There's this tall brunette at work, let's call her Erica, who I've grown to
know quite well. Let's just say that even though I try to help all those who
ask for help, she's thought that I was kind of special in that way. Since her
first day at work I helped her adjust to our environment and feel more
comfortable. Eventually people could see us taking lunch breaks together.
Nothing much happened beyond that, however, as I'm already happily married to my
lovely wife, who for this story I'll call Lola.
As it happened one day during lunch, Erica, who is usually fairly stoic about
her emotions, broke down and started telling me about her breakup with the guy
she was seeing for the past year. For the next half hour, her frustrations and
depression and anger became more and more evident. When lunch hour was up, she
asked me "can you spend some time with me after work? I really don't want to be
alone right now."
Well, after listening to such an outpouring of emotion, it was kind of hard
for me to keep my mind on my work and not to think about and sympathize with
Erica's problems. So finally, after work, I drove her home. She was noticeably
silent through the whole ride. She asked me in, and I accepted, though saying
that I could only stay a few minutes. Once inside, she hugged me, clung to me.
In a friendly sort of way I returned the hug. I assumed she just wanted
someone's shoulder to cry on. As her lips slowly drifted towards mine, though,
I gently pushed her away, saying sorry and reminding her that I was married.
She then told me "but I love you..." Thoughts started rushing through my head,
was she saying this only because of her recent trauma? is she mistaking
gratitude and intimacy for love? I couldn't say. I decided to try to scare her
away. I told her "I love my wife very much, and I can't bring myself to having
an affair behind her back. But perhaps if you'd like to join us..."
Well, she did stop and look at me strangely, but then that look melted back
into that look of longing and infatuation, as she bowed her head and said "yes,
whatever would make you happy." This answer caught me unexpectedly. I tried
again to scare her away by warning her "You might not like what we do. I like to
tie up and 'do S&M' to my Lola. I enjoy abusing and hurting helpless victims.
You can still back away now, I'm giving you this chance... unless you wouldn't
mind being tied up and having intense pain inflicted on you." Again that look
of disbelief flashed across her face. In her typically stoic reaction, she
looked down, and after another moment of silence she said "I didn't know you
were the type." "We all have thoughts locked within us that would shame hell,"
I told her, "and I can't change who I am." She admitted to me that she's never
been, well, tied up before, and that she was interested, "only because I trust
you so much."
Exasperated, I rationalized it out to myself that I shouldn't feel guilty
then, that it wasn't like I was sneaking around or anything, so I gave in and
said "Fine, I will pick you up from work on Friday, and you will not see the
outside world again until Monday, when I drive you back to work. While you are
in my house you may not disobey any of my orders. That's the way I run my
household. Understood?" I guess it was as surprising for me to see her getting
excited about this as it was for her to find out a little about my private life,
but I could see her excitement was cheering her up. "Since you've never done
this before, I'll go a bit easier on you." I felt good for her, and strangely
happy about myself as we said "good-bye," "see you tomorrow at work," and
"thank-you for the ride."
On my way back home, I was thinking how lucky things were turning out the way
they were. As so happened, a couple of days ago Lola, who I guess was bottling
up a lot of emotion about Erica, exploded at me, accusing me of secretly loving
Erica over her. This was surprising to me because I trusted her enough to tell
her about almost anything, including those things that may have seemed almost
questionable. If anything I thought she would trust me back. "Who, Bill (my
name in this story), sneaking around?," I hear her say in my mind, "Impossible!
He tells me >everything!know< I had bondage plans for her but would have to wait a week, excited, while
I kept the door to the basement locked to work on my plans. Sometimes, though,
I'd kept the basement open, so that she could walk down at her leisure and not
know what all the stuff was for. This would get her fertile imagination going,
which would keep her excited in a different way until the weekend (sometimes,
too, she'd make plans of her own how to turn the tables on me). And then some
times we'd trick each other, but we'd never do the same thing twice. The
variety is one of the reasons why I remain happily loyal to Lola!
So today the Friday came. I guess Erica had some pretty bizarre (or maybe
pretty standard) ideas what S&M was all about, for she wore leather boots,
gloves, and jacket, fishnet stockings underneath a tight skirt, and a beige
sweater that was a bit tight. A messy hairdo that vaguely resembled a heavy
metal star's... And the makeup, ugh, pretty thick! I tried to avoid her all
day, it was very embarrassing to be even >seen< with her! I guess I exaggerated
a bit when I told her S&M, we're actually quite vanilla about bondage. After a
long day at work, I told her I appreciated her trying to get into the mood for
the weekend, but the makeup would scare Lola, and to please go to the bathroom
to wash the stuff off. I sensed a bit of hurt, but she complied. Afterwards I
drove her back to my house.
