Normally this is stuff i don't have on hand but over the winter i had broken bad and gotten myself a pair of thigh-high black leather boots with four inch heels. It took a lot of work to find some like i wanted. They needed to fit like a second skin and go way up on my thighs. A zipper closure was out so laces were opted for. The laces are the part i like the best, next to the aroma. The cost was in the nieghborhood of a weeks salery, but i figured they are like an investment. They should last forever.

i know that the old seamed stockings can still be found, but not out in the sticks where i live. Forgive me, but i didn't drive to The Big City to get a pair. Pantihose if you please. For my underthings i went skimpy. i have a black satin bikini set that would knock your eyes out. The bottoms don't have a split crotch, but they do have a thong back and could fit in a thimble. The top is just as small and is very lace-like in a strapless version. The dress inspired the word "slinky", very clingy, very short, and fits me like it was grown on my body.

Preperation incuded a long relaxing (dare i say elegant) bath. Lots of scented water and lots of heavenly body splash afterwards. Windsong mixes perfectly with my body chemistry and i couldn't get a better perfume at any price. The make up was done right to the limits of good taste. My hair was done up perfectly and it only took j and me four hours to get ready for the ropes.

The rope was a nice thick, soft cotton kind. Almost fluffy to the touch because it is very old. When pulled tight it shrinks to half the normal diameter. Perfect!

Keep in mind the idea here was not to perform an experiment, just do a real good job - of tying me up!

First j tied my hands behind me. Up until this point i thought this was going to be just some bondage. You know, try it out, see how it feels, tweak things a bit until everything came together, enjoy and write a report with a thank you. Not what j had in mind. She likes to be timid most of the time, but when she gets wound up she sort of breaks loose sometimes on me. This was to be one of those times.

When we had discused this event i had made fun of the fact that i was suposed to have my ancles tied crossed, which is cool, but i was also suposed to have my knees tied tightly together. When the ancles are tied crossed the right way the knees can't touch. The only way to do that is kinda fake it when tying the ancles togeher. That's not as bad as i make it sound, but usually i can slip my ancles around in the rope where my ancles end up side by side. i can't get loose or anything, but i can change my situation.

j informed me as soon as my hands were tied that she didn't like my attitude and she was going to tie my ancles where i couldn't get them side by side and if i did manage it then she was going to take my place. If i couldn't manage then i was going to be tied up most severly and for a long time!

Imagine your self sitting there and have someone tell you something like that. j and i have done enough bondage together to know what we are talking about. i know as well as her that bondage can be done where the position is so compromising that it can go way beyond "uncomfortable." That's what she was telling me she was going to do to me! All the time she was finishing tying me up i was trying to talk her down. i just wanted some bondage foreplay, she wanted to teach me a lesson. Lessons learned in bondage can be... hard!

i saw what she did to keep me from uncrossing my ancles. She used the heels of my boots to put in one extra loop so that the only way i could get my ancles side by side would be to break the rope - or the heels off of my boots. It wasn't going to happen! She tied me up extra extra tight just to be sure i couldn't get loose and tie her up.

She was just suposed to tie my wrists, elbows, ancles, knees, and upper thighs. She added a gag, a blindfold, and then she tied maybe ten loops around my chest (some loops above my breasts and some below and two of them that crossed in between.)

This is the part where i am either teased to excitement or left alone to get heated up on my own. Usually i don't get an unexpected punishment.

i felt j push, pull, and drag me somewhere. i thought she was moving me to my room although i couldn't be sure. i was in a lot of discomfort as i felt her doing something with the loose end of the rope around my torso. She was using it to make me get up on my knees! She was going to put me in some kind of position that wouldn't feel good at all! i could feel something behind me like a wall - no, it was the door to the closet i was sure. She had looped the rope over the door knob and had me tied so that all of my weight was on my knees. i wanted loose and i had a flashback to the second when i had offered my hands behind me little knowing that she was planning on punishing me.

She wasn't done yet! i felt her loop a rope between my ancles (securely crossed, thank you) and then she must have run that rope back up to the door knob. i made a surprised sound through the gag as she tied off my feet. i was totally at her mercy and she wasn't feeling too merciful! When i got loose i was going to have to tie her up like this and let her feel what it felt like. My heart was hammering as i heard her walk away. She wouldn't leave me alone, i knew that much. More than likely she would get comfortable somewhere nearby so she could keep an eye on me because of the gag. If i thought she would leave me alone in my room like that i would never let her tie me up - never. Gags can be dangerous!

Ok, the action had stopped, for the moment at least. She would do something in a bit, i was sure of that. This is the point in a slave's life when she takes stock of the situation. i was well tied up. Escape wouldn't be in my near future. Nothing was going to be in my near future! i hoped it wouldn't be too long like this. i couldn't move!

The second thing a slave does after being tied up (after being sure that she can not get loose) is to find the best, most comfortable way to survive until the one who tied you up decides on what they are going to do next. My legs were... well there was nothing i could do there. My hands and arms were as bad off. About all i could do there was wiggle my fingers. Lessee, which feels better: hands clinched or relaxed, and if relaxed how much should i relax them?

i really wanted to get untied!

