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   Rope Tricks



   I pulled into my parking place and took a deep breath.  One quick glance
in the visor mirror told me I looked presentable at least.  It was only
when I knew I had to hurry that I realized how hard I had been gripping the
steering wheel.  Another steadying breath and I got out of the car.  It was
time for another lesson.

   Mistress had arranged sessions with Doms before.  She wanted me to learn
and experience as many things as was possible.  This One was not cowboy
but, according to Her.  Certainly knew the ropes.

   I'd had no previous contact with Him.  I knew only what She'd told me
from Her own experiences.  I came to understand that this session would
probably be the most physically challenging one yet...in many ways.  I
wasn't wrong.

   I looked up as I headed down the walk and nearly stopped in my tracks.
He was sitting on the porch.  She had told me He was a big man.  He was. 
Tall and large of build, I knew there was a lot of power in those arms and
hands.  He was dressed casually and had a pleasant face.

   But, I've found, there is something in the eyes of each Dom/Domme I've
met.  It is indescribable but unmistakable.  It is authority.  It is
expectant.  It is challenging.  It dares defiance and demands attention. 
He wore the look and He was sizing me up.

   I was very aware of my appearance.  Mistress told me His preferences
regarding dress.  She had picked out my clothes.  She had chosen this
outfit before...She likes it.

   I didn't feel uncomfortable wearing them but they weren't my routine
attire.  I could feel the slit in the short, black skirt separate as my
knee opened it with each step.  I heard the click of the heels on the
concrete.  And I watched Him watch me.

   I went up the steps to the porch where He sat.  he motioned me to the
chair beside Him.  He began to speak.  His voice was not harsh but it was
firm.  He was asking questions and I was answering.  He was telling me, in
very general terms, what He expected.  Somewhere along the line, I realized
I wasn't saying "Sir" quite often enough.  He didn't say it but I saw the
look when He expected it but it wasn't there.

   He chatted for a little while until, I believe, He thought I was
comfortable enough to begin.

   He rose, motioned for me to go inside, and followed me as I did.  I was
down the steps, on the landing, when I felt His hands on my back.  He
shoved me up against the wall.

   "Put your hands flat against the wall." I hesitated.  I didn't know it
would begin before W/we got inside.  He pushed against my back again and I
did as He ordered.  He quickly used His foot to spread my ankles wide
apart. My face was pressed into the cool plaster.  I heard metal.  He took
one wrist quickly and clicked the handcuff closed on it.  Just as rapidly,
He had my second wrist secured.  Metal handcuffs...this was new to me.

   Taking me by the elbow, He guided me down the rest of the steps and W/we
went inside.  I was relieved to be in.  The whole time, I just knew someone
would come into the hall and see me like that.

   My relief was short-lived.  I had to go to the bathroom.  I thought I'd
have a chance before things got started.  The drive from work takes an
hour. I knew I couldn't wait much longer.  I'd have to ask Him for
permission to go.  I'd have to ask in front of Mistress.  She was watching.
I waited a little while, thinking maybe the cuffs would come off.  They
didn't my bladder over-rode my embarrassment and I asked.  I could see They
were both rather amused at my predicament.  "Sure", He said.  I waited for
Him to take off the cuffs.  He didn't and I knew then that He had no
intention of doing so.

   Mistress had warned me.  She'd told me about His sense of humor.  He was
already enjoying this.  I heard Him chuckle softly.  Mistress was grinning,
too.

   "Ok," I thought, "I can do this...one way or another." I walked into the
bathroom and pushed the door shut with my foot.  It opened back up
immediately.  They were going to watch.  I was kind of glad I couldn't
think about that part too much.  By now, I really had to go.  Necessity
being the mother of invention, I accepted the challenge.

   Metal is a very unforgiving, harsh material.  I found though, that I
could twist my wrists around but it would cost me.  They were bruised and
hurt for a week after.

   First, I had to get the seat up.  I had to hike up my skirt.  One side,
using my leg to hold it up, and then the other.  It took a minute but I
managed to keep it up.  At least, I hadn't worn a slip and I had on
thigh-high hose.  That helped.  Now for the undies.  I had to reach much
higher to get them down.  My wrists were straining hard against the
handcuffs.  I worked them down slowly...side to side...inch by inch.  They
were finally at what I believed was a safe distance and I plopped down on
the seat.  What a relief.  I'd forgotten for a moment that I was being
watched.  I could feel my face redden.

   I struggled again to get to the toilet tissue.  It was across from me. I
got up...baby-stepping because I couldn't let my panties fall all the way
down.  I knew I'd never get them up again.  Turning, I bent to the paper
and got what I needed.  I had to sit back down to use it.

