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Weekend of Bondage
(Mistress Daria)

She orders me to follow her into the living room, which I do. Then tells me to strip. Standing in the corner of the room, I begin undressing and leave my clothes on the floor beneath me. Now I'm totally naked, vulnerable and exposed. She moves over to the fireplace and retrieves a toolbox that was in an old wooden chest. She the toolbox and begins taking things out, and I too anxious, don't even know what she's taking out. She tells me to come closer to her, I comply, I attempt to smile at her, but she's totally focused on this really long piece of rope. "Is she going to use on me?", I wonder. She tells me to lift my arms up over my head and she begins to wrap the rope around my chest, snugly beneath my tits. My weekend of bondage had begun.

As she winds the rope round and round, I can hear a "whish" as it whisks through the air, and she is tightly winding around my chest two or three times and then moves to the top of my breasts, winding it around the top a few times too. The rope is nylon and I get extremely turned on by the feel of the tight bondage and the sound of the rope moving about my body.

She finally takes the ends of the rope and cinches them around the loops in between my breasts, then directs them over my shoulders, tying the ends to the loops behind my back. She then cinches the bottom rope and the top rope together on the outer sides of my tits, forcing my tits even closer together and making them incredibly sensitive to the touch. As she turns me around to check the back, I catch a glance of myself in the mirror and see that the rope is forcing my tits to protrude out, making my already large breasts seem even larger, and they are already swelling from the bondage she has inflicted upon me. I am excited by how she has forced my tits to take the shape that she wants, ready to be used and tortured at will.

She locks leather cuffs on my wrists with tiny padlocks. She tells me to put my hands behind my back, which of course, I do. She secures fastens my wrists cuffs together and orders me to kneel. She gives me my safewords: "yellow" to mean she should ease up on whatever she's doing at that moment, and "red" to mean everything should stop at once. I let her know I understand the safewords, but I try to force from my mind the thought that I might actually have to use them. Was my will stronger than bondage?

She then goes about tying my elbows together with piece length of rope. My elbows are having a hard time meeting, and it takes her a while to work on them, but the constant "whishing" of the rope as she's manipulating my arms and the feeling of the rope itself keeps me on edge.

After tying my elbows close together, she tells me to lie on the floor, face down. I try to comply, but with my hands and elbows tied behind my back, there is no way to brace myself, and I'm having a difficult time lying down. She decides to expedite the process, grabs the ropes wrapped around my chest behind my back, and thrusts me forward. But, because I don't know, she's got ahold of me and intends to keep me from falling, I initially resist her efforts to lower me down because I still feel like I'll fall. She lets go of her grip at about the same time I end my resistance to her pushing. I end up falling straight onto the floor. She tells me she wanted to keep that from happening, but I actually like that she was so forceful and I was so helpless in my state of bondage.