Bondage Erotica
"Some Useful Sailing Knots," a rope-play sex story by Annabeth Leong
Knots of Love, by Lochai (prints available at ObsessionArt.com)
How are you supposed to bring up a thing like this?
Rachel paced back and forth in her bedroom, too caught up in her thoughts to actually actively get ready for her date with Chad. And forget what you’re going to say — how are you supposed to dress when you plan on bringing this up?
Rachel groaned and flopped back onto her bed. She knew exactly what she wanted. Just last night, she’d been in this very bed, frantically masturbating to the thought of it. Her. Chad. And about 90 feet of rope.
She could see the end result. Chad liked to sail, and he was a former boy scout. He had to know how to tie lots of knots. And he had the height and strength to really dominate her if he wanted to. The logistics wouldn’t be a problem.
She could easily envision him winding length after length of rope around her until her already big breasts bulged straight out from the front of her body. She knew how wet it would make her. And after years of fantasizing about rope-play, Rachel had countless ideas for plenty of other ways in which he could tie her up.
But there was one serious obstacle in the way. Rachel jumped up and stepped to the mirror above her dresser to practice. “Chad,” she said out loud. “I was wondering if you’d ever had thoughts...,” she corrected herself, “...fantasies. Have you ever had fantasies about, uh...”
Rachel sneered at herself in the mirror, disgusted. Even alone in her room, she couldn’t say it out loud. How was she ever going to say it to him and sound sexy doing it? And what the hell was she going to wear?
What kind of outfit said, “Tie me up?” Rachel imagined suggesting they play Cowboys and Indians and dressing for the part. Or wearing one of those metallic bodysuits from a 1950s science fiction movie and suggesting he get her ready to sell to the new alien overlords.
It was all too ridiculous.
Her phone beeped to alert her of a text message. “Pick you up in 15, gorgeous.”
Christ.
Rachel threw on a simple black dress and hurriedly dusted concealer, powder, and blush over her face. She was smoothing out her lip-gloss when the doorbell rang. She slipped the length of rope she’d bought online into her purse and pretended she couldn’t hear her own pulse in her ears.
“You look nice,” Chad said when she opened the door.
She smiled and tried to keep her breathing as natural as possible.
“Get your shoes on and let’s get out of here,” he said with a grin.
Shoes? Rachel looked down and sighed.
***
“Tell me about sailing,” Rachel requested over dinner.
Chad’s green eyes seemed to look into the distance. “It’s nice,” he said. “The water’s blue, and the sky is bluer. It’s very peaceful.”
She took a vengeful bite of tortellini, grateful for the restaurant’s dim lighting. “How hard was it to learn the skills? Like the ropes and stuff.”
He frowned a little, and she couldn’t blame him. Even she could barely tell what she was getting at. “Well, my Dad taught me most everything when I was so young, so I don’t remember the specifics.” The slightest hint of his Maryland accent peeked out, and she would have found it adorable if she hadn’t been so frustrated.
“Are there lots of different kinds of knots?”
“Well, I didn’t take up macramé,” Chad chuckled.
Rachel sighed, remembering opening the package of rope she’d ordered. That night, she’d almost come just from brushing it over her skin. She’d stripped and gotten into bed with it, winding it around herself when she didn’t know how to tie it. The length of hemp felt deliciously rough against her inner thighs, and somehow it had eventually found its way to her cunt, nestling between the lips there, burning her with the pleasure of its bite. She’d soaked it that night – that spot on the rope was still dark.
“You want me to take you out on the water?” Chad sounded doubtful.
She smiled. She wasn’t much into the outdoors, but if this would get her closer to her fantasy, she’d try it. “I’d love to.”
***
Chad’s small boat seemed even smaller once they guided it out onto the Severn River. Rachel looked up at the bridge she’d driven over hundreds of times in her car. She tried to hide her fear, but he picked up on it right away.
