Creating a little rope addict

Creating a little rope slut

“I want to tie you tonight” the message flashed up on her screen while she drove home and instantly her clit began to throb with anticipation and her foot involuntarily pushed the accelerator down to get her home quicker. She’s played with the Rigger before and the sheer heat of his dominance has left her breathless in all the right ways and she was aching to feel that way again, she carefully chose her lingerie aware that she would only be allowed to keep her panties on so the simple black lace thong set was perfect.

In the shower she soaped herself up thinking of the first incredible time she’d met him, her mind drifting to how hot, wet and needy he made her with just his hand around her throat, her fingers caressed her already swollen clit whilst she was in the shower, hot water running across her breasts and a wetness that had nothing to do with the water coating her fingers as she bought herself to climax in seconds, she smiled to herself, yes tonight was going to be a good night.

She arrived at his apartment and they made a little small talk, her mind struggled to focus on the conversation she just wanted to be tied, the hanks of rope were sitting on the coffee table neatly lined up tempting, teasing her, the smell of the ropes already causing her mind to quieten and go to that blissful place…..”you are wearing too many clothes” his quiet but firm voice jerked her back to reality, just the change in his tone was enough to set her pulse racing.

"Sorry Sir I’ll remove them," she smiled cheekily, still playing the brat she is majority of the time.

“No,” he grabs her chin between his thumb and finger forcing her eyes to meet his “I will remove what I don’t require.”

He lifted his hand and her chin followed until she was standing and instantly she switched into the good little submissive bunny that his presence bought out in her, all sense of the brat ….gone. He runs his fingers under the hem of her T-shirt never once taking his eyes of hers, the grazing of his fingers on her belly sending electric shocks straight to her core, she obediently lifts her arms for him to remove her shirt over her head, he drops to his knees and plants a soft kiss to her lower abdomen just above the button of her jeans, he then unbuttons them and slides them over her now trembling thighs, she goes to wriggle out of the remainder of her jeans but with a commanding look from him she stands still again and allows him to push her back down on the lounge and he removes her jeans and socks all whilst never once losing eye contact, the intensity was all consuming she could feel her thong start to dampen and nipples tighten.

He hooks a finger under her chin and guides her back to standing, letting his hand slide down her throat until his thumb and finger were sitting either side of her neck on that delightful sweet spot where her blood pulsed …and squeezed just hard enough to make her eyes glaze and head start to spin and at this point there was absolutely nothing she wouldn’t do if he’d asked. Releasing his grip he ran his finger down her chest between her rising cleavage to release the hook on her front clasping bra and with a cup in each hand he slid it back over her shoulders grazing her aching nipples with his rough palms as if by accident, but she knew, nothing this man did was by accident.

The first hank of rope was in his hands, he unravelled it slowly and purposefully, every movement executed with the utmost control and confidence of a man who knew exactly what he was doing and intended on enjoying every single un-rushed second. Grabbing her wrists and placing them in front of her he started the tie, wrists bound he places her hands against her chest and manoeuvres himself behind her. In one fast, firm movement he pulls her hard against his chest with one arm whilst dragging the length of rope across her shoulder and against her neck, the closeness of his hot hard body against her ass and the vibration of the rope on her skin nearly tips her over the edge, she can’t help but tilt her head back and moan as her heart rate increases and the throbbing between her legs becomes so deliciously intense.

He continues the chest tie, binding her arms to her chest with long slow pulls of the rope and each knot punctuated with a firm tug as the end of the rope follows through, each movement causing her to go deeper and deeper into that place a mixture of peace and hypersensitivity. Her arms firmly secured to her chest, he returns to the front of her and lifts her chin until she raises her eyes to his and then kisses her deeply, firmly and passionately, while doing this he reaches around her and secures another rope around her waist.

