VOLUNTEER . . .

 

 

Sitting uncomfortably on the hard wood of a small table. My arms, helpless in a Black Web of Ropework, that's artistically running up the middle of my back, than up to a crossing tie between my shoulder blades and over my shoulders. A single Black rope tied to my hair and running straight up to the ceiling.

 

My fair skinned and curvy body, in nothing but today's choice of black bra and underwear. The toes and balls of my naked feet, are feeling the cold of the hard floor. I am alone in a windowless room . . . waiting helpless to see what's to happen to me next as I question my decision tree that brought me to this moment . . . It all started so innocent . . . ok, maybe a little naughty . . . but wasn't expecting this . . .

 

Even though I had just met these four Women, it was truly like we were lifelong best friends . . . until I Volunteered . . . then, they were a Pride of Wild Lions and I was the Slowest Gazelle. They literally stripped me to my underwear before using me to try Rope Tie after Rope Tie.

 

Our Hostess, Teacher, Mistress in charge of our 8 Hour Beginner Bondage Class would bring out different example photos . . . as a Group, The Horny and Hungry Lions would choose which ever one made them drool the most . . . and moments later they would be forcing my body into that new position before the Rope followed, no matter how painfully, held me solidly in that position.

 

I don't remember Volunteering for this part, but every few Rope Tie positions, they would decide to Toy with my Helpless Form one way or another. In a tight Hog-Tie, they left me to struggle on the bed for over an hour, adding a blindfold and gag for good measure . . . placing bets if I could get free or not . . . I, could not . . .

 

The Mistress in charge explained how being bound in the Dark is a whole different thing . . . so when I was tightly bound into a ball tie, they left me on my side in the closest . . . for no idea how long . . . just so they could quiz me after, "So how was it? Were you scared? Did it make you wet? Etc. I avoided answering these questions for fear it would lead to them Toying with me more in future positions . . . didn't make a difference . . . I was their Toy for the balance of Today's Class.

 

Just between you and me, yes, a lot of this has been making me way hornier then I expected. Didn't raise my hand to get tied up and horny . . . did it to hopefully learn more about rope bondage . . . turns out, the wetness part ended up being my Secret Bonus of the Day.

 

Still don't know their names, just like they only know me as Diamond. A big part of these Classes is Privacy, so that was the name I put on the Release Form. Not sure if they saw me write my fake name or not. If not, it was one hell of a coincidence that the red head went with Ruby, the blonde chose Topaz, our Brunette went with Emerald and our resident blue haired Punk Rocker rounded us out with Sapphire . . . I'm guessing for her, that's her real name.

 

All in the same Class, all Nick Named after Gems, and that's where the similarities ended. Topaz, the blonde, couldn't be gentler with me, as if my body was made out of fine China . . . really kind of liked being treated so carefully.

 

Ruby Red Head couldn't have been more horned up if she just masturbated in front of us. She was like that guy at the Party that always found a way to accidently cop a feel . . . reaching for his drink as his arm brushes against your breast . . . squeezing between two people, acting like it's too crowded to go around, when it's not.

 

Ruby, Ruby wasn't as subtle because she would outright grab my breasts and comment about them out loud. Put her nose up against my neck, take in a loud deep breath and say, "I love how you smell".

 

She even went as far as the horny Dog thing and found a way to rub her crotch against my knee . . . and not stop when everyone was watching . . . until the Mistress smacked the side of her ass with a riding crop and said, "Bad Girl Ruby!" Just like that horny Dog, she would have finished while we watched, had Mistress not stopped her.

 

Emerald, the brunette . . . two words . . . Teacher's Pet. She quietly paid attention to every single thing the Mistress showed us. Only talked if asked a question and learned every technique and had them down 100%, just in case we got a pop quiz. She was very cute with the little faces and tiny lip bites she would do as she concentrated hard on being our Class Valedictorian. One thing is for sure about Emerald . . . there's absolutely zero chance of me escaping any of her Rope Ties.

 

Lastly, but far from the least, rounding out our Class is Sapphire, our Blue Haired Punk Rocker. I really can't read her at all, but have some clues . . . which I think I may be reading right. Am pretty sure she's taken a serious liking to me. Not like Ruby who would of gladly groped any of our breasts and would have humped the arm of the couch as quickly as she did my knee.

 

Sapphire, in her tight little black leather skirt, short leather jacket that hung open exposing her leather bikini top with extra metal rivets in it. Her torn fishnet stockings allowing us to see her tattoos on her thighs, and calves, the last few partially covered by her army boots. As scary as she looked, deep down, she truly seemed to care about me and my comfort . . . checking on me often.

 

Helplessly bound almost 7 of our 8 hour long Beginner Bondage Class, I did take time in my own little fantasies when ever they were tying me, taking away my freedom . . . pretending to be kidnapped and hidden in the closet so when the Police came knocking on the door, they wouldn't find me and I'd still be a bound hostage . . . let's just say, all day long I've been on the Edge, needing to cum badly and can't wait for Mistress to release me so I can get to work and take myself over that Edge . . .