Tied Up
I remember how
disappointed I was the day the rope arrived.
I had returned from a
shitty day at work to find Master's car parked outside my house. Entering, I found Master sat on the patio
drinking coffee. He had half an hour
which we spent chatting in the sun. It
is often the little moments that make our relationship wonderful. Master had been aware that his Cum Girl's day
had been difficult and had taken time to come and brighten my day.
"I have a gift
for you, Cum Girl"
"Master?" My eyes glinted. I loved receiving gifts, especially those
from Master.
"I have placed
it upstairs in your bedroom; you may go and find it when I'm gone"
"Thank you,
Master."
I felt a quiver of
excitement run through me and lowered my head to avert my eyes from Master's
gaze. He placed his hand beneath my chin
raised my eyes to his and kissed me gently on the mouth.
"Thank you,
Master," I
repeated, thanking him for the gift, for the kiss, for the fact that he allowed
me to be his Cum Girl and was my Master, for making my life what it was.
As soon as he left, I
rushed upstairs. It did not take long to
find the 'gift'. Master had placed it in
the bag where I keep all those little items that need to be hidden and that was
the first place I looked.
I'd hoped for shoes
or clothes, I am only allowed to wear clothing & footwear selected by
Master and he often arrives with a selection which he will inspect me in and
decide whether he finds suitable. Or
failing that perhaps another pair of panties, I am not normally allowed to wear
underwear and Master insisted that I disposed of all mine (which to be honest
was largely of the practical and unattractive variety) when he first accepted
me as his Cum Girl. He then bought me 3
wonderful pairs of panties: a brazillian embroidered black thong which barely
covers my pussy but is so pretty, a lace and pearl thong which spreads my pussy
lips and gives me little thrills of pleasure through the day, and an open thong
with hearts that leaves me completely exposed and frames my pussy beautifully.
So there I am, in my
bedroom, hoping for something pretty, something girly, something to remind me
of how special I was being Master's Cum Girl and what I found was 4 metres of
soft red rope.
Bondage has always
been part of our relationship. When we
are alone I am always collared, frequently leashed and if Master requires me to
be bound then I am bound. When I have
the pleasure of sleeping with Master I am always collared and leashed, either
secured to the bed or with the leash wrapped around Master's arm. 4 metres of soft red rope therefore was hardly
the most exciting 'gift' in the world.
Been there, done that, got the t-shirt (except Master does not allow the
wearing of t-shirts as they do not allow for inspection of Cum Girl's breasts).
How wrong I was. Whereas before Master had 'made do' with scarves,
straps, cable wire, with whatever had come to hand now there was the rope. Whereas before Master had improvised now he
could plan. Whereas before Cum Girl
often would have been able to slip her bonds if she had so desired, now she
found herself well secured, often unable to move & completely at Master's
mercy. Whereas before Cum Girl had been
bound to beds, to chairs and on one delightful evening to a coat hook now she
found her limbs stretched, her body exposed, found herself tied across tables,
to curtain poles, to banisters; in fact to any item of furniture that would do
the job. Whereas before Cum Girl was
unmarked, now her wrists often had rope burns that she could admire for days
afterwards.
Fast forward.
They had seen each
other that weekend. Had a wonderful,
wild Friday night and then had decided to make the most of the glorious weather
by picnicking in local woods on the Saturday.
That was where it started. In
public Cum Girl & Master referenced their relationship with banter. Cum Girl had been thrashed and whipped;
(un)fortunately the thrashing had been at badminton and the whipping involved
nothing more dangerous than cream. Then
as they walked through the woods Master noticed a rope swing amongst the trees
and the conversation turned to hanging, suspension and being properly
secured. Cum Girl's stomach twinged, her
heart beat quickened; her pussy always damp in her Master's company became wet. She looked towards the tree with the rope
swing; it was far too big for a little Cum Girl like her, the trunk too thick,
the branches too high. She could not be
easily tied to its trunk or hung from its branches ... perhaps a different
tree. They walked on Master and Cum Girl
discussing the suitability of the trees they passed.
