EXTRACT FOR
A Passion for Bondage 4
(John Savage)

Next came the ropes.  Sara pulled my arms behind me then bent the elbows so that my hands were lifted up between my shoulder blades.  I think I mentioned that there are two variations you can have when you hands are pulled up that high.  The first is to cross the wrists and then find the arms to the back with ropes around the chest.  That's quite restrictive and impossible to get out of, if tied well, but wasn't too uncomfortable, if you're flexible.  Fortunately we both are.  More than once I've sent a few hours tied like that.  Gets uncomfortable but not too bad.

The other way is to turn it into a full "Reverse Prayer."  You turned the hands so they are palm to palm and bind the wrists together.  You then wrap rope around the arms as close to the elbows as you can.  Then the elbows come together, it forces your forearms to be touching all the way from the fingers down to the elbows.  Believe me, a Reverse Prayer is impossible to get out of.  And it is a lot more uncomfortable than a wrists-crossed version.

You can probably guess which one she put on me.  Right!  A full, incredibly tight and restrictive Reverse Prayer.

When you're tied like that, it feels as if your arms and hands have disappeared!  You can't move them at all.

I watched in the mirror while she tugged and knotted the ropes.  It was a beautiful tie, so damned tight looking that it was beautiful.  Knowing that I was going to stay tied like that for a few hours at least was sending shivers of excitement through me.  I could feel my pussy starting to warm up already.

Sara didn't have to, but she added some more rope around my arms and chest right above my breasts.  That helped to lock my arms to my back, although there was no way I could get my arms down just with the ropes around the wrists and elbows.  Those ropes just over my breasts did have one nice affect -- it made my breasts stand up.  Normally my breasts are very firm for their size.  But with the rope cutting into the tops of them, my nipples were actually pointing half way between straight ahead and towards the ceiling.

While admiring my helplessness in the mirror, I forgot about the clamps that Sara had promised.  What was going through my mind was what Mike would say and do when he saw me like this.  And that, ladies and gentlemen, was getting my pussy heated up nicely.

I was jerked back to reality when Sara grabbed one breast and brought the clamp up to it.  I sighed as she tightened down the bar and my poor little nipple was squashed by it.  I protested that it was really much too tight and painful but was, of course, ignored.  Both of us having a lot of experience at being nipple clamping, we had a pretty good idea just how much it would hurt.  She tightened the screw down until it was uncomfortable.  Well, maybe just half a turn beyond that.  I was going to be feeling those horrid things all evening.

As I expected, the gag came next.  The wash rag was rolled up and shoved into my mouth.  I submissively held it in while she got the duct tape.  Seven turns of tape later my mouth was completely covered from my nose down to my chin.  And pretty tightly.  Inside, my tongue was pushed down to where it couldn't move at all.  The rag was big enough to really fill my mouth.  I would be doing no talking for a while.

I expected that Sara would put the discipline hood on next but she paused and surprised me by putting the hood away.  I had expected to be pretty much done up the same as Sara had been, bound and gagged and hooded.  So what did she have in mind?  She could just leave me gagged only but we had agreed that not being able to see really added to the helplessness and excitement.

I knew what she had planned when I saw her fetch a roll of elastic bandage.  That was wrapped around my head, completely covering my eyes.  After the elastic bandage came more duct tape, wrapped just as tightly as that over my mouth.  When she was finished, I was sort of wearing a discipline hood but made of duct tape, not leather. Only my nose showed.

In a way, it was worse than the leather hood would have been.  For one thing, it was compressing my head more than the leather would have.  I mean, the leather hood is tight ??" especially when it's one of those that laces up in the back --but she wrapped the duct tape far tighter.

The elastic bandage was to keep the duct tape from sticking too much to my hair.  Getting that damned tape out of your hair is no fun.  It also protects the eyes.  So I knew she had something terrible planned when I felt that bandage being wrapped around my head.  The duct tape over the elastic bandage assured that there was no way I could get that form-fitting encasement off my head.  It's a good thing that I'm not claustrophobic or I have been freaking out.

