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...Like her, the other girl was also tightly bound and gagged. A mile of rope surrounded her slim body. Her arms had been bound behind her back with a million wraps of thin, tight cord. Her legs had also been lashed together just below the delicious swell of her hips, above and below her knees as well as her ankles but worst of all, it was the cords looped between her hands and feet preventing her from going anywhere. They'd been pulled so tight only centimeters separated the slim, shapely heels of her delicate feet from her questing fingers between the heavily muffled grunts escaping her lips. As if the manner she'd been tied up wasn't bad enough, the huge gag wedged between her mouth just compounded the problems...
A lesson well taught, part 2
...And that shiny black… rubber contraption had to be a straitjacket although she couldn't fathom the need for all those buckles and straps. The rest of her toys might as well have arrived straight from Mars. More shiny black straps, long shiny bars of varying lengths, leather tubes with laces and straps sticking out of them... and any number of… gags? Some of them looked exactly like the kind of instruments of torture the Daleks might've favoured...
A lesson well taught, part 3
..."Ok, Jo, ready or not?" Traci suddenly said before pulling the first cord tight. A sudden liquid fire blazed through her privates and she couldn't help shrieking into her tight gag as Traci pulled her crotchrope tight. Joanne felt as though she was dancing over hot coals as Traci carefully pulled the second, parallel strand tight, forcing her bound wrists that much further downwards during the process before looping the last remaining inches around her roped waist and tying a tight, tight series of knots so nothing would slip or loosen...
A lesson well taught, part 4
..."I said so," Joanne smiled before wonderingly spinning Traci's ballgag around in her hands. All those straps and buckles. The glossy black leather shone under the soft, diffused light the windows were providing. How was she ever going to get this on? "So… Traci, any famous last words?"
"Yeah… "Traci sounded embarrassed again. "Could you gag me really tight as well? When you do up each strap, pull it as tight as you can before buckling it."
"Then…" Traci hurriedly interrupted before Joanne had a chance to finish. "You see that ring on the top of everything there? - on the top of my gag?"...
A lesson well taught, part 5
...Joanne was setting off now and she incredulously watched with increasing wonder while her friend wound and wound each strand in the opposite direction to the other before reaching the center of her breast harness where she tied another knot before attaching the trailing ends to her crotchrope. After checking the security of her knots, Joanne methodically repeated the procedure with one major difference; she looped the ends around the ropes connecting her harness and crotchrope. In effect, she was weaving her lithe young body into a complex web of rope Charlotte would've envied. Traci shook her head again before happily squirming against her bonds. It was so good being reunited with her lovers and she understood exactly where Jo was going. Joanne had moved downwards and she was wrapping everything around her hips and the insides of her crotch forming an inverted triangle of sorts, which of course had been split in two by her crotchrope. The ropes were startling while against Joanne's luscious brown body and she sighed into her gag. Jo was so beautiful...
A lesson well taught, part 6
...At long last after the most agonising journey she'd ever endured, Traci reached the dining room table. Her breasts had been rubbed raw by the carpet, her arms and legs were on fire and her mouth was being split into two by the gag strapped in her mouth. Even her crotchrope hurt as well. Every time she'd bounced/wriggled forward, it'd buried itself deep in her crotch and after almost two hours of this torment, she'd had enough of her 'joy' rope...
A lesson well taught, part 7
..."Look, try not to feel too bad about it." Traci's voice was a feather soft caress. "We all make mistakes. Sometimes the only way you learn is through experience. I honestly can't blame you for getting over-excited."
"I suppose so…"
"Yeah…" Traci grinned. "But… be more careful next time!" she scolded. "Never, ever tie yourself up again like that, ok?"...
...Kate bought the chain up to Anna's waist where again she wrapped it around her waist and back on to itself. She then took a pair of handcuffs and locked her wrists together in front of her. She then padlocked the cuffs to the waist chain. She continued to work her way up the Swedish woman's body wrapping the chain around her chest and twice around both elbows before again locking it back on to itself. She finished off by wrapping the chain around Anna's neck and securing it in place with yet another padlock.
Kate then took a ball gag and pushed it into Anna's mouth. She tightened the strap around her head and then padlocked the buckle closed. "How does that feel?" Kate asked...
Bonds of Love, part 1
...After waking and reluctantly allowing Andy to untie her, (asking if she could stay tied up would have been a dead giveaway) they enjoyed a leisurely swim together between chatting about school and what their friends were doing until Andy had to go home for dinner. The subject of the tying up 'competition' that they'd just enjoyed together never rose although it was always there. The untidy tangle of rope and a series of vividly red corrugated bands decorating Sureerat's flawlessly smooth skin at wrists, ankles, knees and her upper arms provided an all too visible souvenir of her very first real bondage. In fact, it was several hours before each set of ropemarks branding her body finally faded away until only a faint tinge of red remained to mark where she'd been tied up...
Bonds of Love, part 2
...After making sure that it properly securedl between her lips, Andy carefully pulled everything around behind her head, pulling her lips into a deliciously achy rictus. Sureerat closed her eyes with disbelief before groaning out aloud while the cloth completed another circuit around her head before being knotted off as tightly as possible.
Sureerat thought that she could not possibly be more thoroughly gagged than she already was. She was wrong. As if securing every inch of cloth inside her mouth was not enough with the gag he'd used upon her, Andy began folding yet another piece of cloth until it was two or so inches wide. After checking the width, he pressed it over her mouth before passing everything around once, twice and tying the ends in a neat, tight knot out of sight in the nape of her neck. Her mouth was now totally covered by a neat two-inch wide band of white...