KNOTS . . .

 

 

 

Working from the top rope around my neck and the pole, we have a Constrictor knot. Then a Sheepshank, Tiller's Hitch, Lark's Head and a Double Carrick bend just above my pussy.

 

Am happy to announce one Sailor went with a Monkey Fist knot pushed hard and directly against my light blue latex covered pussy! Thank You very much Mr Sailor Man for that perfectly placed hard rope ball of pressure pleasure!

 

My knees were bound extra tight with a Fisherman's Bend and my ankles were bound solid to the pole with a Granny Knot . . . Really wish he hadn't chosen a knot with the word "Granny" in the name.

 

Just the description of each knot they bound me was arousing in their own way . . . until Tommy went with that Granny Knot. Really Tommy? Really? In all fairness, they rented me, so my preferences really shouldn't matter.

 

In case you're wondering, I'm an expert at being tied up. Not an expert at fancy knots. I only know all of these names, because they proudly announced each one before tying them. I could tell which ones must be trickiest, because of the ooo's and aah's.

 

I had become a part of the Sailboat Race that was a yearly event, known as the "Race of Neptune's Angels". These weren't those tall ships of the past with room for the wooden carvings of topless mermaids to fit on the bows.

 

These were sailboats, so their Angels were tied to the center mast. The event had awards for three different things. Most logically, the Winners of the Race would get the biggest Trophy.

 

Then, there were additional smaller Trophies. One for the Angels, which up until me, were just stuffed clothing with full head halloween masks and long wigs.

 

Lastly, a Trophy for the Sailors skills in the ways of the knots. That is why the Angels are held in place with an assortment of eight different knots . . . one by each Sailor.

 

Seems this is Tommy's first time at the event . . . and thusly, we have a Granny Knot as knot number eight. No matter the knots, the other Teams can't help but stare at the light blue latex catsuit finding and hugging my every curve!

 

They were calling over to our Sailboat at the start of the race. "Hey! How did you guys stuff that thing so perfectly? She almost looks real!" The reply back of, "That's because She is real!" Sent the other Teams into a tizzy!

 

The chatter was loud, fast and frustrated from the other Teams! "Before you ask, we checked the by-laws and there's nothing against our Angel being real!" The chatter of the others grow in intensity!

 

"You're just all upset because none of you are man enough to find a real woman for your Angels!" Yeah, man enough . . . they're Renting me! The only enough they had was money.

 

You'd think being bound like this out in the open would bother me too much. Since all of my in public experiences since I started my Latex Bondage Slave Rental business . . . this one's the most relaxing.

 

My hood is covering my eyes, per their request, so I can't enjoy the view of the Ocean. This is something new for me, since I can normally see when Rented out. But I'm taking in the warmth of the sun and the smell of the water as much as I can.

 

They Rented me until the Race is over and Trophies are handed out for the best Angel and most unique knots. Guess my best option is to just enjoy the tight latex, even tighter ropes and that Monkey's Fist which I'm hoping to orgasm hard against!