About the only freedom i had was my head - if you allow for the gag and the blindfold! Should i rest my chin on my chest? Maybe for awhile, until i began to feel the tendons in my neck stiffen up.

Ok, what to do now?

i had found i couldn't get free so i could relax. i had found that i couldn't get comfortable and i knew that soon my knees and my neck were going to get sore. i took a deep breathe in resignation and was rewarded by the ropes feeling like they constricted around my chest. They hadn't. They were already as tight as they could be, just about. My arms would not stand being tied the way they were for too long. When i had first dicovered that i could have them tied so tight that they would touch i thought i had been blessed. Be careful about what you wish for - you could get it!

i could smell my own perfume and a hint of musk. That wasn't the perfume - it was me! i could feel that i was wet between my legs. Odd thing, huh? Here i really wanted loose (this wasn't what i had hoped for at all) and my body was responding to the bondage! What a life! Why do i do that? Its like my body and me aren't always in tune with each other. Wierd!

For something to do i scrunched up my nose to see if the blindfold would move any so i could see something. i guess that's the trouble with being tied up by someone like j who had been tied up a lot herself. Yeah, good friends, sometimes i have to play the top. If i don't tie up j from time to time then how can i expect her to tie me up all of the time? i need a lot of tying up - at least three or four times a week - at least!

The heat in the room seemed stiffeling. i had a "glisten" on my skin by now. How long had it been? No, don't even think about that! It was way too soon to start counting seconds. i tried shifting around a bit. The way i feel about it is that when all of my weight is on my knees then all of that weight might be resting on one atom or molecule or cell in my knee. By shifting around a bit, even if i end up in the exact same position, i give that cell a mini rest. That's good, right?

i could feel a drop of persperation forming on my nose. Aggghh! Like an itch i couldn't scratch! Please don't do that! i flung my head from side to side in case the droplet was big enough to fling off. It wasn't. i hate it when that happens!

i shifted on my knees again. Please j, not too much, ok? i could feel the fabric of my pantihose rubbing between my legs. It felt good. The rope around my thighs felt pretty good too. Yep, the body was responding. My pantihose were getting wet. The drop on my nose ran down a bit. i shook my head. The droplet was still there.

The ropes dug into my chest and where they touched me on my breasts felt... different. It felt like a kind pain is all i can say. My nips were so erect that they felt like they were going to get so hard that they would pop!

i shifted around again. The nylon of my pantihose rubbed together again. Please j, you were right - i can't uncross my ancles! i'm sorry! i was being rude, i appoligize! Please let me down, i'm sorry!

i hug my head lower and let my body go. i was helpless to fight against the ropes, j, or anything! Please have mercy! i'm a good slave, most of the time, aren't i?

When j and i had first started tying each other up i had been the experienced one. i had taken her to her limits and made her glad of it. i had showed her how bondage can be safe and even fun. Usually when we did bondage it was a giggle a second, not this time though. i just wanted to be cut down enough so a could lie down, she didn't even have to completely untie me! The droplet on my nose began to run down between my nostrals. A shiver ran through me and i shook my head again. Thankfully the drop flew off. My relief was imediate, but not long lived. Another droplet was begining to form....

i had been hanging from the rope on the door knob for a long long time before i heard j stir. She was right in front of me - somewhere. She touched my breast and i jumped at the electricity!

"You still think you can uncross your ancles?" she taunted. There was a softness in her voice, maybe a horseness too. She wanted me. Oh yas!

"You look very nice when you get dressed up nice like this." she intoned softly as she played with my left nip. i was glad that i looked nice for her. It felt very good having her fingernail there and i felt my nip harden even more. My body trembled once. Suddenly i was unaware of the ropes, the droplets on my nose. All that there was in the world was the sound of her voice so soft and her touch. i wanted.

i felt gentle hand touch the straps of my dress and delisciouly slid them off of my shoulders. She had to tug a bit to slide the top of my dress under the ropes that surounded me. She flipped down the cups on my strapless bra and cool air rewarded me. i stuck out my chest as far as i could longing for her gentle carress. Lips kissed my left nip ever so sweetly. "You look... stunning." j told me. i shuddered to think how i looked. The sort dress covering little of my legs the top pulled down to expose me...

Then i tought of her beautiful lips as i felt them tease me. A gentle nibble with her teeth sent sparks past my eyes. Her tongue was wet on me and when she went to the other nip the one left behind continued to respond to the coolness of the air as her love kisses dried. Here hands craddled my orbs as she feasted on them. i was moaning softly to my gag as i felt my mound harden painfully, almost. Actually it felt pretty good, an agony of ectasy, an ectasy of agony. Who could tell the difference?

My body trembled in anticipation as j enjoyed my treats. If that was punishment then give me more, quickly please. Quickly it did not come. My body was tied to the point of being almost completely incapable of movement. She had the freedom. The freedom to enjoy me - as she wanted. All that i had was the overwhelming desire to... to be enjoyed!