense helplessness and erotic adventures.

Published Dec 2019    45,000 words

Chapter III: Punishment Time

I will have to admit that I find the punishment ties more erotic and satisfying than comfortable ties. I am not sure why that should be, unless it’s because the added bit of pain makes the helplessness stronger and that turns me on more. And they tend to be tighter, more restrictive, and therefore create a more intense feeling of helplessness. Okay so maybe there is a masochistic streak in me – about a mile wide. But so long as I’m not really being hurt what’s wrong with the bit of pain to add some spice to the fun and games?
The next day I decided to ask John to put me in a punishment tie. Actually, what I did was simply tell him that I had been a bad girl. A very bad girl, one that definitely deserved punishment. That was all he needed to understand what I wanted.
He was grinning as he reached for the ropes, which made me wonder just how much of a punishment the tie was going to be, but I said nothing. I had now committed myself, and what was going to happen was going to happen. I have no one to blame but myself. The memory of that back-breaking hogtie came to me. A few hours of that would have me screaming.
It was three o’clock in the afternoon, and as usual, I was naked. John approached me with length of rope in his hand and told me to turn around. I assumed that he would want to tie my elbows together so that’s the way I put my arms behind me but he surprised me. Taking my wrists in his strong hands, he pulled them up on my back and crossed them just above my shoulder blades. He bound them together like that, then immediately began wrapping a long piece of rope around my arms and chest. That had the effect of pinning my arms very tightly to my back. It was very much like a reverse prayer, but with the hands crossed instead of palms facing each other and the elbows pulled together. And, like the first one he had shown me, it completely immobilized my hands and arms. All I could do was wiggle my fingers.
With my arms tightly secured, he turned his attention to the rest of me. He did not, however, tie my legs together like he often did. Instead, he pulled over that special metal chair that he had bought me, and had me stand facing it. Since my back was turned to him, I wasn’t aware of what he was preparing for me. But I found out when he told me to bend forward until my forehead was touching the seat of the chair. He ordered me to spread my legs apart. I wasn’t sure how he planned to tie me to the chair. This was an awkward position and one that didn’t seem conducive to binding me.
I was quite surprised when I felt his hand spreading my ass cheeks apart. Suddenly there was something pressing against the opening to my vagina. I gasped and started to stand up when his firm voice ordered me to bend back down. As the object continued to penetrate me, I realized that it was probably one of those artificial penises, called a “dildo.” Between the way it seemed to be stretching me wider down there, and the fact that it just seemed to keep coming and coming, I’ve wondered just how they big it was. It seemed huge. Once I was over my surprise, however, the intruder began to feel good. It had been a while since a penis, artificial or real, had been in there. John had chosen one that filled me nicely but was not quite big enough to cause too much distress.
When it finally stopped entering, John wrapped some rope around my waist and then passed that between my legs a couple of times. I had crotch ropes before, and this one was pressing quite nicely against my clit, but it was also holding that dildo firmly inside me. Without hands to take the rope off, there was no way that I could get the intruder out of me. And, to be honest, at that point I really didn’t want it to come out. It felt good!
John turned me around and gently pushed me down to the seat. It was strange to be sitting on the hard metal seat with that monster inside me, but also quite exciting. It was a little surprising, in fact, considering this was to be a punishment tie. It was turning out to be quite the opposite actually. So far.
My feet were pulled back where the ankles were tied to the back of the chair. That, of course, forced my knees wide apart. A fair amount of rope was then used to lash my body to the back of the chair. With my ankles tied to the back legs of the chair up by the seat, there was no way that even my toes could touch the floor. All in all, I was pretty solidly tied to the chair.
What I saw next sent a tingle of excitement through me. John was rolling up a rag. A moment later it was being stuffed into my mouth, followed immediately by a dozen wrappings of duct tape. That sticky, strong tape would make sure that that rag stayed in my mouth, and that I would not be doing any talking for a while. I remembered, as he was wrapping the tape around my head, that he had told me this was a good gag to use for long periods of time. Which meant that there was a very good chance of that I would be left tied like this for a period time that would probably be measured in hours.