Before getting out of the car, I had Erica take off her jacket and turn so
that her back was towards me. I then handcuffed her gloved hands behind her and
draped the jacket back on her shoulders. Then I attached the keys to the
handcuffs to a 3' long string loop and loosely hung it around her neck. I can
sense Erica stiffening with anticipation. Then I lead her to the front door. I
rang the doorbell, then unlocked the door. The doorbell was to alert Lola I was
home. As I came in, I saw Lola, totally nude, in the foyer kneeling, back on
her heels, knees wide, back slightly arched and hands behind her neck, elbows
wide. I can tell she had been looking forward to this weekend, but I can also
tell she was surprised by the guest by her sudden change in facial expression as
she quickly sat back on her bottom and tried to cover herself as best she could
with her legs and arms. I closed the door behind me and told her "Lola, this is
Erica. Instead of having an affair with her, I have brought her home to be our
playmate. She will share in and be a part of your punishment this weekend."
Lola's mouth stayed hung open in disbelief as I told Erica "Lola will get you
ready for me. Do as she says." Then I told Lola to stand up. Grabbing her
hand with one hand, and Erica's handcuff key in the other, I brought them
together and said "prepare her. I want you two waiting for me in the usual
position downstairs. Leave her clothes with me." We had a devil of a time
trying to get Erica's boots off (no shoes permitted in our house), then Lola led
Erica into the bathroom by the key necklace.
* * *
The night begins. My two lovely slaves-for-the-weekend, Erica the taller
brunette, and Lola the more petit blonde, await downstairs for me in the
basement. I can see Lola has groomed Erica well, her hair is now nice, smooth,
silky and straight. Erica has on nothing but a collar, about 4 inches in front
tapering to about 2.5 inches in back, to keep her head straight. A small D-ring
protrudes from both the front and the back of the collar, for more flexibility
in securing her. A ball-gag is secured to the back of the collar, and both are
locked together with a single small lock. Her arms are stretched above her
loosely by a set of handcuffs hanging from a ring from a chain from the ceiling
rafters. Lola is dressed similarly next to Erica. She's done a fine job
preparing both of them for me.
I take out this stout wooden 4X4 frame and lay it out in the middle of the
basement, underneath this pulley I have hanging from the ceiling. I have three
eye-bolts attached to the frame tonight, two on opposite ends of on side, and
one in the middle of the other side.
I tie a 5' piece of rope around Erica's waist, knotting it in the back and
leaving about a 2' piece dangling down. Then I take a 12' long piece of rope,
and release Erica's wrists from the handcuffs. I use about 2' to re-tie her
wrists behind her securely, tying around both wrists as well as in between. The
rest of the rope I use to secure her upper arms to her thorax, both above and
below her breasts. To both conserve rope and make the bonds a bit tighter, I
tie her upper arms in a position so that they're slightly behind her thorax. Her
arms, then, have this tendency to move outwards, which only serves to tighten
the rope. Plus, aesthetically it also puts a slight arch on her back. She looks
beautiful from the front so far...
I thread the end of the 2' dangling waist rope between her wrists, over her
wrist bonds, down below her crotch and tie tightly to her waist rope in front,
making sure the rope fits snuggly between the lips of her labia minora. Now
every movement she makes with her hands produces changes on the pressure in her
crotch rope, which among other things slightly chafes along her sensitive lips
(and I see getting moist in the process!) and puts little rubbing motions on her
mons pubis, which contains her clitoris which by now has retracted a bit beneath
her folds of skin, indicating her extreme arousal by now. The chest ropes do
two things: they decrease the freedom of movement of her arms, so even though
two of the four knots I tied on her are but inches from her hands, she has no
way of reaching them (to her frustration/happiness, especially while trying!),
and the chest ropes decreases her thorax flexibility so she is forced to breathe
more using her abdominals. This is interesting for me to see, for as she gets
excited, she breathes faster and harder, and the abdominal breathing likewise
changes pressure on her crotch rope.
