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A Rope Slut is Born
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A Rope Slut is Born I was mesmerized the minute I first saw the photograph. He called it “a rack", but it was unlike any rack I had ever seen. Of course, I hadn’t seen any racks in person, but this was completely different from pictures I had seen in the past. A million questions immediately came to mind along with an overwhelming desire; a need, a desperate longing to be tightly bound to the rack in the photograph. I had always fantasized about being restrained, but the fantasies that sprung to mind when I saw this photograph were way beyond anything I had ever dreamed of before. My mind raced with all the potential bondage possibilities. The rack had a large wooden frame, about the size of a double door frame. Thick black rope crossed side to side and up & down forming a checkered pattern. The rack was mounted such that it could move. It could go from horizontal to vertical and I needed to know immediately if it could be made to go completely upside down. He wouldn’t tell me. Not initially. Then it occurred to me that if I laid down on it while it was horizontal, and put my feet where my head should go, I would, of course, be upside down when the rack was moved to the upright position. The image of that rack stayed buried in the dark and naughty recesses of my submissive mind for many months. It all came flooding back the day I finally crossed the threshold into his dungeon for the first time. There it was, standing right in front of me. All the fantasies came rushing back filling my mind and making it hard to focus. Would I be allowed the honor and pleasure of being bound to his rack on this visit? Or would he make me wait? It didn’t take long to learn the answer to that question. I followed each and every one of his instructions as best I could with the hope that my reward would be time spent on the rack. At his command, I slowly undressed. I took my time as I unzipped my sweater, letting the soft fabric caress my shoulders as it slid off my body. I reached behind my back, unhooked my bra and gradually exposed my already erect nipples. Taking a few steps away and turning my back to him I slowly unzipped my skirt. I wiggled my ass a bit as I pushed the skirt over my hips, down my firm ass and let if fall into a pool of blackness at my feet. My black lace thong underwear followed my skirt and got caught in the sexy patent leather stiletto pumps I had chosen for this evening. As I attempted to step out of the discarded clothing I stumbled a bit and my hands grabbed hold of the first thing they could……… The rack. It felt solid and sturdy under my hands and my eyes once again wandered the length of it. “Pick your clothes up and place them here” his voice snapped me out of my daydreams and brought me back into focus. He placed a blindfold over my eyes and ensured I couldn’t see. Firmly he took hold of my shoulders and guided me to the foot of rack. “Climb up" he commanded “Carefully” . I lifted my right leg as high as I could and cautiously placed it on the wooden frame. As I lifted my left leg onto the rack, my right shin dug into the frame causing me to wince for the first time that evening. I slowly and carefully crawled across the rope lattice of the rack, my hands searching for the frame to ensure I was centered. Even blindfolded I could feel his presence mere inches from my flesh ensuring my safety. “Stop now.” He said. “Slowly and carefully roll over and lay on your back.” I did as I was instructed until I lay flat on my back, moving as he directed until he was satisfied that I was centered on the rack. I felt the ropes of the rack cradle my naked body as I breathed deeply and relaxed putting the care and safety of my body into his capable hands. He lifted my left hand and I felt the warmth of his flesh on mine. A shiver went through the length of my body as the cool air of the dungeon surrounded me. I felt him wrap the rope around my wrist and another shiver went through my body. This was the point of no return. Once bound to the rack, I was his to do with as he pleased. There was no escape, no turning back. I took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and allowed the transfer of power to take place. Freed from the responsibility of being in control, I surrendered to my submissive desires. All of the tension left my body and I focused my mind on the physical sensations of the rope being wrapped around my wrist and arm. The rope slid gently over my skin as he bound my forearm tightly to the lattice of the rack. When he moved to the other side I tugged against the restraint. There was no movement. My arm would not come loose. I took a deep breath and smiled. Another shiver ran through my body. As he began to tie my right arm he tossed a pile rope on top of my body. The weight of the rope warmed me like a blanket across my thighs, my crotch and my abdomen. I wiggled my hips feeling the rope teasing