That prospect didn’t bother me, but it made me wonder why I was tied so relatively comfortably when this was supposed to be a punishment tie. Was it his intent that prolonged immobility was the punishment? Given that I was prone to seeking prolonged sessions, and he knew that, there was something wrong with this picture. Hell, if he left me all night, that would be fine!
As it happened, what he had in mind was not simply a prolonged session, but something that constituted a unique punishment. I found out about this when he pulled a remote control from his pocket, showed it to me and then press the button.
I would’ve jumped up from the seat if it weren’t for the ropes. Deep down inside me that dildo begin to vibrate! It might not have been as strong as the plug-in vibrator that was sometimes used on me, but it was quite strong enough to get my attention!
I must have had a very puzzled look on my face, because he laughed. As the vibrations continue, the effect was to arouse me. And I could not deny that it was doing a good job of that. It wasn’t long before I was making little moaning sounds, wiggling my hips, and well on my way towards orgasm.
This was punishment!?
If so, I was going to tell him I’ve been a bad girl every day! He could punish me like this all he wanted to. I would take my punishment like a real woman.
I was nicely heated up and clenching my thighs, because that made the crotch rope massage my most sensitive spot, when the bastard pressed the button again and the vibrations stopped.
I moaned loudly, considering the gag, and glared at him. I wanted to scream, “Turn it back on, you idiot!” but I couldn’t. I’m sure, however, that he knew what I was thinking. He was grinning at my discomfort.
I watched in disbelief as he stretched himself out on the bed, made himself comfortable, and placed the remote control next to him. With a bemused smile, he settled down to watch me. What he saw was a very frustrated young lady who was straining against the ropes that held her and wanting to tell him just how unfair this was.
Of course, had I been honest with myself, I would’ve remembered that this was supposed to be a punishment. If he had left the vibrator on, and I had an orgasm, what kind of punishment would this be? Then I remembered a term that he had used. “Orgasm denial.” What a horrible term! What a horrible and cruel punishment!
My heated body very slowly began to return to a non-arousal state. Not that I wanted to, but I had little control over the situation. Maybe ten minutes or so passed while he just lay there, relaxing, and silently tormenting me. When he estimated that I had cooled down sufficiently, he casually picked up the remote and pressed the button.
The intruder resumed his stimulation. My body was quick to respond, and once again, without my having control over it, I was heating up. If he would just not touch the button again, for a few minutes, I would be in heaven!
Heaven was not to be mine that day. It was more of a form of hell. While I was solidly immobile, that massive prick inside me continued to torment me. A couple minutes on, then off. Then on again, then off. With incredible skill, he judged just when I was getting near an orgasm, then he would switch it off and deny me.
A few times, when satisfaction was very near, I almost made it by straining against the ropes as hard as I could when he turned the vibrator off. Wiggling my hips and trying to thrust them upward made the crotch rope tease just enough to push me over the edge. Then, one time he misjudged how much the crotch rope could help me, I made it! It was sort of a mild explosion compared to some others I have had, but it was most pleasant. If you, gentle reader, are a man, then I pity you. Your climax is so short and lacking the intensity of a woman’s. There is no comparison.
Perhaps that is to compensate a woman for the pain that will come when she delivers a baby. Not that I know from personal experience, but I have heard many women say that is a highly unpleasant experience.
I have no idea how long that denial game had continued, it seemed like ages. But when John saw that I was trembling all over and moaning extra loud, he knew I had defeated his denials and was lost in pure bliss. He turned the vibrator back on. Afterwards, I realized that he did that so I could have more than one orgasm. And it worked quite nicely, thank you. I had about six or seven before he turned it off again.
The tight ropes clutching my body, the warm afterglow, and the continuing presence of that huge thing inside me made me a very satisfied and mellow girl.
But if I thought that would be the end of this session, I was wrong. After a while, when I was so relaxed that I almost fell asleep, he turned it on again. I guess my body can recover pretty fast, because I was again heating up. That was the beginning of another session of getting close and then being denied.
I stayed tied to that chair well into the evening. John was a little more careful about his timing, and I didn’t achieve another orgasm until the very end. And that one he allowed me as a fitting climax to the game. (Pun intended.)
Reflecting on it later, I came to the conclusion that it was, indeed, a punishment. Frustrating as hell, it was. Pushed me to the point of screaming, it did. But I’ll be ready to do it again anytime.