Tight. So very tight were the ropes that hugged her body. She looked up at him, with that smug smile on his face. Her eyes snapped shut as yet another flash was emitted from the large camera in his hands. She sometimes wondered why she put up with this. The answer was very simple though. She it, and she loved him. The way the ropes hugged her body, holding her helplessly in place. The way he looked at her with his hungry, lustful eyes. Every single part of it aroused her. Every flash of his camera sent a shiver up her spine.
A claw tie he had called it. Her arms had been drawn up, and her elbow folded so they rested neatly behind her head. More rope had then been tied to her fingers. Those were then pulled back and tied off so her hands formed 'claws'.
The harness of ropes continued to wind down her body, leaving a diamond pattern down the center. Around and around it wound, hugging her body firmly. Her ribs, her stomach, lower and lower it went. Down and down until it reached her most sacred place.
That was his gift, her lover had left it there for her. To tease her, and keep her from relaxing as he toyed with her. It's touch was so faint, but even the slightest movement sent jolting sensations through her. It was never enough, but she was constantly aware of its touch. And he knew that. That single rope constantly drew her attention as the minutes drug on.
She looked up at him, kneeling helplessly on the floor. Her legs had been frogtied, so she couldn't stand, she could hardly move! The minutes turned into hours as her body was assaulted by an uncountable number of sensations.
Her back arched, and a low moan escaped from the red rubber ball that had been strapped into her mouth. This caused her to drool, all down her chin. It then dripped down onto her chest, and slid down under her shirt.
Again she arched harder, and moaned louder. The rope rubbed her more, but her infernal pants kept her from getting the needed contact. Again he smiled at her, that sadistic, condescending smile. He loved this part so much, watching her helpless struggles as he wordless mocked her with those stupid camera flashes! But she could see his excitement growing, if she could push him just a little bit further then he would have to give in!
She closed her eyes, and bit down on the ball in her mouth. Then she arched, as hard as she could into her evil bindings. The rope rubbed her just a little bit harder, and this drove her on. A primal moan escaped her mouth, a torrent or drool following close behind. She didn't try to stop it though, she let it all out. Her shirt was soaked with drool, and her pants were soaked as well. Her need was driving her crazy, this was her last chance.
Everything got strangely quiet all of a sudden, When she opened her eyes he was gone. The camera had been set on a chair facing toward her. Panic flooded into her mind for a moment. Had he left her? Would he do that? Maybe for the comical value he would, he was such a sadist. But would he REALLY leave her?
She whimpered into the gag, and pulled against the ropes. Could she escape? She tested the ropes, but it quickly became obvious how trapped she was. Panic took over, and she started struggling for all she was worth. But there was no give, none at all. She was completely trapped.
“That's good, just like that. I love the way you struggle.”
She jumped with a squeal, so hard that she lost her balance. She teetered precariously on one leg for a moment, then she fell, hard. She landed on her side with a thump, then rolled over so she could face him. Oh the glare she gave him, it was pure evil. But he ignored her, he leaned down, and he kissed her gagged lips. Oh sweet heavenly bliss, she had wanted him to do that all night. Just that slight contact caused her to moan desperately into his mouth.
“I bet you want out of those ropes huh?” She nodded so fast she thought her neck would break. “Well I'm afraid we can't do that just yet. But since I am merciful, how about we see about relieving another type of tension?” Oh what magical words those were. She would stay tied up all night, just for a moment of his touch. And what a touch it was.