Moving himself behind her and dropping to his knees, he runs his hands across her ass and inner thighs and all she can think is “oh please go higher.” He slides a rope between her legs, ensuring the roughness of the fibres makes fleeting contact with her soaked thong, right across her swollen clit, then sliding his hands under the sides of the dark material he removes her last item of clothing, leaving her completely exposed. Surely now he will touch her? She is begging him in her mind but knows better than to wiggle or move.

He stands and without a word picks up the remaining ropes in one hand and the rope around her waist in his other hand and leads her to the bedroom and positions her on the bed. “Oh a short tie” she thinks, thank god because she wanted his hard cock now! Her thoughts must have been clear on her face because he smiled at her, that smile, you know the one, the one that says “oh baby girl we’re not done yet” and proceeded to tie her ankle to her thigh and then secure it to the chest harness opening her up to him. He rolls her over and ties her other ankle to her thigh and now she knows exactly what predicament she’s about to be in. As he fastens her other leg up she is now fully opened up to him and exposed with absolutely no wriggle room, the vulnerability of it had her so wet she could feel the juices running down her thighs in anticipation.

He sits back and just watches her, drinking in her heat and sex, the absolute undeniable want in her eyes, and lightly runs his hand up the soft skin of her inner thigh while he leans over her and wraps his other hand around her throat and simultaneously squeezes and thrusts two fingers into her dripping pussy. The combination of the two push her instantly over the edge, her pussy hungrily clamps down on his fingers as her orgasm rocks through her body, all the more powerful with her inability to move with it. He places his fingers, glistening in her juices, in her mouth and she sucks them clean, loving the taste of herself.

Then he lowers his head between her legs to her dripping pussy and hooks his muscled arms under her thighs to grasp the ropes tying them open, anchoring her to him and with slow, deliberate licks of his tongue proceeded to work her back up, teasing her lips, her inner thighs, her clit and her opening. She is gasping now, hot wet and needy at that incredible brink ready to tip ……and he stops….

”Oh,” she moans “please.”

He looks up at her, mouth still over her pussy, hands still on the ropes pulling her to him.

“Oh what, baby girl? What do you want?” He demands of her.

She opens her mouth to answer and as she does he slowly pushes one finger into her and her back arches and her head rolls back, words no longer a possibility. He doesn’t move, just holds her there until she relaxes slightly and then slowly removes it, enticing another gasp from her. He repeats this over and over until she is riding that edge again, her wetness covering his hand, and then he adds another finger and changing the angle deeply and increasing the speed, his other hand on her lower abdomen he makes her squirt while telling her she’s such a good girl.

Using the ropes as handles he flips her effortlessly onto her front, chest down, on her knees with her ass presented to him. She feels the bed move as he gets up and hears the wardrobe open then a hand gently on her ass, followed by the slap of a leather flogger. A moan escapes her lips and slap again on the other cheek, the leather fronds biting into her skin causing her to suck in her breath. 1,2,3 she counted in her head, then the soft caress of his palm on her stinging behind, again the slap of leather on skin as this time he lands the strike across both cheeks. 1,2,3,4 and then caress, she moans again wanting to wriggle and arch but the ropes hold her firmly in place.

Finally she hears the zipper on his pants come down and looks across to the mirror to see his hard cock ready for her, he slides on a condom, the anticipation of finally getting what she’s been craving makes her whine involuntarily. He grasps her hips by the ropes and soooo slowly enters her and then when he is sheathed to the hilt he stops. She looks to the mirror, the sight of him balls deep in her was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.

He caught her eye and moved one hand to the rope at the small of her back and the other into her hair and fucked her hard and fast with pure primal strength and sexuality. She felt the orgasm build, her moans getting louder, the bite of the rope against her skin, the thickness of him inside her, the pull of her hair in his hand and again tumbled over the edge, her orgasm causing her pussy to greedily clench around his incredible cock as he continued to fuck her hard and deep through orgasm after orgasm until he climaxed with her, twisting his hand in the rope to make that last bite just that little more vicious.