Grabbing her by the chest ropes between her breasts with one hand, and taking
the pair of handcuffs with the other, I lead her to the spot on the floor
immediately adjacent to the wooden frame, near the single eye-bolt. I lay her
on her back, with her neck just over the iron ring. I secure her neck there
with the handcuff by threading one end of the handcuff through the ring and
hooking onto the D-ring in back of her collar. To secure her more to my
satisfaction, I take a few more short lengths of rope and, one by one, bend her
knees and tie her ankles to her upper thighs. Now, the only movements permitted
by her legs serve only to rub her labia against her crotch rope.
I grab a 20' rope and turn my attentions to Lola. Yes, she was the 'bad'
girl this week, so I must punish her a bit more severely. I unlock her from her
handcuffs overhead, and cross her wrists behind her so that they both turn away
from her, and tie her wrists together in a '3-D X-pattern.' This tie serves to
make her feel more helpless and, since both her palms are exposed to me, more
vulnerable. The way her arms are twisted outward slightly in this position gives
her little leverage to do much, not that she could in any other tie.
To continue, I have left a 3' section dangling from one side of the wrist
knot and the rest of the long piece of rope on the other side. With the two
ends of the rope I tie around her waist, knotting them in front. Now what's
left is a long rope dangling in front of her. Her wrists are now secured to the
small of her back. Using the free rope, I lead her to the middle of the wooden
frame and, facing her towards the single eyebolt and Erica, tell her to kneel.
As usual, she kneels with her knees spread. I take a couple of lengths of rope
and, one by one, tie her ankles to the rings on the corners of the frame. I then
unlock the free end of the handcuffs that were holding Erica's neck to the third
ring, and lock it to the D-ring in front of Lola's collar. So now you can
picture handcuffs, going through the ring, holding two necks. Lola can see
Erica, but Erica in her position can't really see what's happening behind her,
except that Lola's close by! This sets the stage for the fun now...
So you see Lola, not quite spread-eagled, but kneeling uncomfortably with her
head down, with her bottom helplessly exposed, and with her hands in no position
to help her. I grab the end of the long rope that was dangling from her waist
rope, thread it through the large triangle formed by her thighs and the
floor, bring it up and thread it through the pulley above the frame. I pull it
down until the slack goes away and tightens a bit, as I watch Lola's fingers
curl helplessly at the air as she gets an idea of what I am about to do. All
Erica sees now is a rope coming down from the pulley. I make sure the rope in
Lola's crotch is fitting snuggly between her lips and crevice between her
cheeks, then go over to Erica. I untie her right leg, then pull it straight up
until it sticks straight into the air. As I hold her leg in my right hand I
pull the rope in my left until Lola is forced to raise her bottom higher into
the air, but not quite so high that her knees have to leave the floor. I tie
the rope to Erica's leg now. There is no way for Lola to tell Erica her
predicament, but from the sounds Lola makes whenever Erica moves her right leg
(which is going to be pretty frequent, when her leg starts to get tired in that
position)...
In all fairness I let Erica know what's going on (sort of), by telling her
since it's going to be a long night, I'll let the two play with each other for a
while while I go get a cup of coffee. I then get a 1/4" wooden dowel (available
in any balsa-wood section of hobby stores) and leave it next to Lola so only she
can see it. Her eyes, which grew wide with anticipation as she saw it, made me
smile a bit...
While coming back I'm not halfway downstairs when I can already hear the
muffled groans and the mews. I kneel on one knee next to Lola, and gently
stroke her vaginal lips with one hand, the crotch rope between two fingers. I
go "aww, does that hurt?" I can feel her warm gooey arousal as I get up, pat
her bottom a few times and sit down next to Erica. I start teasing her breasts,
stroking stroking them, and lightly tweaking her nipples. That tweak really got
her, as her leg jerked and Lola tried to yelp. A few more tweaks and I can see
that she is >very< sensitive in that area. I slowly stroke and rub Erica all
over, face, shoulders, breasts, ribs, stomach, thighs, gradually working down to
her vagina. By now it's glistening. As I cup her vagina I can feel how much
the rope is moving and changing pressure, and even though her right leg isn't
moving much due to its position, her left knee gives away how much she's
straining against her bonds. Her left leg is moving everywhere as I apply
pressure with my palm to her vagina and clitoris, and causes Lola's mews to get
more frantic. Erica's head is leaning back, her eyes are closed as her head
rolls side to side, careful not to lose contact with Lola's head or they'll
collide again. Meanwhile my member is throbbing and I feel as if I must relieve
myself. The hand over the vagina is very slippery so I rub Erica's legs,
thighs, body, breasts in trying to dry it off. "You like this, don't you?" I
ask her. She tries her best to nod, not easy with the collar on, as she's
finding out! I kneel between her legs, put on a condom, then untie the knot at
her belly button and release the rope blocking her vaginal entrance. I then
position the head of my penis at her entrance. There's very little stopping her
orgasm, and as I brush aside her left knee so I can bend over her, she goes over
the brink. I lower my head at the junction between her head and shoulders. I
breath in the smell of the leather collar and the moistness of her sweat as I
passionately suck her skin, penetrate her vagina, stroke her right breast and
her left leg. I thrust a couple of more times and realize I can't hold on much
longer, either. I just squeeze with all my might, as she squeezes my penis with
her vaginal muscles, and I come and come...
