Tales of the Rope

Chapter 14: Homemade Straitjacket Continued

Chapter 14: Homemade Straitjacket Continued

I was pleading with him not to leave me bent like that. It would be bad enough if I were just left with my feet tied to the ring and my arms wrapped around me in the straitjacket. But with my neck tied to my knees and almost no slack, I would have to stay bend in half with my arms and breasts touching my thighs.

This was part of our games. I protested and pleaded and begged, even occasionally threatened. But so long as I didn’t cross some invisible line, he only smiled at me and ignored me. If I made a bit too much noise, I often wound up with a gag and often more bondage. There were times when my protests made what should have been halfway comfortable bondage into something of a punishment. Me and my big mouth! And I’m sure you know that it was often deliberate...

In this case, however, either he took my pleas to heart, or decided by himself that this would be a little too rough on me - considering that I would have to endure for three or four hours. He loosened the rope and allowed my body to unfold a bit. Not much, but enough to make it somewhat less of a torture.

Well, he finally finished with me and left. I was sitting there on my bare bottom, legs tied together, arms wrapped around me, and my torso wrapped in tape and a sweatshirt. And bent in half. I knew that he could have tied me much tighter. I had been tied at times with my breasts pressed hard against my thighs and my chin touching my knees. Which would have been a pretty rough position to have to spend four hours in. I knew it would be bad enough the way I was tied.

How did I feel? As usual, as soon as I heard the front door shut, I got scared. It’s impossible, no matter how often you do it, to not get scared when you’re totally helpless and alone. I knew that I would be alone for most of the evening. I knew that I would not be able to free myself; he had tied me too well for that. It was frightening, but such a delicious fear.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I knew that I could holler loudly if something went wrong. I might be heard through the apartment walls. Sometimes I heard a bump or noise from the other apartments, but not often. I wasn’t sure if I could be heard. But, as usual, I knew that I would suffer quietly except for whatever moans or curses escaped my lips. What gets really scary is when you’re gagged and alone.

For a long time I stayed sitting upright. I was pretty sure that if I fell to one side, I wouldn’t be able to get up again. And I was afraid that I’d be more uncomfortable lying on my side than sitting down.

I struggled. There is little else for a tied girl to do in that kind of situation. Sometimes Bill would leave the stereo on for me. And more than once I was tied in a chair facing the TV while he went out. But this time I had only my own devices to amuse myself.

Trying to free yourself does pass the time. There is also the possibility that struggling might work me up to where I could have an orgasm. It all depended on where there was rope tied between my legs, a dildo tied inside me, or something I could rub my pussy on. If there is any of those, I can usually reach a very satisfying orgasm by struggling as hard as I can. The incredible helpless feeling really makes me sexually excited. I get warm between the legs just thinking about being tied.

Well, that evening, I was fortunately enough to have a rope between my legs. In my struggles, I fell over but just kept on fighting the ropes and tape until I had a wonderful burst of heat between my legs. The fire spread throughout my body. When I have an orgasm, I feel burning hot all over. I always close my eyes and see flashing lights. And I stay floating with that sexual high for a long time.

I was able to pull myself back to a sitting position much later by using my legs muscles. Since my ankles were held next to the ring, I could use my legs to pull myself up. It wasn’t real easy but it was nicer being able to sit up.

All in all, including about fifteen minutes after Bill came back while he told me about the movie, it was easily four hours before I was untied. As usual, he was pretty horny, and probably had been all the time

he was gone, so I had to do something about that before he would untie me. And, yes, I do mean that I had to give him a blowjob. After that he untied me.

I liked the straitjacket, even though I know that what we did was not like a real straitjacket. It was just having my arms tied in about the same position as a straitjacket would hold them, and having a sweatshirt taped around me like a tightly buckled straitjacket would be. But based on my experience, I would like to try a real straitjacket. I have seen some photos of leather jackets that look like they buckled very tightly on. And one time I saw a rubber (or plastic?) on straitjacket that also looked very tight.

I would like the straitjacket to really pull my arms around me. And to very tightly hold my body. A good, tight crotch strap would be nice. One other touch that I would like would be straps that have the kind of buckles that can have a lock put on them so that the jacket can’t be taken off by another person unless he/she has the keys.

I wonder how long I could stay in one of those before I was screaming to get out...?