Now I was blind, speechless, couldn't hear very well, and my arms had been taken away from me.  What else was left?  Oh, I forgot, my nipples were hurting.

Anyway, Sara was done with the preparations.  I was one helpless bundle.  And getting hotter by the moment.  Well, she was not quite done.  I felt something being placed over my head and shoulders.  As she pulled it down, I guessed it was a sweat shirt, much like the one I had used to keep Sara's bondage and hood from view. Only this one was not the big, bulky one that I had used.  This was more of just a "large" size.  It fitted more snugly and came down to only my hips.  That meant that my hot pants and legs would show, but that was no big deal.  She fitted the hoodie over my head and pulled the tie string so that almost nothing of my taped up face showed.   The sweat shirt had one of those pockets across the front at waist level.  I felt her tucking the sleeves into it and pinning them in place.  That would make it appear as if I were simply keeping my hands in the pocket.  Someone would have to be up close to see that the sleeves were empty.  Finally, I was ready for transport.

I was led carefully down the stairs and into the garage.  Without sight or hands, I could easily have lost my balance in those high heels and fallen.  But Sara's hand guided and steadied me. 

It was a strange experience being so blinded and helpless.  I could tell when we entered the garage but after driving out of there, I had no idea what was going on.  My world was reduced to darkness, almost no noise, and immobility.  I found myself clenching my thighs together and was certain that my pussy was already wet.  It was hot enough.

The car stopped and I was helped out.  Sara kept a hand on my back to guide me.  We stopped a few times and I think I even heard some voices but couldn't be sure.  At one stop, I felt the elevator taking us up.  Then a short walk and I was pretty sure we were standing at Mike's door.

I was guided in, walking very carefully on those heels and ordered to stop.  Sara then spoke in a loud voice so I could hear her.

"You'll have to speak loudly," she told Mike, "so Sharon will hear you.  The tape covering her ears, you know."  She pulled the hoodie off so he could see my entire head.

"Wow!  What the hell did you do to her?"

"It's part of her punishment.  More confining that leather discipline hood.  You like what you see?"

Mike made a sound of amazement. "She's...  Her body...  Beautiful!  And the way you have her hands tied is incredible."

Sara went on, obviously enjoying herself to judge by the tone of her voice.  "After she punished me by giving me to you, I decided that I would return the favor.  'Turnabout is fair play,' as they say.  Besides, she deserves punishment."

"Those things on her nipples... Do they hurt?" he asked.

"Some.  Could be worse.  But back to the purpose of our visit.  I want you to punish Sharon."  She paused, I assume for dramatic effect, then went on, "But not the same as you did with me."

"Oh?"  I could sense the disappointment in his voice as he thought that meant he couldn't screw me.

"She was really mean when she gave me to you, so I want you to administer corporal punishment on her."

"Corporal?  What?"

 "Corporal.  Means the body.  You will take her over your knee and spank her until her bottom is red all over."

I gasped!  Sara was changing the rules on the fly!  But, to be honest, I've done the same to her often enough.  That's wasn't what bothered me so much, it was the suggestion that all I was going to get out of the evening was a good spanking and not a good fucking.

"Spank her?  Really?"  His voice said that the idea appealed to him.  "Then, afterwards..."

"We'll see.  The main purpose is for her to have a really sore ass, and you, being a man, can give a much harder spanking that I can."

I couldn't see it, but I was sure she was giving him one of her sweet and innocent little girl smiles.

I felt hands exploring the ropes on my arms.  Then he examined the tape helmet encasing my head.

"I'm going to have to take down her pants," I heard his say.  "A spanking should be on the bare bottom, you know."

"Of course," that little traitor said sweetly.

Immediately strong male hands were pulling down my hot pants.  I gave a silent prayer that, in his haste, he wouldn't tear them.  I liked those pants, and good hot pants are hard to find these days.

