It’s My Party - Sex Stories

It’s My Party

... from the living room and told me to raise my hands above my head. About one-fourth of the way up the inside of the arch on both sides are a couple of brass plates which look like covers for an electrical outlet. They are covers, but there are no outlets behind them. Instead there is a rather heavy chain which is secured to the structure of the arch and then extends all the way to the floor joists of the second floor. When the cover is removed, one link of the chain is exposed. Because the ceilings of this old house are so high, Mistress J had to use a step-stool to reach the covers and then looped one end of a rope through the bottom link of the chains.

She had me stand in the very center of the arch and raise my hands as far above my head as I could. Then she wrapped a restraint cuff around my wrist and looped the other end of the rope through a link built into the restraint. She repeated that with the other wrist and then tied a complex looking knot in both of the ropes. She pulled on both of the ropes until the slack was gone out of the rope. Then she pulled really hard on the left rope. The knot was some form of slipknot and as she pulled, the rope tightened and tightened until my left arm was stretched taut and my feet were barely on the ground. When she pulled hard on the right rope, I ended up on tiptoe. She secured both ropes with some sort of quick release slip knot and then carried the step-stool over to the side of the room.

“Let’s let you hang there and get ...

... settled in,” she said as she brought her chair over and sat in front of me, again sipping on her wine.

When she finished her wine she came over and stood in front of me. I gasped as she suddenly reached forward and ran a finger through my slit.

“You are enjoying this, aren’t you?” she said firmly.

Again I couldn’t answer. Mistress J shrugged and said, “Well it doesn’t make any difference what your mind... or your mouth... says anyway. Your cunt tells me that you are absolutely enjoying this.”

She stuck her finger in my open mouth and said almost angrily, “Clean off my finger, slut!”

I did. My lips snapped closed around her finger and I suckled it and slid my tongue all over it as she moved her finger in and out of my mouth. I had tasted other women before, but this was the first time that I had ever tasted myself.

“Now to make things tight,” she said as she wrapped restraints around my ankles.

There are also two brass plates recessed in the floor under the arch. They are almost at the edges of the short wall which protrudes slightly into the arch and forms a small shelf. These, too, look like electrical plates, and these too cover anchor points. When the cover is removed, a couple links of heavy chain can be pulled up above floor level.

Mistress J looped ropes from my ankle restraints to the floor chains and tied her special slip-knots in both ropes. Then she began shortening the ropes a little at a time. She would pull the rope on my left leg until it ...