Sunday, Master had
worked, Cum Girl had gone out boating and as the weekend drew to a close, as
Monday morning loomed large on the horizon they meet on msn and chatted. It had been simple day to day fare, who
they'd seen, what they'd done, not really Master and Cum Girl just a couple
apart catching up on their separate days.
"I am thinking
of getting my hair cut this week Master"
"Is that a cut
or simply a trim Cum Girl? You know I
wish for you to grow your hair"
"It will be a trim
Master. Though it does seem that when I
have a trim it returns to its previous length"
"I know it is
necessary for you to have your hair cut regularly but I do want you to grow
your hair till it reaches the top of your breasts Cum Girl"
"I could get
extensions Master. Then I could have the
length of hair you require. Is this a
fetish of yours Master?"
"No Cum Girl, it
is not a fetish. I simply wish you to have longer hair so that I can decide
whether I prefer it that way."
"Yes
Master. Does Master have any fetishes
that his Cum Girl should know about?"
"Lol. I think Cum Girl is aware of Master's
fetishes and desires. How about Cum
Girl? Are there any fetishes that Master
should know about?"
"Surely Master
knows what his Cum Girl likes"
"Yes Cum Girl he
does. But what is something that Cum
Girl likes and what is a fetish?
"Let me think
about that for a minute Master"
"Why Cum
Girl?"
"Leather and
rope, Master"
"???"
"Those are my
fetishes Master. The leather is an old
one, rope is one that I have discovered thanks to my Master."
So I tell Master
about my desire for leather clad bikers (which he already knows) and how I
would like to dress him in a front zip all in one leather biking suit, with him
naked beneath it; he asks me about whether I wear my leathers with nothing
underneath; I confess that I don't; he tells me that I should; I tell him that
next time I go out on a bike I will and that no one will know except Master and
Cum Girl. Then we move on to rope.
"So you have
developed a fetish for rope Cum Girl?"
"Yes
Master"
"What is it
exactly Cum Girl?"
"I wish for
Master to tie me up naked so that I cannot move and then to sit back and admire
his Cum Girl."
"Where would
that happen Cum Girl?"
"Outside
Master. Perhaps tied to a tree as we
have been discussing this weekend"
"You would like
that Cum Girl?"
"Very much
Master"
"Are you aroused
Cum Girl?"
"Is it okay if I
say I am not Master?"
"It is okay if
it is the truth Cum Girl. Is it the
truth?"
"No it is not
Master"
"So why would
you wish to say that you are not aroused?"
"I am
embarrassed Master. I dare not touch
myself there as I know that I am very wet."
"So this is
something you wish to happen Cum Girl?"
I take a long time to
think about this question. Cum Girl has
learnt that if she tells her Master that she desires something then it will
usually happen sooner or later. Although she likes the idea of being tied naked
outside the reality would involve exposure and the risk of being found by
someone other than Master. Also Cum Girl
was very aware that once she opened a door Master would push her to her limits.
"Yes
Master"
"In 10 minutes
you will be naked in your front room; you will go find the 4 pieces of rope and
your blindfold. You will be wearing
shoes. Is that understood Cum
Girl?"
"Yes
Master. But Cum Girl cannot tie herself
Master"
"I will be there
at 12.15. I will find you as I have
instructed. Is that clear Cum
Girl?"
"Yes
Master".
I had not expected
this. It is late. There is work in the morning for both of
us. I didn't think Master would be able
or would want to leave his house. I rush
upstairs, strip, find the rope, find my blindfold, they are both red so I put
on my 3" red heels with the ankle straps, there is only 3 pieces of rope,
to the kitchen, I take a knife and cut the longest piece in half, into the
front room, lay out the rope and blindfold on the sofa so that Master will see
them as soon as he enters the room, 12.10, I am ready, I roll a cigarette,
light it and wait nervously, excitedly for Master to arrive. 12.15. He knocks on the door.