   I dared the quickest of glances at my audience.  I didn't get a good
look but I saw enough to know They were still quite amused.

   I wanted just to rest for a minute but thought better of it.  I had to
put my clothes back in order.  The panties were even harder to get up than
they were to get down.  I turned and twisted my wrists on the struggle. 
The undies were crooked and bunched but I got them up.  The skirt, at
least, came back down easily.

   I still wasn't finished.  I had to get the seat back down.  My wrists
were hurting more and more but I was determined to pull this off.  I
managed to flush.

   I started out the door but was hastily reminded that I hadn't washed my
hands.  "Good grief", I thought.  By this time, my shoulders were
protesting all the activity.  I managed to get to the faucet, got it
running and washed them.  One more big reach from behind and I got the
water off.  Just one more thing.  I backed up to the towel and dried them.
At least I could rub my poor wrists.

   I learned one important lesson.  If anything like this is ever set up
again, I won't forget to stop somewhere and take care of business before I
get where I'm going.

   One thing did cross my mind as I walked out of the bathroom.  I already
felt like I'd been through the wringer and W/we didn't even have a good
start.  I kept my head lowered, too.  I didn't want Them to see the smug
little look that I was trying to wipe off my face.  I wondered if The
thought I'd be able to manage.

   He was talking to Mistress.  He let Her know W/we'd had a little talk
before coming in.  All the while, He was taking things out of a large
duffel-type bag.  It looked to me like He was pulling out miles and miles
of rope.

   He stood and came to where w was.  Now, after the fact, He removed the
handcuffs.  "You did well" caught me by surprise.  I stammered out a "Thank
You" and, after a glance from Mistress, added the "Sir".  I made a mental
note that it would be best if I didn't hesitate or forget again.  It was a
relief to have the hard metal off my wrists.

   He backed up a step and told me to get undressed.  He watched intently
as each item was removed.  I got the distinct impression that I was being
carefully measured.  I stood naked in from of Him.  He stared for what
seemed an eternity then moved around behind me.

   He put His hands on my upper arms, testing flexibility.  I heard what
sounded like a grunt of approval.  He kept trying to force my elbows
together and I couldn't help wondering again where this was going. 
Reaching from behind, He cupped my breasts.  I gasped sharply as He took
each nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted them...hard.  He
chuckled a bit when He did it the second time.

   He went back to His bag of tricks and brought out a gag.  It was a
wooden bar with leather straps on each side.  Hooking His thumb between my
teeth, He pulled my jaw down and pushed it far into my mouth.  The straps
were tightly secured.  I got a pat on the face and a smile.  I also began
to realize that this would take what I knew of bondage to a higher level.

   Once again, He checked His supplies.  This time, He came back with a
large coil of heavy, white rope and wrist restraints.  He got busy.  The
rope was spread out and my wrists were cuffed together.  The rope was wound
around them over and over.  He stretched my arms taut as He secured me to
the ceiling hook.  He moved in front again and looked me directly in the
eyes.  I wasn't exactly afraid of Him but the familiar apprehension was
building inside me.  He asked if I was all right and I mumbled "Yes Sir" as
best I could around the chunk of wood in my mouth.  The blindfold quickly
covered my eyes.  He put a length of leather in my hand and told me it was
my safe-word.  I was to drop it if I reached my limit.

   He began winding the rope around my torso.  It was tight.  It was
wrapped a number of times around my waist, above and below my
breasts....tight.  Breathing wasn't really restricted but I was aware of
the rope with each breath I took.

   He was behind me again.  He picked my left foot up by the ankle and
would the rope around it several times.  I held onto the chains on the
wrist cuffs to stay balanced on the other foot.  I didn't know I would stay
that way for a long time.  The rope was now on my calf as He bent my knee.
He was looping it around my thigh and calf, holding my leg in a bent
position.  A few more times around both and then I felt my leg raised as
high as it could go.  He fixed it to the ceiling, angled away from my side.
Blinded, I could only wait.  In my ear, I heard Him ask again if I was ok.
I nodded "yes".

   The sudden thrust of His hand into my sex set me wobbling on the one
foot that held me up.  He chuckled again.  The assault stopped as quickly
as it had started.  I waited again.  I heard myself breathing harder.  With
my legs held apart, I could feel cool air blowing against the wetness
there. My body was responding strongly.  I could hear Him rummaging through
His things.  Silence.

