Shhh

This is an older one too. And the only one I have written that was a real scene and not fiction. -KC

"Shhhh," he whispered. 

I quieted my tiny moans and whimpers until the only sound was my quickened breathing.  The ropes were terribly uncomfortable and I loved every second of it. 

About 30 minutes before he had started with a rope gag, the front of which he had tied a small loop of rope.  He tied it into my mouth, around the back of my head, and then wrapped it around my ponytail at the nape of my neck. 

“You weren't expecting a gag, were you?” He asked.  I shook my head “no” and made a sound that I hoped sounded positive.  He smiled, obviously enjoying himself.

He slid a smaller rope through the loop at the front of the gag and pulled.  I had no choice but to follow him across the room until I was facing a wooded post.  He tied off the rope to an eyebolt more than a foot above my head.  He stepped around behind me and did the same with the rope wrapped around my hair so my head was anchored in two directions.  If I rose up on my tip toes I could feel some slack, but not much, and not for long. 

R began to loop a small cord around my head from crown to chin, and before I knew it he was lifting me up as tall as I could stand as he tied off that rope to the ceiling right above my head.  Even though I knew better than to interfere with my hands, they were starting to feel a little too free still hanging at my sides.  Somehow he knew this and gifted me with a larger rope around my elbows to pull them together behind my back.  

I felt good and dully trussed, but he wasn't done quite yet, to my delight.  He tied a teeny string from my nipple rings to the rope extending from my gag.  It was just enough to lift most of the weight of my breasts.  I couldn't see what he had done of course; with my head anchored in three directions I could only look straight ahead. 

R stepped back to admire his work.  My head was off in space somewhere at this point and I knew my cunt was dripping wet.  I feel so sexy when I'm bound, and a little humiliated too, which just turned me on more. 

R must have decided that the elbow rope wasn't quite enough because he added more rope around my wrists pulling them together tightly enough so that the elbow rope was slack.  L, R's partner, stepped in front of me and began to run her hands all over my body touching my nipples, my face, my chest and hips.  She slid her hand between my legs.

"Is this allowed?" she asked. 

I tried to nod my head, then laughed at myself and tried a verbal answer, "mmm" was the best I could do. She laughed at my attempts, but she understood and slid her hand around my clit rubbing it ever so gently as I moaned and spread my legs to accommodate her. 

"Do you know how wet you are," she asked?

"Mmhmm," I squeaked out.

She continued touching me all over and rubbing my clit while R tied one more rope to my wrists lifting my bound hands up away from my body, and then tied it off to an eyebolt behind and above me. He grabbed a paddle and started spanking me with it.  He didn't do it hard or for very long, just enough to get a little endorphin buzz going.  L eventually excused herself and R moved around in front of me.  After making sure I was still ok, he slid his hand where L's had been between my lips and continued rubbing my clit. 

My hips were bucking, my mind was gone, my eyes closed, and my upper body so tightly restrained I could barely move. 

Moaning through my gag I heard him say, “Do you want to come?”

My eyes flew open and met his thinking, “oh yes! Please can I, please?”

He nodded, “yes, go ahead.”

I groaned and closing my eyes again to focus my attention on my clit.  In about 3 seconds flat I exploded in orgasm, my cunt dripping, my breathing quick and labored, moaning. 

“Shhhhh,” he whispered.