I open the door wide
so that Master may see immediately what a good Cum Girl I have been. I feel the chill night air caress my
body. He makes no attempt to enter for a
moment, stands, looks up and down my naked body which is well lit both by my
hall lights and the street lights in my cul de sac. I realise how exposed I am here like this
that any of my neighbours looking out their windows would be able to see
me. I hold my position, Master wishes
for me to be exposed like this. He
smiles, nods, enters my house, takes me by my hand, leads me to the front room.
"Good evening
Cum Girl"
"Good evening
Master", my
voice is barely a whisper.
"You have made a
good choice with your shoes Cum Girl.
Their colour will match the rope and blindfold. You always look so pretty dressed in
red."
"Thank you
Master."
I am so pleased I can barely contain
myself. Master is so demanding. There are so many things that I must get
right. Sometimes it is so hard. Sometimes I feel that I am nothing but a
disappointment to Master. But I have
done something unasked of me, I have co-ordinated what I am to wear, Master has
noticed, I have been praised for my choice.
"Do you wish for
any more of that cigarette Cum Girl?"
"No thank you
Master". I
stub it out in the ashtray by the computer.
"Inspection Cum
Girl".
Head up, hands
clasped behind neck, elbows wide, back straight, breasts thrust out, feet
parted to shoulder width. Master gently
slaps the inside of my thigh, I move my feet wider. He strokes two fingers across my pussy from
back to front then brings them up to hold them in front of my face for me to
look at. They are soaked, there is pussy
juice hanging off the end of them, I open my mouth and Master puts his fingers
in, I suckle his fingers, revelling in the taste of my arousal, I got most of
it but there is some on my chin.
"You are very
wet Cum Girl."
I nod, my mouth still
suckling Master's fingers and mumble a "Sorry Master". He grabs my hair; the hair I need to grow;
pulls my head back freeing his fingers, he let's go of me, turns, walks to the
sofa, picks up the blindfold and rope.
"Hands behind
back Cum Girl."
I do it
instantly. Master takes a step closer,
looks into my eyes, strokes my right cheek with the back of his right hand,
pulls the blindfold down over my head. I
know I shouldn't say this, but Master isn't usually very adept at getting the
blindfold on me, it flies off sometimes, doesn't cover my eyes, ends up skewed
and often I have to do it for him. Not
tonight. Tonight it goes on first time,
Master's hand is pressing it into my eyes and my world is dark.
"Hands front Cum
Girl."
I comply. Master takes my right hand in his left and
starts to lead me to the garden. It must
be the garden, there is nothing else this way, I think through my route, the
obstacles I must avoid and then I start to think about our destination. I live in a terrace run of 4 houses. My garden is not large; consists of a patio,
a trampoline, some grass, a largish bush at the far end. Backing onto my garden there is another run
of houses; once I'm in the garden anyone looking out of any of the upstairs
rooms will be able to see me. This is a
Neighbourhood Watch Area and they do like to watch.
We step over the
threshold to the patio doors. My heels
click on the patio announcing my arrival.
I can hear my Polish neighbours chattering; from beneath my blindfold I
can tell that their lights are on.
Master leads me across the patio, I'm stepping carefully afraid of
tripping over discarded toys or stumbling over the edge. He guides me over the step, I can feel grass
grazing my toes and ankles. I hear a
cough, there is someone in the garden next door, probably no more than 20 feet
from where I am stood, naked, blindfolded, lit up by next door's lights, my
nipple rings glistening.
If I could I would go
back now. I have had my adventure. I have stepped out naked, run the risk of
being seen, but it is no longer my decision and Master does not pause as he
leads me across the grass.
We stop. He turns me to face him, then gently pushes
me so that I am forced to step backwards.
I feel plastic against my arse cheeks and netting against my back. I know where I am, backed up against the
trampoline. Master holds me by my arms,
taps my ankle with his foot, I spread my legs, he taps again, I spread them
wider. For the next couple of minutes I
stand there as he secures me with the rope, ankles first and then wrists. There are some problems, the rope isn't long
enough to attach my ankles to the uprights so Master ties them to the cross
pole along the ground and whilst my wrists will reach the upright it is clad in
plastic and netting so there is no way to secure them at the height Master
desires. Instead he ties them at the
juncture where the cross pole meets the upright.