   The first slap of the strap against my ass nearly knocked me off my
foot. I felt my knee buckle as it shot through me.  I heard my muffled yelp
of surprise and pain.  Blow followed blow until I felt myself leaning into
them...wanting more.  But He stopped, asked me again if I was all right.  I
quickly nodded yes, hoping He would continue.  He was massaging my reddened
behind and telling Mistress what a lovely shade of pink it was.  His other
hand was working between my legs again.  I wanted to cum badly.  I couldn't
even ask for permission..I felt His finger in my mouth.  He was moving the
gag around to allow my spit to flow out.  I hadn't been aware that there
was so much.  He was very careful to keep things safe.  He would do this
many more times before the night was done.

   He moved back in front of me.  I was breathing harder and the ropes
seemed to draw tighter as I did.  He took each nipple between a thumb and
forefinger and pinched very hard...and twisted them.  The pain a deep groan
from my throat and I found myself on my toes trying to escape the misery.
He eased the pressure but only a little.  He let go of one of them and
plunged His hand into my sex again.  The combined pain and pleasure
threatened to drive me over the edge.  I was barely hanging on to control.
He withdrew His hands and was behind again.  Once more the strap began to
fall with regularity and increasing intensity.  As each one landed, my
moans became deeper.  The want grew stronger.  He stopped and faced me
again.  He put one hand to a breast and the other to my clit, I knew His
intention.  He worked both of them hard.  The pleasure was heightened by
the pain.  "Please, Sir" I was trying to squeeze out around the gag.  He
chuckled.  "You want to cum, then cum".

   I did....hard and strong.  The spasms shook me where I stood.  My body
jerked uncontrollably but His hands never lost their targets.  He made me
cum over and over and I felt myself try vainly to escape.  There was
nowhere to go.  Again, the chuckle.  He finally took pity on me and slowed
down, then stopped.  He wrapped one big arm around me as He loosened my
dangling leg and let it down.  I could barely stand.  I was still trembling
badly.  He kept His hold on me as He took the rope off my leg and rubbed
warmth back into it.

   His hands moved sensually all over my shivering body.  My senses were
returning.  He brought my hands down from the ceiling and removed the rope
that bound my wrists and removed the cuffs.  He kneaded them to help the
blood return.  I hadn't realized they were so cold.  He helped me to the
floor and let me rest there for a minute.  He brought me water to drink.

   This was not the end.  "Do you know what a hog-tie is?" I answered with
the now-automatic "yes Sir".  He gathered the tangled ropes and began to
straighten them out.  He looked me again in the eyes and asked if I was ok
to continue.  Once again, I said "yes Sir".  It was a little harder to say
this time.  I now knew something about how He operated and realized there
would be little about it that was gentle.

   He stood me up again and began once more winding the rope around my
waist.  The rope circled me many times and then was drawn, from front to
back, around my shoulder and pulled tight.  He repeated the same action on
the other side and repeated the process a number of times.  The rope was
guided to my wrists.  They were bound in the same fashion....round and
round and round.  He moved it up to my elbows and repeated the circles.  My
body was held very rigid in this position.  I tried to stay relaxed but the
pressure of the rope made it difficult.

   He paused for a moment.  "You've seen picture of girls in bondage." I
glanced away, a little embarrassed.  He cupped my chin and drew my face to
His until I had to meet His eyes.  "Yes Sir".

   "You're going to see yourself like that." I'd seen the pictures before
and the thought was a little unnerving.  He brought what looked like a
bunch of little leather straps.  There was a rubber ball in the middle of
the mess.  He pushed this into my mouth first until it was behind my teeth.
He drew a strap that was attached to each side behind my head and fastened
them together.  He brought two more straps that were on the ball and
brought them over the front of my face.  They went around each side of my
nose, over my eyes, and joined to make one strap that went over the top of
my head.  He secured this to the strap in the back.  He certainly believed
in making things snug.  My torso and head were now strongly encased.

   He told me to go into the bathroom and take a good look at myself.  He
told me that this is exactly what I had asked for.  I couldn't help but
stare at the face in the mirror.  I barely recognized it as me.  I dropped
my head, feeling ashamed, but He told me I'd better look until He told me
to stop.  I did.  That face is frozen in my mind.  With my shoulders drawn
tightly back and that thing on my head, I realized that, yes, I did look
like the pictures I had seen.  I was intrigued by it.

   He called me away from the mirror and told me to get on the floor on my
stomach.  It was difficult giving the way I was trussed but I did manage.
Again, the chuckle.  He obviously enjoyed my struggle.

   He got His rope and sat at the floor by my feet.  He raised them up and
began coiling the rope around.  After ten times or so, He moved to my knees
and did the same thing.  I could feel the rope being forced between my
ankles and then tied to the ones that crossed my shoulder in the back.  He
began drawing my feet toward my head.  It was slow.  It took awhile to keep
threading the rope through itself.  I could feel a burn start at the back
of my neck but decided not to try to let Him know.  It would serve as a
reminder for days to come.

