| Author: | Katie West | ISBN: | 9781465973412 |
| Publisher: | Katie West | Publication: | March 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Katie West |
| ISBN: | 9781465973412 |
| Publisher: | Katie West |
| Publication: | March 2, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Tammy felt his strong hands grasp her ankles as he threaded the rope into the link on the ankle cuffs. He pulled the rope, tugging them together. Tammy knew what she had to do and pushed her knees as far apart as she could as she felt the tension on the rope as he pulled on her ankles.
'Wrists on your back pet.' Tammy heard his voice and obeyed immediately. She stretched her arms back as far as she could and felt the tension as he slid another piece of rope through the link on each of the cuffs, fastening her wrists together..
The tension increased in both her hands and her legs as he tied both pieces of the rope together, pulling them towards each other, hog tying her.
Totally helpless, unable to see and unable to talk, Tammy was in heaven. She loved deprivation play, when she wasn't able to see, and sometimes not even hear if he made her use a set of headphones. Being unable to talk also increased the helpless feeling, but she knew him well enough and trusted him totally, so there was no fear in her because she couldn't communicate verbally. They had other ways to communicate while she was gagged, and she knew he would be watching her hands closely. All she would have to do is start opening and closing her hands into a fist for him to stop what he was doing immediately. Her trust with him had developed over the months they had been meeting up, and both of them were comfortable with how it had grown.
Although Tammy had experienced being tied like this before, she never knew what was going to happen next. He might be gentle, he might be rough, but whatever he did, she knew she was going to relish it with every part of her being.
Anticipation played a huge part in their play. That was one of the reasons they both loved the use of blindfolds. Tammy had no idea what he would do next, and he knew that she didn't, and played on it regularly. This time he kept her waiting. She lay there anticipating his next move but it never came. She was almost beginning to wonder if he was still there when she felt the kiss of soft fur against her skin. Well it would have been the soft kiss, if she wasn't incredibly ticklish, and each stroke of the fur mitten drove her into fits of squirming, as she tugged against the ropes binding her tightly.
He drew the mitten up her leg, letting it flutter across the bottoms of her feet. Even through her stockings she could feel it tickling her relentlessly. He moved it to her bare shoulders, this time curling his fingers so the little spikes at the end of the mitten grazed against her skin. A combination of the softness of the fur and the sharpness of the spikes always drove her crazy. She wriggled harder, biting hard down on the rubber bulb of the gag, moaning continuously.
Tammy felt his strong hands grasp her ankles as he threaded the rope into the link on the ankle cuffs. He pulled the rope, tugging them together. Tammy knew what she had to do and pushed her knees as far apart as she could as she felt the tension on the rope as he pulled on her ankles.
'Wrists on your back pet.' Tammy heard his voice and obeyed immediately. She stretched her arms back as far as she could and felt the tension as he slid another piece of rope through the link on each of the cuffs, fastening her wrists together..
The tension increased in both her hands and her legs as he tied both pieces of the rope together, pulling them towards each other, hog tying her.
Totally helpless, unable to see and unable to talk, Tammy was in heaven. She loved deprivation play, when she wasn't able to see, and sometimes not even hear if he made her use a set of headphones. Being unable to talk also increased the helpless feeling, but she knew him well enough and trusted him totally, so there was no fear in her because she couldn't communicate verbally. They had other ways to communicate while she was gagged, and she knew he would be watching her hands closely. All she would have to do is start opening and closing her hands into a fist for him to stop what he was doing immediately. Her trust with him had developed over the months they had been meeting up, and both of them were comfortable with how it had grown.
Although Tammy had experienced being tied like this before, she never knew what was going to happen next. He might be gentle, he might be rough, but whatever he did, she knew she was going to relish it with every part of her being.
Anticipation played a huge part in their play. That was one of the reasons they both loved the use of blindfolds. Tammy had no idea what he would do next, and he knew that she didn't, and played on it regularly. This time he kept her waiting. She lay there anticipating his next move but it never came. She was almost beginning to wonder if he was still there when she felt the kiss of soft fur against her skin. Well it would have been the soft kiss, if she wasn't incredibly ticklish, and each stroke of the fur mitten drove her into fits of squirming, as she tugged against the ropes binding her tightly.
He drew the mitten up her leg, letting it flutter across the bottoms of her feet. Even through her stockings she could feel it tickling her relentlessly. He moved it to her bare shoulders, this time curling his fingers so the little spikes at the end of the mitten grazed against her skin. A combination of the softness of the fur and the sharpness of the spikes always drove her crazy. She wriggled harder, biting hard down on the rubber bulb of the gag, moaning continuously.