And then it is
done. I am tied. I am secured.
I am in my garden. Spread eagled. Exposed.
Naked. Visible for all my
neighbours to see what a beautiful wonderful Cum Girl I am. I test my bonds, they are good, I am not
going anywhere till Master releases me.
"Is this what
you imagined Cum Girl?"
"Yes
Master."
"Are you happy
Cum Girl?"
"Yes
Master."
His fingers are in me
now. Just two. He is stroking me gently. Teasing me.
Feeling my moisture, my arousal.
I can feel my juices dribbling out of me, over his fingers, over his
hand, down my thighs. He stops, starts
to step away.
"Please stay
Master"
"I was going to
get a chair Cum Girl. I was going to sit
in front of you, smoke a cigarette and admire your body as you wanted me
to."
"Please stay
Master. Please make me cum."
I desperately want
Master to touch me. My legs are spread
unbelievably wide. I can feel the chill
night air on my body. Correction, I can
feel the chill night air on my pussy.
The rest of my body has ceased to exist.
All I am aware of is my throbbing soaking wet pussy. I could cum right now; bound, spread wide,
exposed, the night air caressing me.
This is what I've wanted all my life, to be a Cum Girl, to have a Master
who understands his Cum Girl's needs; a caring, selfless, wonderful
Master. My pussy is contracting hard,
desperately trying to find something to grasp hold of, desperate to have some
part of Master inside it. I can feel my
orgasm building, my thighs are slick with my juices, my clitoris throbbing, the
contractions within me are shaking my tiny frame. I am going to cum. I am going to cum for my Master. I am bound, spread, exposed for my
Master. I am going to cum for my Master
without him even touching me. I am going
to cum for my Master to show him what a pleasure it is to be his Cum Girl.
"Please may I
cum Master"
"Please may I
cum Master"
I am whispering,
panting, shaking. I feel as if a giant
vibrator has been shoved into me and is tearing my body apart. My orgasm is there. I am holding on to the bars beneath my hands
as my whole body spasms. I am holding
back my orgasm, feeling it build within me, desperate for it to be released,
desperate for Master to give me permission to cum.
"Please may I
cum Master"
"Please may I
cum Master"
"Please may I
cum Master"
"Please may I
cum Master"
"Please may I
cum Master"
It is Cum Girl's
mantra. It escapes my panting mouth in
sorry little sobs. A mere gurgle in the
night air, barely intelligible, each repetition broken by endless,
uncontrollable gasps of pleasure and Master stands before his Cum Girl watching
her body shake, hearing her mantra, watching her pleasure overcome her, hearing
her cries. And then he releases me.
"You may cum,
Cum Girl"
I am lost. My orgasm crashes through me. I have no awareness of anything but the
explosion of pleasure from within pulling my body apart. As I cum Master starts to fuck me with his
fingers. I cum again and I cum again and
I cum again and that is all I am; Master's Cum Girl, cumming endlessly for her
Master.
Master has told me
about my time tied to that trampoline.
He has told me about how he finger fucked me; how my body writhed in
it's bondage; how I suckled his fingers; how he held me by the hair, by the
neck; how he sucked my nipples; pulled on my nipple rings with his teeth, his
fingers; how he bit my breasts, my stomach, my thighs; how I spread myself ever
wider; how I thrust myself down onto his fingers trying to get him ever deeper
into me; how he slid yet another finger into my soaking pussy; how he finger
fucked my arse; how his arm and my thighs were coated in my cum; but I remember
none of this. All I remember is cumming
endlessly. Orgasm after orgasm crashing through my body. Orgasms with no beginning and no end. Repeating those wonderful, magic words over
and over again.
"Please may I
cum Master. Please may I cum
Master. Please may I cum Master."
