Tales of the Rope

Chapter 8: Home Delivery Continued
Brian gulped again, and looked up at this incredibly beautiful, handcuffed woman.
“You said in your letters that you have plenty of ropes?” Susie hinted. “Why don’t you get them out?” She smiled most sincerely
at him. “I hope you really know how to tie a girl,” she purred.
Words stuck in his throat, so he just swept her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Her skin was very soft and warm
to his touch.
It was true that he had experience at tying young ladies. It had been a passion of his during his teenage years and carried on to
college where he found many willing young women. And he had been quite good at it. But finding women who loved it as much
as he did was always a problem.
Brian set Susie down on her feet beside the bed. From the bottom drawer of his dresser, he selected a length of rope. Like all his
ropes, it was coiled tightly and had a small loop tied in one end. Susie looked down at the handcuffs and numerous coils of rope
still in the drawer and there was a smile of delight on her face. She actually licked her lips. Brian swallowed hard.
Kneeling down beside her, he told her to place her feet together. Then he bound her ankles tightly together, admiring those high
heel-clad feet with each turn of the rope.
Susie said nothing. But he could see her breathing was heavier now. And those large nipples were taut. With her unable to walk,
he felt it was safe to unlock her hands. With the handcuffs removed, she kept her arms behind her back to make it easy for him
to bind the wrists with palms facing, and then the elbows, making sure that they were tightly together. He remembered from
David’s letters that Susie loved her elbows bound as tightly as possible behind her. He jerked on the cinch rope until the
clothesline couldn’t sink any more into the soft flesh above her elbows. Then he knotted the rope several times.
He came around to the front of his captive. She was biting her lip gently and her eyes were closed. Without opening them, she
said, “Please gag me. I don’t want to talk any more.”
Under the ropes was a ball gag. When it was firmly buckled in place, he found both of them were breathing heavily. And the
elbows being together behind her did incredible things to make her breasts stick out. And that wasn’t all that was sticking out.
The bulge in his pants pointed right the soft curls of her pubic patch.
Brian could no longer resist. His hands clamped onto her breasts and squeezed. His reward was a moan of pure pleasure from
the bound and gagged woman. He toyed with the nipples and squeezed hard. Susie pressed back against his hands and

moaned. One hand wandered down to cup her sex. Her body immediately tensed and suddenly her hips were pushing against
his hand. The smell of excited woman filled the room.
Foreplay was not needed. This woman was ready to go, a finger inserted between her legs informed him. In a blur of passion, he
pushed her back onto the bed, not caring that she lay on her bound arms. Quickly he untied the ropes he had just placed on her
ankles and spread the legs wide. Using the rope just taken off, he looped one ankle and tied it to the leg of the bed at one corner.
Using another rope, he tied the other ankle to the other corner. The ropes now held her legs spread wide and made her a captive
to the bed.
Susie’s eyes were closed. Her breathing was a panting through the nose, and she wiggled suggestively, rolling her body from
side to side and thrusting her hips upward in invitation.
Almost tearing his clothes off, Brian climbed onto the bed. A second later he thrust his rod into the moist sheath that wanted it.
The warm, soft flesh engulfing his penis was wonderful. He shoved deeply, and they both gasped. Then he slowly withdrew and
began pumping. But passion betrayed him and what was meant to be a slow, sensual pumping of his tool inside her degenerated
into a hard pumping matched by the frenzied thrusting of her hips.
In less than a minute they both were exploding into intense orgasms, the female trailing the male by no more than five seconds.
His weapon buried deeply within her, he wrapped his arms around her and shuddered as he spent his sexual fluid into her eager
receptacle. The muscles of her vagina squeezed him, milking him of all he had to give.
Later, passion cooled by the most intense climax he had ever had, Brian rolled off her and staggered to his feet. His captive lay
there, trembling slightly, hips slowly rocking back and forth, and moaning softly. For a while all he could do was stand there and
admire his good luck. Finally he reached for the gag to remove it, but Susie shook her head and made noises plainly indicating
that she didn’t want the gag taken out. He knew with the instinct of a dominant male that she would also not welcome the
removal of the ropes that were the constant and very real reminder of her captive status. He also remembered the letters
describing how she loved to be left tied up after sex. And how she should be kept bound all the time she was his to play with.
Change the bondage, but don’t ever remove it, the letters had said.
Without waiting for the female to cool down, he untied her ankles then lifted her from the bed. He carried her into the kitchen and
set her down in a chair made of solid metal tubes. Then he picked up the chair and naked woman and carried both back into the
bedroom. He tied her legs together at the ankles and above the knees, making the ropes very tight, far tighter then he had ever
tied a girl before. Then he tucked her legs under the chair and tied a rope from the ankles up to her wrists. That rope, when

