Ravishing in Rope

 

Her eyes locked on his. She knew the look well, it was lust. Men were always staring at her that way--undressing her, ravishing her in their minds. She had always stared back with contempt, laughing at their unfulfilled needs, their impotence.

She wasn't laughing now.

The chains holding her naked body made it impossible to feel anything but terror.

She moaned and arched her body, trying to loosen their grip but only managed to stoke his lust. He was in no hurry, he enjoyed her fear. There was no escape for her, no rescue, no last minute reprieve.

He began to circle and her head followed until stopped by the chains. Her bare feet were off the ground, held tight by the shackles at her feet. She could track his progress only by the echo of his footsteps against the stone walls.

She braced, held her breath for the first stroke of his whip. When it didn't come immediately, she took the opportunity to flex her ass cheeks creating an alluring and irresistible dimple. The maneuver had always worked before with the men she's dated. There was a slight pause in his step then he reappeared on the opposite side, flicking the evil cord...

But it was an indecisive flicking, a kind of tentative jerk.

Was he tormenting her? ...Or perhaps unsure of himself? ...Or maybe even...afraid...of her? Zhào, the sadistic monster who had put her in this bondage, this terrible suspension had hinted that he was new.

A hint of contempt crept into her mind, perhaps she could have the last laugh after all. All that was needed was...

She had heard Zhào tell the man that her punishment was "in his hands." He had underscored that responsibility with the heavy thud of the closing door. Their eyes had met while the echo of the door's closing still reverberated in the room.

She had seen his uncertainty, his hesitation behind the lust. Suddenly she knew that she could gain the upper hand with this weakling; even bound she had the power to make him her bitch. It would be a fitting punishment for his male arrogance.

He was still silent, just circling her taut body, holding the threatening rod with his fingertips as if it was somehow alive and dangerous.

Her hopes soared. The infuriating ball gag in her mouth prevented her from using her voice, but she still had her haunting eyes. She had used them before with men, always with satisfying results. Men lacked the mental strength, the stamina, the subtlety of women. For the most part, they were dumb brutes, fit for heavy lifting but not much more. She twisted her luscious body and moaned again.

If she could turn this fool's thoughts to sex rather than pain, she could turn the tables on him. Not that she didn't deserve the pain. She did. She had broken every promise she had ever made to the company; she had purposely manipulated every guest they had paired her with...but so what. Most men were too stupid to deserve the mastery they claimed...just like this dope.

Imagine one of them judging her behavior, her motives. She should be the one judging them; she was clearly the superior intellect here, she deserved to be in charge. Having a cock didn't give them the right to dominate...that logic was fundamentally flawed.

The man moved to her front and stopped, no longer able to hold her penetrating gaze.

Weak! She decided. He was weak, totally undeserving of her valuable favors. He reached up and gently ran the back of his hand over her breast, lingering on the protruding nipple then running it down over her flat stomach to the strip of hair leading to...

His touch felt like a woman's, she thought then she moaned.

Uh...ahhh...Mmm, as if overcome with desire, trying to encourage him to continue.

He pulled his hand back. The moaning was a mistake, she realized; it scared him. He was weaker than she'd imagined. It was as if he was surprised to find a real woman in the bondage. He stepped back...there was fear in his eyes that he was trying to hide behind a mask of indifference!

Uh...ahhh...Mmm, she tried again, more gently, tilting her head to the side in an inviting way. No man had ever denied her when she used the head-tilt. It was one of her best moves especially when her pert ass and long legs were not available.

He blinked then looked down at the floor as if ashamed at his behavior. Her heart soared...modern society had made pussies out of these creatures. Pussies! They were unfit to rule. He stepped closer, eyes still averted, and reached behind her neck to release the gag.

She had won! There was no way this weakling could survive now that she had her voice. She exercised her sore jaw then began to speak in her most seductive tone, carefully reeling him in ever further.

"Th...thank you. It's a terrible mistake. I...I didn't do anything wrong. I...I...think they made some kind of administrative error. Could...could you help me straighten this out. Perhaps speak for me until they figure out what really happened. Please...? I would be so grateful, so..."

"No one told me anything," he said nervously. "Why...why are you here? What are they saying you did wrong?"

"One of the guests said something. I...I...guess I came on too hard. I was just looking for someone to...I guess I was too needy. I guess I pushed him too hard...his manhood was...it wasn't...you know?"

She lowered her eyes and feigned embarrassment, shame, and guilt. It was am amazing performance for someone without any formal training. The man looked astonished that such a travesty had occurred especially to someone so beautiful, so, so deserving of help.

"Plea...please, can you help me?"

He glanced up at the shackles on her wrists they down at her ankles. They had locks. Her looked at her in near panic.

She had forgotten the locks. It one second he would run from the room and demand her release. That would be the end. Zhào would never release her without punishment. She needed this fool to hit her lightly, to make it look as if she had been tormented.

She needed to do something immediately before he bolted.

"Please...please...I'm sorry, but I can't help it. They...they gave me some kind of drug, a stimulant, some kind of aphrodisiac. I can't help myself. I need you inside me. I need to feel you moving inside my body...please."