I know what should
have happened. My legs would have given
way. Master, seeing my predicament would
have untied my wrists, I would have fallen to the floor, my body spent and exhausted. Master would have undone my ankles, rolled me
over, spread me wide and fucked my inert body whilst I sobbed with pleasure.
But that is not what
happened.
There was a loud
crash from a house backing onto mine, the sound of raised voices. A light goes on and I am floodlit where I
stand, bound. I try to remain calm as
Master fumbles to release me. Naked, bar
heels and nipple rings I rushed into the house and upstairs.
It takes 5 minutes
for my heartbeat to return to normal. I
returned downstairs to find Master stood before the open patio door staring
into the garden. I went to him.
"Master"
"Are you ok, Cum
Girl?"
"Yes
Master."
I put my arms round
Master, held him, rested my head against his chest, he raised my head with his
finger, brought his lips to mine. We
kissed. Long, deep, sucking the air out
of each other, asphyxiating each other till Master pulled his mouth off
mine. He took my left hand, placed it on
the zip of his jacket, I undid it, and he was naked beneath. I ran my hand across his chest, caressing,
finding his nipples, teasing them. He
took my right hand placed it on his groin and I started to stroke him through
his jeans. Master's breathing changed,
became deeper, more relaxed, losing himself in the dual caress of my
hands. He pushed on my shoulder, I fell
to my knees before him; the proper position for a Cum Girl in the presence of
her Master. I undid his belt, undid his
zipper, pulled down his jeans and took him into my mouth.
I love to have
Master's cock inside my mouth. It is a
Cum Girl's duty to be a pleasure to her Master, to place her Master's pleasure
above her own, to ensure that her Master is happy. Cum Girl is only truly happy when she is
giving her Master pleasure and what could be more pleasurable than for her to
be on her knees before her Master sucking hungrily on his cock till he filled
her mouth with his cum.
Master's cock was
hard, filling my mouth, my movements were getting faster, shorter, spittle
dribbled down my chin, I was sucking him hard trying to get him to fill me with
the cum I so badly wanted. He grabbed my
hair, pulled me off him.
"What do you
want Cum Girl?"
"I want you to
fill my mouth with your cum Master."
He looks at me
quizzically.
"Please Master
will you fill my mouth with your cum."
"All fours Cum
Girl"
I obey. Master walks behind me. His hands grab my thighs, forcing me to
spread myself further apart. Then I feel
him, the head of his cock pushed up against me, pushed up against my arse. One thrust and he is in. Pain shoots through my body. I am tight here tonight. Despite all the juices that have escaped my
pussy, I have not been on my back and my arsehole remains unlubricated. But Master does not care, in fact I'm sure he
has planned it this way, keep me tight, fuck me hard, make sure that the
soreness of her arse reminds Cum Girl of her evening. Master's hand is in my hair, pulling me up so
that I look out across the dark garden to the houses opposite. I feel the breeze across my breasts, feel the
rhythmic thrusts as Master pushes deep inside me. He rotates his hand, starts to push my head
down, till my cheek is pushed into the floor and still he pushes keeping me
fixed, obedient, pinned beneath him whilst he pummels my arse with is
cock. He has raised himself onto his
toes, legs straightened. Supporting
himself on his toes and the hand pushing my head into the carpet. Thus positioned he can fuck me straight, deep
and true; thrusting unimpeded along the length of my anal canal.
I remember little
more. Master had positioned me, my arse
was raised as he wished, my legs and cheeks spread as he wished. I am his Cum Girl and Master was using my
body for his pleasure. I remember him
coming, the flood of cum spurting into me, the warmth of it spreading through
my body, the joy I felt that I could give him such pleasure. I remember the church bells chiming, Master
saying he must go, me pleading for him to stay the night so that I might hold
him, even though I knew it could not be.
Then I was in bed, sleeping safe in the knowledge that Cum Girl had a
Master and that Master loved her.
That should be that;
but on coming home from work the following day I found a metre length piece of
red rope lying by the trampoline that had somehow been missed in the confusion
of the previous evening. I tied it round
my wrist and dreamed about how and where Master might use that metre of rope
next.
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