“The river’s big, but the current’s not too bad,” he said. “You’ve got a life vest, and you’re a good swimmer. If the boat capsizes, just swim clear and wait for me.”
Rachel swallowed and nodded, rubbing her palms hard against the cute white shorts she’d put on for sailing. It wasn’t only the fear that was muddling her thoughts –the smell of rope, and the sound of it creaking, was all around her. Surreptitiously, she worked her left foot into a coil, and the coarse fiber sent shivers up her leg.
The river gleamed in the sun as if full of precious metal. The sensation of the rope soothed Rachel a little. Chad asked her to lean back to balance the boat’s weight. She did, feeling daylight running down her throat like warm wine. She could just see him grin through her squint, and the time was suddenly right.
“Chad,” Rachel said. “Would you ever want to tie me up?”
He was silent a long time, but the sound of the river lapping and the golden glow around them eased the tension just enough. “Well, it’s not safe to do that on the water,” he said finally.
Rachel wanted to leap up and pump her fists in the air. She controlled herself and leaned back a little more, smiled a little wider.
***
Chad guided the boat into a dull brown nook of beach beside the river. Glancing around, Rachel realized that a stand of trees completely hid them from the view of the houses built along the water. She helped him secure the boat, restraining her reaction every time she brushed against a length of rope.
They stepped onto the riverbank to stretch their legs. He pulled her up and into his arms with a smooth gesture. Rachel thought of how he could move her once he had her tied up – with Chad’s easy strength, it would be no problem at all to flip her, pull her, rearrange her. She trembled against his chest. The idea that she might finally get to live out her fantasy had her hands quivering and her breath coming fast.
“You cold?” he asked.
She shook her head. “It’s a nice day.”
His hands played thoughtfully over her back. Chad dropped a light kiss on the top of her head. “You asked me a question a bit ago.”
“Yes…” Rachel’s voice shook.
“Why’d you ask?”
She swallowed hard. “Because I really, really want you to. I want to be tied up.”
He lifted her chin up so that he could look her in the eyes. The beginnings of a naughty grin spread across his face. “You want it enough to get tied up here and now? Outside where anyone could catch us?”
Rachel fought the urge to check her shorts – she’d definitely soaked her panties already. “Please,” was all she could manage.
“Well, sweetie, we’re going to need a safeword. You know, that’s—”
“Applesauce,” Rachel supplied immediately. “It’s what I’ll say if I need you to stop what you’re doing.” She rubbed her hands nervously over his upper arms and the words came out of her, finally, in a rush. “I’ve been thinking about this forever, Chad, and I’m dying to do it for real. I’ve just never – there’s never been anyone before who seemed like the right person for it.”
“And what makes a person right for tying you up?” Chad’s voice had a bit of an edge, though his touches stayed sweet.
Rachel did her best to keep her smile seductive rather than embarrassed. “It always seemed like a weird combination,” she said. “I have to trust you. I have to know that you mean me no harm. I have to want to be... in your power, I guess. I have to feel cared for, but it can’t be too sweet – because I still need to feel excited once you’ve got me in the rope. I want to feel—” Rachel broke off and wrapped her arms around herself. “I want to feel like I belong to you, and that you know exactly what to do with me.”
“I like that answer,” Chad said. “And I’m honored.” His face turned predatory. “Now, stay right there while I get the rope ready.”
Rachel froze where she stood. Chad turned to the boat and came up with three lengths of rope. She noticed how confidently he held them, how surely his hands measured and pulled at them, and her cunt responded with a dull throb that made her moan aloud.
“Now, darling, I haven’t even done anything to you yet,” he said. He came to stand nose to nose with her. The rope smacked against the wet riverside earth when he dropped it.
Rachel glanced down, confused. “What are you—?”
His mouth stopped her words, covering hers with a possessive kiss as his hands undid the buttons on the front of her light pink top. Chad slid her out of the garment, quickly unhooking her bra and tossing that aside as well. Her nipples felt tender when they pressed against his chest.
