100 Centimetres - Experience 20 - Sex Stories

100 Centimetres - Experience 20

I guess I never really am fully prepared for how long and intensive my training sessions can be. You constantly push me to, what I think is my limit, and beyond. Into a world cloaked in mystery, wonder, delicious pain and serenity. Always leaving me wanting more, needing more...

You did, after all, untie my arms and legs and allow me to rest on the floor. You even gave me a blanket. Within seconds of being wrapped in the warm softness of the blanket, my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep. It was a dreamless sleep but I could feel you gently tapping my shoulder, rousing me from the darkness. You pull me to my feet and place an ice cube in my mouth, the ice melting quickly, sending icy liquid down my throat. Rubbing my eyes, I stretch my stiff limbs.

From behind your back you pull out a coil of thick white jute rope. My eyes grew large in wonderment, following you as you make your way over to me. You absolutely meant it when you said you weren't finished with using me. Stand still, eyes ahead you instruct me in your mesmerising voice, your dark eyes shrouded in authority. Following your instructions, I stood deathly still as you begin to wrap the rope around my heavy breasts, winding each loop tighter and tighter in a figure of eight. Looping around my back five times before securing it was a slip free knot, the rope surface rubbing on my soft sensitive pale skin.

I can feel the blood begin to swell in my breasts, my nipples standing proud and tall as I steal a glance ...

... down at your craftsmanship with the rope. Already, my pale skin is turning a deep pink colour, but you caught my glance which earnt me a pinched and twisted left nipple which quickly adjusted my gaze to staring dead ahead.

Another measure of rope. I smiled softly. You constantly rewarded me with a one centimetre length of rope but here I was, bound by so much and yet never feeling more untethered. To be able to let go of my responsibilities and entrust you with my vulnerable state, it's the complete opposite to confinement, it's freedom. Freedom in its purest form.

You attached an additional length of rope to my hands, tightening it around both wrists before securing them an the anchor point on the ceiling. The same position as before I mused. You tug on the rope and ensure it's taut enough with a generous amount of flex. Around my ankles, you affix heavy chained leather cuffs, spreading my legs about sixty centimetres apart. You affix them to furniture in the basement, one to the sofa leg and the other, a loading bearing column.

Once again, you place the dark blue blindfold over my eyes, tightening it at the back of my head. I feel your breath on my ear, your warm lips placing a soft kiss just below each one. My ability to see suddenly plunged into darkness. Two abrupt slaps given by your hand onto each of my cheeks, just below my cheek bones. It didn't hurt as such. More of a surprise at the unexpected action. I could not help the quick breath I inhaled over the ...