my pussy and offering a promise of things to come. As he pulled the rope, it nestled deeply in between my bare lips and brushed against my clit. Bump, bump, bump, bump, the soft braid played a tantalizing rhythm across my sensitive nerve endings. With my sight stripped from me I was totally focused on the movement of the rope. A small whimper escaped my lips. The rope was heating up my pussy and juices were starting to flow. He was instantly aware of the effect his rope was having on me. He pushed the rope aside and used his fingers to asses the situation. I could feel his pleasure and sense his smile as he felt the warmth and wetness his rope had caused. I whimpered again as his fingers excited me further. When he was finished checking, he made sure the rope was positioned snugly through the lips of my pussy. The soft nylon/poly rope continued seducing my clit and sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body as he pulled on it over and over again. My breathing became shallow an irregular as the rope sent my head spinning into space and I was no longer able to control the whimpers and moans of pleasure. “Such noises you are making” he chuckled. “What would you like in your mouth, slut?" he asked catching me off guard. I struggled to stop thinking about the rope on my throbbing clit and tried to focus. What would make him happy, I wondered? “Umm, a gag Sir?” I guessed. “Oh, no. No gag for you. I love hearing those noises. Open your mouth, rope slut" he commanded. I did as I was told and was rewarded with a piece of rope in my mouth. My teeth sunk into the braid and I felt it give under the pressure. With the tip of my tongue I felt the texture of the rope. I slid my tongue back and forth along it’s length savoring the feel, taste and smell of the rope. It was a totally new sensation for me and I was surprised at how much I loved having the rope in my mouth. As I clenched the rope tightly in my teeth he crisscrossed another piece back and forth across my chest. With every pass he made sure to rub the rope across my sore, clamped nipples. Every time the rope came in contact with a nipple he was rewarded with a small gasp as the pleasure-pain of the clamps and rope sent shock waves through my body. “Open” he commanded and I opened my mouth. He removed the rope leaving a void. My tongue gave the rope one last lick and my lips pouted as it departed. Moving further down my body he began to work his rope around the inside of my thighs and around my waist. With every pass I prayed my engorged clit would get some attention. My hips wiggled and swayed, crying out for the touch of his hand or a swipe of the rope. My whimpers of pleasure turned to cries of longing and desire as I was denied and made to wait. My body trembled with wanting and need. He began to bind my legs tightly to the rack. I was so completely focused on the sensation of the rope around my crotch, breast and arms I was unaware of what he was doing until I felt the warm wetness of his mouth on my clit. I cried out in pleasure as the sensitive nerve endings received a quick relief from the aching desire. No sooner did I start to climb the ladder towards orgasm then he removed his mouth and went back to tying. Over and over again, without warning he would stimulate my clit; a finger, a tongue, a swipe of the rope stimulating and withdrawing making me crazy with desire. Finally he was done tying me to the rack. He cranked the handle and the rack started to move to a horizontal position. I felt like I was floating as I gradually moved to vertical, upright position. I hung there for a while, suspended, feeling weightless, my head spinning happily in subspace, and then I felt the tails of the flogger land on my aching nipples. I winced. Over and over again the flogger landed on my chest, my thighs, and my crotch. Fluid began to drip down the inside of my thighs as he worked magic with his flogger. He moved behind me and I felt the flogger on my ass, my back and my thighs. Deeper and deeper I drifted into a happy place deep inside my own head. My body strained against the rope. Not to get away from the flogger but to meet it, my body craving the sensation of the heavy thud and slight sting. The flogging stopped and I drifted happily not thinking about anything. I just hung there on the rack, my body feeling wonderful and my mind at peace. I was abruptly startled out of my trance by the unmistakable buzz of the magic wand. The instant my brain registered the sound the wand was already on my clit. The tantalizing buzz sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing throughout my body. All of the stimulation leading up to this moment already had me on the edge of orgasm and it took mere seconds to reach that point. “May I cum, please Sir?” I pleaded as my body started to reach orgasm. “Yes Slut, you may cum” and with the verbal release, my body went over the edge. I strained against the ropes as my torso shook with wave upon wave of orgasm. He held the vibrator against