Still a bit lightheaded from the ejaculation, I come sit down next to Lola. I
leave Erica the way she is, without the crotch rope, to recover. I press Lola's
crotch rope against her rectum with my thumb, and with the rest of my hand I
press against her vulva and lower belly. With my hand in this position I lift
Lola up a little off her knees with my palm. In this way I support her and let
her relax a bit against the relentless pressure caused by the rope tied to
Erica's leg. Then I gently let her down again, then stroke the inside of her
thighs with my wet hand to dry it. The cooling effect of her juices on her own
skin only serve to remind her of how helpless she is right now. I marvel at the
dichotomy here, here I am sitting cross-legged very relaxed, touching her at
will
and she can't do anything about it! I tell her that and it gets to her, she
tries in vain to struggle, then abruptly stops.
I pick up the 1/4" dowel and swing it in the air, enjoying the 'whoosh' sound
it makes when it flies through the air at that speed. I can see she's cringing
at every 'whoosh.' After a while I finally hit her very exposed bottom.
Actually, it was more of a light tap. She jerked and cringed anyway, as she was
expecting a >little< more. Her hands were really busy twisting as her fingers
were curling and uncurling. I kept tapping her at odd moments, but she kept
cringing for she knew when she least expected it I would use a much harder,
stinging blow. Her mewing began to get shaky as I continued, but eventually
she stopped cringing, whether from exhaustion or giving up I don't know. So I
finally give her a good whack across her bottom. I think she welcomed it, as
the anticipation was driving her nuts. "Straighten your knees" I told her, and
she tried to do a little balancing act with her head against Erica's and tried
to push off her knees off the floor. "Erica, stop acting like a slut and lower
your obscene leg" I told Erica, and she tried to comply, which helped Lola a
bit. I put my hand against her crotch again and helped her up. Now she stands,
bent over, in a very precarious position. I whacked her again, and she almost
falls, fingers curling like mad. I allow her to gently lower herself. Then I
whacked her behind her lower thigh. The good thing about this thin dowel is
that I have almost absolute control over where it hits, and its stings are
localized intensely in a small area. Plus I really don't have to use much skill
or timing to get it right, unlike a whip. Again I tap, and caress her welts
with the dowel. Whack! on her bottom. More tapping and caressing. Whack!
both cheeks. Whack! behind her thighs. More tapping and caressing. This
time I use a hand to caress. She's not sure if I stopped yet, but she enjoys
how I massage her welts. Whack! Whack! Despite her immobility I can see she's
really straining against her bonds. I can also see that tears have welled up so
much a couple of drops have made it down her nose and dripped to the floor.
Finally, my penis is getting painfully engorged again, so I stop and go untie
Erica. I untie her legs and unlock her neck from the handcuffs. I leave her
arms tied. Lola, whose bottom has been strung uncomfortably high for a while,
now has a chance to recover. I gently pinch one of Erica's nipple and pull up,
forcing her to stand up. Her lips are busy silently protesting around the ball
gag as I continue using the nipple to lead her to my adjustable cross. It's a
smooth piece of 2X4 that's angled 60 degrees from the ground and reaches the
ceiling. On it I have already positioned a crosspiece at about head level. I
make Erica face the cross on the ascending side, and tie a piece of rope from
her front collar D-ring to the cross. Then I untie her arms and hands, then
retie her hands in front of her, leaving a length of rope dangling. I use this
rope to tie her hands to the crossbar, then I release her leash. Now she's tied
with her hands stretched above her, leaning on and straddling a leaning cross.
