The New Rope

by amwbound
The new rope smelled of petroleum product. It was called manila rope and it was hard
and scratchy and then there was the smell. The faint odor from each strand,
exaggerated by the large amount of rope in use, was upsetting her stomach. She hoped
it wouldn't stain the sheets.
Anne shifted her torso to try and relieve the strain in her shoulders. There was little
room to maneuver and less relief for her efforts. She sighed and tried to find that place
in her mind where she went during one of these marathon bondage sessions. She
concentrated on different parts of her body, assessing the effect of the ropes. The
fronts of her anklebones were tightly laced to the headboard rail and she found no
comfort there. The heavy wool rag over the knee socks, which was the only thing she
was wearing, helped cushion her ankles against the rail a bit, but not much! The big
toes on each of her feet were tied together with twine, even though her legs were
spread. Her socks, bunched down between her toes, made it all the more
uncomfortable. The twine pulled her feet towards each other across the two-foot gulf
between her legs. She wondered, not for the first time, what the long-term effects of
this abuse of her limbs and joints might be.
She catalogued the bindings on her arms. Her wrists and her elbows were crushed
together. He had even encircled her forearms. The elbow rope wound through her
armpits and behind her neck. The harsh rope would surely leave semi-permanent
impressions there. Her mind wandered to the time she visited the local mega-mart
with the markings of the ropes still clearly visible on her arms and legs. She recalled
the stares of some of the other patrons and the wink the checkout girl had given her.
She would have to do that again! Thank God she didn't see anyone she knew.
The worst part of her arm bondage was the rope tied to her wrists that pulled her
shoulders and upper body up off the bed and back towards the headboard rail. She
was quite flexible, but this was taxing even her abilities to contort herself. Her
shoulder joints ached because they were rotated up behind her and then pulled
towards the middle of her back by the elbow ropes. She had complained loudly as he
pulled her into position, obviously to no avail. Her back was arched so much that the
plane of her shoulders to her breasts was almost perpendicular to the bed. Always the
engineer, she thought.
And her breasts! The effect of the clamps had receded a bit, but she shivered inwardly
at the remembrance of the initial application of them, today and every time she was
put into them. It was a sweetly painful, intense feeling that drove her wild and was
just as intense when they were taken off.
The vibrator that filled her sex was quiet and unmoving, but she hoped that would
change soon. She knew it was the one with the remote control because he had her
insert the vibrator herself. He had put the finishing touches on it by fashioning a tight
crotch rope that held it firmly in place. That was something to look forward to,

because she was unable to move enough now to stimulate herself. She would have to
get her mind to do it!
Then there were the blindfold and gag. She hated being blindfolded because she liked
to look at him and herself when she was tied up. He knew it frustrated the hell out of
her to not be able to see. The gag was that awful ring gag he had made. It fit behind
her teeth and held her mouth impossibly wide open. This time he had tied the strap of
the gag to her elbow ropes and that little maneuver had caused her additional agony.
The gag pressed against the roof of her mouth and her teeth. At least she wasn't
drooling all over herself, but she had to concentrate on swallowing and where to put
her tongue. Sometimes he extracted her tongue from her mouth and clamped it so that
it extended beyond the gag, but he had spared her that today.
All in all, it was a complicated and challenging position. She loved to be challenged
by his inventive approach to bondage. Each time he came up with something that
pushed her limits and today was no exception.
She heard him enter the room and soon thereafter heard the beep and whir of the
camera. The thought of being photographed in bondage always excited her. Her heart
rate increased, as did her level of arousal. The photos would be posted in various
groups and sites on the Internet and were also made into cds for distribution to a select
few collectors. She had built a following and that always embarrassed and excited her.
She knew that after these were posted, her mailbox would be full and she knew that
there would be many men and some women masturbating as they looked at her. She
moaned as she thought of all those penises bobbing at attention because of her. She
heard him chuckle! He knew her so well!
Usually, she was in a position to struggle at his direction and make camera angles for
him. Today all she could do was flex her fingers and turn her head slightly. He didn't
seem to mind and he remained silent as he recorded her captivity.
She heard the familiar scraping of the tripod legs and bumped herself up on the
arousal scale a little more. She hoped that what she was thinking would come true.
The bed sagged as he climbed on and she protested a bit as the ropes tightened here
and there. She heard the clink of his belt buckle and the zipper of his jeans and knew
what was about to happen. Her wish would come true.
For a fleeting second, she wondered if it was really he, but then his erect penis was
through the ring and in her mouth and she moved on. He claimed to have fashioned
the circumference of the ring by trying it out on his erection. He also claimed he had
thought about her to make it hard, the sweet man. She couldn't see how he was
managing to get himself into position to fill her mouth, but he was succeeding. He
cupped the back of her head in one hand and gently pumped his penis in and out of
her distended mouth. She knew she could give him more pleasure if she could use her
lips and tongue, but she also knew he got off on the control thing of being able to fuck
her without her obvious consent.
This was consensual, but in the fantasy of the moment, for both of them, it was
something else. It was something that both of them needed and loved! His pubic hair
tickled her lips and his stomach brushed against her nose as he slid in and out of her.

She used her tongue as best she could but this was what he wanted. She could sense
he was about to come and was surprised when he withdrew completely from her
mouth. She felt movement and then his cum splashed on her face. Damn it! She
cursed at him, unintelligibly through the gag. She hated that! She wanted him to cum
in her mouth so that she could taste him. The warm cum clung to her nose and cheeks
and began to melt down to a liquid. She felt it begin to run down her face. She knew
he had been taking pictures with the remote control while he was in her mouth and
when he climbed off the bed she knew he would take pictures of her with cum
splashed all over her face. A trickle ran down her nose to the tip. She tried to extend
her tongue to catch it but missed. She knew by the beep of the camera that he had
caught it.
She shifted in her bondage and asked to be released. It came out garbled but he knew
her gag talk fairly well. It was getting uncomfortable, exceedingly so, and she wanted
him to screw her properly.
"Not yet, baby! I want to download these pics before I let you out."
She groaned in disappointment. He was very finicky about the pictures and she could
be here for a very long while.
Then the vibrator fired up. She was pretty close to the edge anyway from being tied
and everything and the first pulses of the vibrator set her off. She twitched along with
the convulsions and as the vibrator droned on and she settled into the haze of postorgasmic reverie, she wondered if she needed anything at the Mega-Mart.