pulled, lifted her feet off the floor and pulled down quite hard on her arms. He added more rope around her waist and the chair
back, and she was quite solidly bound in place.
Through all this, the lovely woman’s eyes had stayed closed, giving the impression that she was off in some other world. But
what he did next brought her back. Taking a short length of rope, he doubled it in his hand, and then doubled it again. Then he
lashed out with the rope, catching both breasts squarely.
With a gasp of surprise and pain, Susie’s eyes opened wide. Brian brought the ropes back across the breasts with a backhand
stroke. Susie whined, and faint red marks appeared on the sides of her large globes. She shook her body and looked down as if
surprised to find that she was solidly bound to a chair.
“A whipping with rope will sting and hurt a little,” he informed, now the Master. “But there will be no damage. Don’t you agree?”
Susie looked up into his eyes. Mixed in hers was fear, excitement and understanding. Slowly she nodded, giving in that simple
act her permission for him to lash the tender flesh of her breasts. They both knew that it would hurt her. But they also knew that
the pain was well within her ability to take. And that it would make her very much aware of her helplessness. Which was what
they both wanted.
He whipped her breasts with the ropes slowly, often pausing to put the ropes down and allow the bound woman to savor her
helpless condition. Some of the lashes of the cotton clothesline were directed across the tops of her thighs. But a dozen such
strokes left only a slight redness so they both knew that no harm was being done.
When he took up again the smacking of her breasts, he noticed that she was straining against the ropes that held her. But he
was experienced, he had not lied in his letters, the bondage was good and she could do nothing to free herself. Still she
continued to struggle and strain against the ropes until he noticed that her eyes were closed again and her face flushed.
Realizing what was happening, Brian kept up a steady lashing of the big breasts, not hard but steady enough to keep a low level
of fresh pain.
Suddenly what he had been expecting happened. Susie’s whole body stiffened in a strained position as if trying to arch her way
out of the chair. Then she gasped loudly and trembled all over. Fascinated, Brian watched the first time he had ever seen a
woman reach an orgasm just from tight rope bondage and a light whipping of her breasts. It was incredible!
Her orgasm was long and intense. He left her tied to the chair for almost an hour. Then he released her from the chair, all except
for her arms, and retied her into a very tight hogtie on the bed. With a long white feather he tickled her until tears were running
down her cheeks, enjoying the frantic struggles and strange cries of agony and laughter that escaped from behind the gag.

As midnight approached, Brian found his rod again standing at attention and a craving to put it somewhere. He unbuckled the
gag and pulled Susie over until she was at the edge of the bed. Then he grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled back her
head. It was not necessary to tell her to take the cock in her mouth. She opened wide and welcomed the throbbing flesh with a
tongue eager to please it. He tried to stretch out the wonderful feeling, but this woman really knew how to excite a man and he
found himself again shooting his load into her. She swallowed it all eagerly.
At exactly midnight, Susie was standing next to the door. Her hands were again locked in the steel cuffs behind her back, the
vivid red marks from the ropes a reminder of the long hours they had held her prisoner. Brian buttoned the coat around her and
felt a pang of regret as that incredible nudity was covered.
“Will I see you again?” he asked.
“That’s up to David,” she replied, and then leaned over to kiss him.
With nothing else to be said or done, Brian opened the door and watched her sexy walk until she disappeared into the dark night.
Two blocks down and around the corner, Susie came up to her van. She glanced around and, finding no one watching, wiggled
her hands around to the small pocket she had sown inside the coat. From it she took the tiny key and unlocked the handcuffs.
The pocket also yielded a car key. Quickly she reached down and pulled up the coat until it slipped over her head. Less than ten
seconds later she was inside the van and the side door was closed. After getting dressed, she climbed up to the driver’s seat.
For a while she sat there with eyes closed, remembering each delightful moment of the evening.
Finally she sighed and picked up a clipboard from the seat next to her.
She checked off the name of Brian Cory and looked to the next name and address. The very sexy, very sneaky, and never
married Susie, started the van and drove off in search of the next adventure.