I see how lovely Erica is in this position, as I debate whether or not to change
my plans to just leave her like that and cross her ankles and tie them against
the cross. Actually, I like my first idea better:
I tie a rope to her left ankle, then tie that rope to the left side of the
cross-piece. Her left leg is now stretched high in the air to her left. When I
do the same thing to Lola, I guess because of our martial arts training she's
flexible enough to hold that position while standing on her right leg. Erica
has to sit on the cross and squeeze with her right leg to keep her balance. I
finish the job by taking Erica's right ankle and hanging that from the right
side of the cross-piece. Now she's precariously balanced, doubled over, with
legs spread. I untie her hands and gently let her body unbend. I keep her
hands above her head as I tie them tightly to the bottom of the cross, so that
now she's upside-down and stretched out with her legs spread. Being upside-down
does wonders to the female figure, her breasts hang towards her head a bit and
take on a whole new shape, her abdomen is now smaller as a lot of her internal
organs are pushed against her diaphragm, and thus it becomes necessary to use
the chest to breathe. Even her pubic area looks pleasantly different! With all
that extra length of rope from her wrists I make sure her arms are stretched and
together, with her head resting on top of them. Then I tie the rope around her
neck, through the D-ring in front of her collar, and around her arm pits. Her
collar is thick enough and wide enough to prevent her from choking on the neck
rope, otherwise I wouldn't use that tie. With her neck comfortably secured I
use the extra length of rope to lash her stomach to the cross. She is a
beautiful sight to behold as I stroke her from her armpits to her ankles in one
sweep to make sure she knows how much exposed she is.
Since I'm going to be leaving her in this position for a while, I'll leave
her some things to think about. I take out a vibrator, and setting it on a low
level, insert it into her wet vagina. In her position it will not fall out, and
any type of movement near her hips will force her to feel the weight of the
vibrator. In fact I only insert it about a third of the way in and let go,
letting it sink in by itself. I set it on a low level so she'll stay excited,
but not enough to go over the edge. Then I stroke her nipples a bit and watch
her squirm. I take out two clothespins, the wooden spring-action ones, and
attach them to her nipples. Now any movement she makes near her thorax,
including her breathing, will cause the clothespins to throw their inertia
around, which I can see she feels. Her upside down position causes her blood to
go to her head, which gives her a slightly dizzy sensation and leads to greater
levels of threshold before orgasm. Here I will leave Erica while I attend to
Lola. (I have a picture of this, too).
Lola I release from the handcuff tethering her neck to the ring below her. I
tell her to stand up, with her feet still tied wide apart and her hands still
lashed to the small of her back. I get out my adjustable leg-spreader, and
fully contract it to its smallest of about 2 1/2' and tie each end to behind her
knees using lots of rope. I untie her ankles and permit her a few awkward steps
with her thighs spread with the spreader. While standing, I untie her wrists
and waist, then I retie her hands in front of her. She's still underneath the
pulley, so I thread the end of her wrist ropes through it and pull down a bit.
I tell her to kneel, as I slowly let out the slack. When she's down, she's
standing on her knees with her hands stretched above her. With the loose end of
the rope from the pulley I thread down below her crotch, making sure the rope
passes between her labia minora, up behind her, through the crack of her bottom,
and then around the waist and the descending rope. I loop a couple of times
around the waist and tie it off behind her. She's strictly tied, but she can
still wiggle a bit. Now to put on some pressure.
I tell her to spread her knees. The spreader I tied to her knees allows her
to spread but does not allow shrinkage back. She does so awkwardly as the
spreader is spread until a small 'click' is heard, indicating a point of no
return. Her posture is noticeably straighter now, since as she spreads her knees
her crotch must go lower, which stretches the rope connecting that to her wrists
through the pulley overhead. Since she can't spread her knees by herself
anymore, I pull her knees apart another notch with my hands. 'Click.' her
front is as flat as a board now, with her breasts stretched up high and close
together with her arms lifted like that. She's starting to have a bit of
difficulty breathing. I tilt her head back, out of the way of her arms, to
slacken the arms a bit and also so she is forced to look up now, her head
trapped behind her arms. 'Click.' "UUGH" she manages to say. With her head
tilted up, her gag is forced into her mouth more. She is really stretched, as
her abdomen is curving inward now and a thin sheet of sweat is developing over
her body. Her ribs are prominent, as are all the muscles of her legs, hips,
back and shoulders straining under the pressure. I stop pulling and tighten the
safety seal on the leg spreader. (I have a picture of this, too)
As an added bonus to this, Erica has a head-on (albeit upside-down) view of
all this, since this is being done in front of her and is making her excited.