She was shaking hard, blinking in the brightness of the day. Her skin felt fiery, both from Chad’s touch and from the sun striking parts of her body that were normally covered. She struggled to stay standing as he took off her shoes and socks, followed by her shorts and panties.
Chad went to his knees before her. The mud from the riverbank would stain his khaki pants, but he didn’t seem to mind. He kissed Rachel’s pussy with light lips and a teasing tongue.
Her toes dug into the squishy earth and she sank her hands into his hair. She felt a breath away from an orgasm, but Chad stopped as soon as she touched him. Deliberately, he took both of her wrists and freed his head from them. He leaned back to look at her. “No touching,” he said, his voice harsher now.
Rachel squeezed her thighs together, guessing what was coming. And there it was – he looped the rope around her wrists, lashing them together in front of her body. She watched the muscles ripple in Chad’s arms as he wound it around her and tied it off. “This knot shouldn’t slip, even if you struggle,” he murmured. “If you feel it getting tighter, let me know. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
She gave an absent gasp, but apparently that wasn’t good enough for him. He jumped to his feet, gripping her upper arms hard and staring into her face. “Do you hear me, sweetie?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Answer me with words.”
“Yes. I hear you.”
“What did I say about the knot?”
“It’s not going to slip.” Rachel had a hard time thinking through the fog of arousal filling her brain and the moisture dripping down her thighs. Chad was still waiting, though. She furrowed her brow to concentrate. “I’m going to tell you if it gets tighter.”
“Good girl.” Chad dipped his head to nibble her lip, his fingers slipping lower to cup her breasts. “Now lift your arms up over your head.”
Rachel obeyed, the knot around her wrist feeling deliciously heavy. Chad stepped behind her, a new length of rope in his hands. He rubbed it over her nipples, chuckling when she sagged back against him. “Stay on your feet.”
She held herself as straight as she could while he wound rope around her chest and shoulders, wrapping her so that her breasts stood up and out from her body. “You’ve done this before,” Rachel said, watching the expert motions of his fingers as he added decorative twists to the rope nestled in her cleavage.
“A few times, maybe,” Chad said. He bit her earlobe, then worked his way down her neck. She shifted from foot to foot, rubbing her ass against his hard cock. She wanted him inside her more than she’d ever wanted anything.
“Please fuck me,” she whispered, amazed at how easily the words came now that the rope actually embraced her body.
She felt Chad grin against her neck, right before sinking his teeth in right at the nape. Rachel let out a strangled scream. Her legs gave way, but he held her up by the harness he’d made on her chest. “Seems to me like you need to be patient, sweetie,” Chad said. “You want me to tie you up, you want me to fuck you. You’ve got to give me time to do all these things you’re asking for.”
He picked up the third bundle of rope. Instead of the thick, braided lengths he’d used so far, this one was thin as clothesline. He fastened it to her chest harness and twisted it. Rachel’s eyes widened. He deftly caught her erect left nipple in one of the twists, squeezing it even tighter as he finished the maneuver and tied it off under her breast.
“You like that?” Chad asked.
Rachel bit her lip and nodded. The burn of the rope felt even more delicious on the strained nipple. Chad tweaked it gently and she gasped at the rope fibers that rubbed against the sensitive flesh.
“What’s your safeword?” Chad said.
“Applesauce.”
“When are you going to say that?”
“I’ll say it if I need you to stop.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” Rachel breathed. “Please, no.”
“OK, good girl. I’m going to do the other one now.”
In moments, Chad had captured Rachel’s right nipple in the thin rope as well, and then run the line down between her legs so it rested to either side of her clit. Rachel could feel how slippery her cunt made the rope, but Chad didn’t comment on it. He guided her hands back down in front of her.
He paused, running his hands up and down her sides. “How are you doing?”
“Great,” Rachel said. “Incredible.” She felt warm inside and out.