I helped by stepping out of the pants when they got down to my ankles.  For a bit, neither of them spoke.  Then I was grabbed by those strong hands and pulled down.  Apparently he had seated himself on a chair because I was forced to bend over his knee with my bare ass sticking uppermost.  With one hand, he took a firm hold of the ropes around my wrists and used that grip to prevent me from moving off his knee.

I braced myself for the blow but it was still a surprise ??" and a shock!  Mike was strong and the blow sent pain shooting into my poor rear.  I yelped into the gag and jerked my body.  Of course, without hands I was powerless to stop him from abusing my bottom.  And he did!  The second blow came almost immediately and was a harder than the first.  At least it felt that way.  The pain was sort of a massive, sharp sting that quickly turned into a burning.  I tried to twist away from him, but couldn't.  After five hard swats, I was trying to tell him to stop.  Of course, my pleas never escaped from through tape gag.

He paused after six hits.  Not that he was trying to show any kindness but because I had been kicking my legs and he was simply pausing to put his leg over mine to hold them down.  As he was about to start again, I heard that little bitch tell him, "Can't you hit any harder?"

 Challenged in that way, he continued the spanking with renewed vigor.

I can tell you that my struggles and muffled cries were for real.  That hurt!  It's not that I had never been spanked.  A good spanking gets the blood flowing, enlivens the nerves and gets my body really excited.  I never understood why that kind of pain is so stimulating in a sexual way, but it is.  Maybe it's because it makes the helplessness much more intense.  Or maybe it's because the nerves in your rear are so close to the ones in your pussy.

The spanking continued.  Now he was spacing the blows out more leisurely but made up for it by striking my poor flesh hard enough to make me jerk each time.  I began crying, I couldn't help it.  Then I realized why Sara had put on the tape helmet instead of the leather discipline hood.  She had planned this punishment of my rear all along.  The elastic bandage under the tape would get wet from my tears.  Had the leather hood been on, it would have gotten it all wet.  And we prize our discipline hoods. Each was custom made to our size heads, and weren't cheap.  If one got wet, we would have to carefully dry it out to make sure it didn't get damaged.

So there I was.  Still blind, speechless and helpless, but with a red hot burning ass to go along with the other discomforts.  And, no, I hadn't forgotten about the clamps on my nipples.  They were still there and still hurting.  It was just that pain was minor compared to my burning ass.

My one thought at that point was how long would he continue this?  I lost count of the strikes but there were plenty of them ??" and more coming.  I really wanted it to stop and was trying my hardest to convey that idea to those two sadists.

When he paused to catch his breath and rest his arm, I realized that this spanking was turning him on even more than it was me.  That assumption was not hard to make since my stomach was pressed hard against his thigh.  I could feel what had to be a first class hard-on pushing against me.

It was too bad that I couldn't speak because I would certainly have begged him to stop with the spanking and get to the screwing.

My sobbing under the tape as making it harder to hear but I think I heard him ask Sara if I had been punished enough.  Her reply was a snort and a, "If that's all you can do..."

For a while I couldn't heard any more words, and had to wonder what was going on out there.  His hand continued to hold me down.   Would he continue the abuse of my poor ass or would he exert his male prerogative and demand the right to screw me royally.

At that point I would have gladly flopped on the carpet and spread my legs wide in invitation.  But a terrible thought suddenly occurred to me.  Could it be that Sara was disrobing and about to let him use her body?  The little traitor might well be doing just that.  It would be just like her to assure that I got no sexual satisfaction out of the evening, and would be driven home in a high state of frustration.  Meantime, she would be benefiting from the massive hard-on my suffering had created, the little bitch!

Sure enough, Mike rose up, dumping me on the floor in the process.  I could picture in my mind him going over to a naked Sara, taking her in his arms and carrying her into the bedroom where they would do the horizontal tango on the bed while I suffered in the next room.  I wondered if they would have the decency to close the door so I didn't have to endure the sounds of their love-making.