Erica tries to throw her hips around, to no avail, the way she's tied, and her
breaths are coming faster again, which in turn throws her breasts with the
clothespins around. Her mewing is getting louder.
I take out the dildo stool (without dildo, of course!) and sit next to Lola,
so she can see my face as I gently pinch her nipple. I can see her grimace and
moan, but not anything she can do about it! About the only things she can move
are her fingers and toes. Even her breathing is a struggle for her now as she
takes short staccato breaths. I playfully pull a bit on her crotch rope and let
it twang back. I then take out a rubber band. Just a plain old rubber band,
and dangle it above Lola's head to let her see it. Her eyes grow wide with
panic and she sways a bit, but that's about all she can do. I stretch the
rubber band between my left thumb and forefinger, and with my right thumb and
forefinger stretch it and let it go twang. I grab the rubber band with my right
fingers again, and press my left thumb and forefinger on her thigh right above
her knee. I can see she's trying to wiggle it, but try as she may she can't
escape the sudden sting I inflict on her when I snap the little rubber band. I
finally snap the rubber band and watch her reaction. I repeat the process, a
bit higher up on her thigh this time, then a little higher, then a little
higher... I come up to her labia minora now. It's great how accurately I can
aim this thing. I press my left thumb and forefinger on two points on the same
side of the crotch rope of her labia minora... >snap!< She's trying to shrug
and contract her abdominal muscles. Again tears well up in her eyes. I
reposition my fingers so they're straddling her clitoral hood on one side of the
rope... she's trying to bend her body away from me now, but it's child's play
for my fingers to stay on those points, and >snap!< Actually her lubrication on
the rubber band made it a bit harder to grab but more pleasant on my right
fingers to let go. Her eyes are closed now but tiny streams of tears are
developing. I continue snapping her up her abdomen. It's amazing the different
ways she can try to contract her muscles to try to get away as I snap her belly
button, side, front, etc. When I get up to her thorax, about all she can do is
try to expire as much as she can to contract her rib cage. I work around her
thorax, up her sides to her armpits, and spiral around to her nipple. When I
finally straddle her nipple, she's trying very hard to shake her head wildly,
which is pretty hard to do with her collar on and her tilted-up head position.
"OK" I said, as I gently pinch her nipple, pull it, and let it snap back. I
stroke her labia minora with two fingers on either side of the rope, and when I
see her arousal becoming more and more intense I shorten her spreader a bit.
Instantly waves of tingling pleasure and relief course through her body as I
leave her this way and attend to Erica again.
I stand next to Erica and tap on her vibrator "you really like this, don't
you?" She nods the best she could. I pull out her vibrator easily as I see her
hungry vaginal lips trying to suck it back in. While I absentmindedly play with
her vulva I sniff, then kiss the dildo, savoring the aroma of her juices, which
is a bit different than Lola's. "You'd like to come again, wouldn't you?" She
made an even more heroic effort in nodding this time. "OK" I say, but the look
in my eye told her it's not as how she'd expect.
I untied her left ankle, then replaced it with a leather cuff which I chain
back to the crossbar end. I do similarly to the right ankle. So essentially
all I did was replace rope with chain and cuffs. For what I am about to do I
trust the strength of chains a bit more than rope. Also for what I am about to
do I like the quickness of which I can unlock her in case of an emergency. I
untie the rest of her and put leather cuffs on her wrists, locking both cuffs
with one lock so that her wrists are now locked in front of her. I thread a
rope through this lock and attach both ends of the rope to the rafters above, so
now she is suspended from her wrists with her body making a "C" shape down to
her spread legs. I thread the rope through the lock likewise to make freeing
her easier. I unattached the crossbar from the cross and secure an eye-bolt into
the middle. This I tie with a rope to the rafters above, about 4' away from
where I tied her wrists. This exposes her pubic area effectively at about my
chest to head level, depending on how she's struggling. Also she's exposed all
the way around for me, not just the top.
Suddenly I hear a sound behind me. It seems like I left a bit too much slack
in my mercy (or Lola is getting more dexterous and flexible) for Lola has
managed
to free her hands. Rushing over to Lola, (for I don't want the tables turned on
me just >yet
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