   He finished the job and sat back to check His work.  He seemed satisfied
and then proceeded with an informative lecture regarding the ins and outs
of working with rope.  Again, His thumb found my mouth as He let the spit
run down my chin.  I was truly humbled at this point.  I felt my
helplessness very strongly.  He rolled me over on my side.  He explained
that the breathing process can be impaired in that position and He was not
one to take chances where safety was concerned.  As He turned me, the ropes
bit into my skin everywhere...intensifying the feeling of bondage.  He
repeated this process a few more times during His lesson.  My body was
cramped and beginning to hurt.  He continued the lesson.  Occasionally, He
would look me over and chuckle.  It wasn't a menacing sound.  It just
sounded like He was really enjoying Himself.  I wouldn't tell Him that He
wasn't the only one having a good time.

   I guess He decided I had learned this lesson well enough.  He began to
release the ropes.  What a relief.  As each loop was undone, I felt the
pins and needles sensation as blood went back to where it was supposed to
be.  He let my ankles down to the floor and took the rope off my knees.  I
could begin to relax again.  He sat me up slowly and removed the ropes from
my waist and shoulders.  I never knew it could feel so good to stretch even
a little bit.  He took the bindings off my head and the ball from my mouth.

   I worked my jaw up and down a few times to limber it up and realized I
was able to swallow again.  I took a deep breath for the first time in what
felt like an hour.

   He was not finished.  He was back at His bag.  He said He wanted to
introduce me to a favorite toy of His.  He told me to meet "Big Red".  It
was a red rubber ball....another gag.  This one didn't have so many straps
on it, but the ball was large.  I knew my eyes got big when I saw it and I
involuntarily backed up a little.

   It didn't matter, He just moved closer.  He opened my mouth and began to
work it in.  It was a fairly soft rubber so it could be inched in without
hurting anything.  I've never had so much of anything in my mouth at once.
My jaw was already aching from the previous gags and this one forced it
open even farther.  He didn't leave it in very long.  He said again that He
just wanted me to meet it.  That, perhaps, I would have an opportunity in
the future to get better acquainted with it.  It took longer to get it out
than it did to get it in.  I was very relieved to know it would not stay in
long.  That thing would really take some getting used to.

   He had one more trick for me.  It was a very simple one and that should
have told me He had something more up His sleeve.  Still sitting on the
floor, He took one of my feet and brought it back against my thigh.  He
began again winding rope around me.  He wound it around my calf and thigh
about six inches along my leg.  It held my knee bent and forced it away
from my body.  He repeated this with my other leg.  I had to put my hands
flat on the floor behind me so I could stay upright.  He would not let me
lay down.  My knees were forced open in that position and I was completely
open to Him.

   The assault began with no warning.  His hand was in my sex.  He moved it
everywhere forcefully.  I was very soon begging Him to allow me to cum.  I
was so sensitive by now that it required little to get me to that point.

   His quick nod of approval surprised me.  I expected to have to wait.  I
should have known He had a reason.  I came, over and over and over.  But
His hand would not stop....or even slow down.  I could not escape the hand.
I tried to back away from it but it only followed me relentlessly.  I
wanted more...I wanted it to stop.  Every time I thought I couldn't take
any more, it would start to build again.  Waves and waves of pleasure
crashed over me.  My body was jerking beyond any control.  Still, He
wouldn't stop.  I was beyond thought now.  The only reality I knew centered
between my legs.  It just kept on and on.  And, again, He chuckled. 
Finally, I had no choice.  My body could take no more.  The slightest touch
became ecstacy...and agony.  And then, just agony.  "Red, red, red,
red...." I whispered.

   But, He heard me and slowed His motions.  Slower and slower, until I was
able to stand it at all.  And, finally, He stopped.  My body was still out
of control.  My cunt throbbed from what it had been through.  It was a
little easier to breathe but I was only taking in great gulps of air.  The
jerking motions slowed and stopped.

   He began removing the ropes and I was able to truly relax.  I was coming
down from a great high.  It had been wonderful.

   He moved to a chair and motioned me to sit at His feet.  He and Mistress
were talking as if nothing had been going on for the last two hours.  It
didn't matter.  I was beyond conversation of any sort.  It was comforting
to feel His hand as He ran it through my hair.

   He began to pack His things.  There was rope everywhere.  He stuffed it
all back into His bag, thanked Mistress and left.  I doubt that I'll ever
need to use them, but I sure learned a lot of very cool rope tricks.


   .....annie