my clit, pressing it hard against my swollen flesh. Before I could come done from the first orgasm, another more powerful orgasm threatened. “Please Sir, May I cum again?” I barely managed to ask. “Again?” he questioned. “Yes, cum." he said. As I climaxed, I pulled even harder against my restraints. The feel of the rope around my arms and legs adding to the pleasure. Once again my body shook, harder this time as the orgasm washed over me. I was unable to control the screams of pleasure that had been building for so long. My juices covered the head of the wand and dripped down over his hand. A glow of perspiration covered me as my body struggled against the restraints. My orgasm finally peaked and I started to come down but he didn’t remove the wand from my clit. I could feel the vibration throughout my entire body. I welcomed the sensation; my body needing, craving more release, more pleasure. The orgasm started to build to an even higher crescendo. I knew I was seconds away from the stimulation getting too intense and then I crossed that threshold. I struggled to get away from the vibration. My body tensed. The sensations were so intense I felt as if I were a dam ready to burst. And then “Oh god, oh god, oh god” was all I could manage to whisper as I squirted my juices. I continued squirted massive amounts of fluid soaking the vibrator, his hand, my legs and the carpet. The release was intense. My body throbbed as wave after wave of fluid squirted out of my stimulated pussy until I was spent. He shut the wand off and my body went limp. I was thankful for the rope the kept me from falling to the floor. Thus starts my journey and new found love affair with rope.   SkierChick   |
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Wow! This appeals to me on quite a few levels. Sex with you....obviously. Ropes. (especially black rope, I don't know if that makes a difference to you but I do like that tary colour of the rope in the picture. I think I would like it even more if it was old fashioned rope smelling of tar. ) I love rope and knots and although I haven't indulged in too much bondage I think I could be persuaded to tie you to a rack. Torturing you on the rack. Yup, I could do that, as long as I didn't have to hurt you too much, lol. But I definitely could get into the odea of a rack a bit like this but which would still stretch you out a bit. That's where the final appeal of your picture comes in: I just love woodwork and joinery, especially well designed contraptions in good solid 4 by 2! I like the way the bracing pieces are cut to neat angles on your rack. I am designing one in my head as I write this. One which would stretch your arms up over your head and your legs wide apart and suspend you naked upside down......maybe over a fire....or would that be going to far? LOL.
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6/1/2010 12h21 |
Wow....speechless......
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6/1/2010 13h57 |
seriously hot Ski... so can I assume that you and Master are back together? Check out blog whatsurpleasur. it won't hurt... much!
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I started reading unaware of your tendencies,but by the end i was aroused and wanting more.
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Ah, but it wouldn't be any fun for me unless I was allowed to hurt you at least just a little........
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9/1/2010 6h39 |
Man he is a lucky basterd. I wish I was him
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14/1/2010 15h44 |
So, he wracked your brain with that one...
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Your stories never fail to get me hard skierchick and yes like the others I envy him greatly, I would love to have you helpless like that as I worked the viabrator between your legs mmmm then I would have to eat your sweet hot wet pussy afterward until you came again or again. lol always available --ever ready.
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wow! at first i didn't think i'd be interested ..but damn! i was wrong! that was so HOT! ..just join me on my blog bustybettyboop and still looking for some hot,sexy,creative contestants for my next contest...come join us! need a blog mentor or want to be one? 
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6/2/2010 12h10 |
I can't get enough of this!!!!
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20/4/2010 20h20 |
Let me take you too level you only dreamt the rack is the close to the beginning but if we connect baby you will be daddy wet naughty slut
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My dear nice to have read it  but i envy no man! iv'e got to the point that i don't think i'll ever meet anyone on this site so i decided to start writing out my dreams so please check out "My Slut Wife" or Fun In The Islands" and you'll see what i mean.   THE CUN-JUICE-CRAVER
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