Chad spun her to face him and removed his own clothes, tossing them back into the boat. Rachel moaned at the sight of him, fisting her bound hands and pressing them against her mound.
“You look beautiful like that,” Chad said, brushing hair back over her ear.
He kissed her and she surrendered to him, trying to rearrange her hands so she could grip his cock.
“Are you ready to get fucked now, sweetie?”
Rachel could only whimper in reply. He laughed and tugged the rope between her legs. She gasped and clenched her thighs tight around it. She just needed something to fill her.
Chad’s finger slipped into her pussy so easily she almost didn’t notice until he crooked it to press against her inner wall. Rachel strained against him. She was about to fall in the mud, but she didn’t care.
“I think you’re ready.” Chad sounded amused. He steadied her and rummaged back in the boat for a second, returning with a condom. He lay on his back in the riverbank as he fitted it on his cock.
“Come stand over my face,” he said. Rachel groaned and did as she was told. Her every movement made her more aware of the ropes holding her.
“Spread your legs wider.” Chad reached up and guided her, moving her thighs farther and farther apart until she was forced into a squat.
“I can’t balance,” Rachel gasped.
“I’ve got you, sweetie.”
She let go and found her bound pussy nestled over his mouth. Chad attacked her cunt with his lips, sucking hard on her clit, using his tongue to twang the rope over it, and grinding his chin against her hole.
Without her hands to support her, Rachel tipped forward into the mud, bracing herself on one shoulder with her head twisted to the side. In the awkward position, she couldn’t do anything but enjoy Chad’s assault on her pussy.
She wriggled to feel the rope more, and then it felt like she went to pieces, held together only by his hands and the rough fiber. Rachel let out a long cry as she came hard, trusting him completely with her body as she went deeper into pleasure than she’d ever been before.
She was barely aware of him gripping her firmly and sliding her down his body, but she loved the feeling of his cock pushing into her while the aftershocks of her orgasm were still strong.
“Can you sit up, Rachel?” Chad asked. “I want you to ride my cock.”
She was incoherent, but his hands guided her up. He gripped her by the chest harness and smiled into her face. She wanted to come again just looking at him. Bracing her knees in the earth, she moved up and down slowly, and the delicious sensation of him sliding into her pussy threatened to undo her coordination entirely.
“That’s it, sweetie.” Chad moved his hips along with her in slow time, arching up at the bottom of his thrust so his cock stretched her opening that extra bit. Rachel hummed a low moan that didn’t stop.
With a sly grin, he pinched the rope around her nipples. The harsh sensation shot through her body and woke her out of her languorous state. Rachel rode him hard, her thrusts so wild she would have lost hold of his cock if Chad hadn’t held her ass and hips so tightly.
She threw back her head, stuck her tits out, and focused on the feeling of rope all over her – rough on her nipples, slippery around her clit, heavy around her wrists. Chad seemed to know the moment. He reached between their bodies and rubbed the clothesline against Rachel’s clit until she was coming so hard she felt like she couldn’t move. She felt him finish inside her, squeezing her ass against him with all his strength.
They lay together in the mud a long time, both catching their breath. Rachel was afraid to open her eyes – she didn’t want the fantasy to disappear. She had the urge to promise things, to say she loved him, to give herself to him completely. She barely held the words at bay.
Chad was the one to speak first. “How did you know?” he said, smoothing her hair back from her forehead.
“I didn’t know anything,” Rachel said, surprised. “I was scared to death. I’ve just always wanted that, and when I met you, I knew who I wanted it with.”
His arms wrapped around her as tight and warm as the feelings in her cunt and heart. She shifted, the contentment making her the slightest bit uncomfortable. “We’re totally a mess.”
He gave her a long kiss. “I’m not done making this mess,” he said and paused, looking intensely into her eyes. “I’m not planning to be done with this for a long time.”
Rachel smiled and nestled against him. “More, please,” she said.
Copyright August 19, 2011
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