Castle Bond – Part 4
Finally, it was
lunch time and it was a good selection of bite-size food and international fare
to choose from. Of course, it was boy-feed-girl - but unlike my brother, Carter
was much more careful not to get any sauce or liquid on my face or chin. He
gave me a short introduction to himself -- German on his mother's side,
American on his father's side, taking a gap year before taking a physics degree
at a top Ivy League university. Interesting but well, not really one for
immediate dating.
Lunch over, the
stuff tape gag went back on. The afternoon was for more advanced bondage and
several younger girls politely dropped out.
"Breast bondage time," Erik announced. Ok, that's not too bad if done
properly. My partner failed to do so properly and caused me to moan (not erotic
moans) from the pain. Finally, with Erik's help, he got it right and boy did
that also push my 34B boobs out.
Just when I
thought it was over, Erik said, "Ok now we'll try that again, with just
underwear on."
What?! But he
wasn’t joking, as all the female folk were untied and took off their outer
clothing. Oh well, they did say this was the more advanced TUG/bondage part.
With my hands undone, I dropped my dress to the ground, revealing my black
lingerie underneath.
I heard a
typical boy's "woohoo" from Carter as he rebound my wrists and
started work on the second round of breast bondage. He was a little faster this
time. As he finished, Erik and Karin, wearing a silky red lingerie set with
exquisite breast bondage and thick OTM gag, approached.
"No, this
rope goes here, and tighten that knot," he told Carter. As Carter re-did
the corrections, my boobs really protruded out. I also became a little
unbalanced and would have fallen down, had Carter not caught me.
"Okay, I see you all are alright with this,” Erik said. “Now boys, tie an overhand knot on a very long
piece of rope." Oh, what now?
Next, the boys
soon tied the rope over our bare stomach area and I knew what this meant:
crotch rope! I was made to lie on my
side and then… "Mmmp!" Eric
yanked the rope between my buttocks and pulled it tight against my
knickers-clad crotch, fastening it again the waist rope.
"And girls,
relax."
But that was
hardly an order to be followed since almost immediately, the knot pressed hard
against my clitoris and it soon swelled. Very quickly, it started to react to
the pressure and I gave a short grunt through the gag. Then I believe the
muscles began to contract there and my vagina juices started to flow out.
Before long, and
with a call of “Mmmmahmm," the orgasm came. It lasted for a few minutes
and I rolled about on the matted floor as did other girls. The resolution phase
came - but the crotch rope did its work again and the cycle repeated itself.
All the women
were rolling on the floor and we couldn't help but collide into each other. I
then spied mum in her high waist white knickers. Her breast bondage appeared
looser but she had two knots instead of one for her crotch rope and boy was she
moaning a lot!
Erik left us
girls in this erotic stage for just over an hour before he instructed the boys
to remove the crotch rope. My knickers were soaking wet with all my vaginal
juice and I myself was soaked with sweat. A quick drink and our breast bondage
was removed and our outer clothes were back on.
Then it was
more advance gags time and they gave a series of ball gags, penis gags,
butterfly gags, ring gags, Jennings gags, harness gags and all the other
various adult gags to try for around five minutes each. Erik finally said that the
girls could indicate their preferred gag and I nodded to the panel gag.
As soon as Carter
secured it in place, Erik said, "now it's chains time." Oh yeah,
handcuffs and leg irons! Those that they provided here felt lighter but firmer
than the ones I've used before in my TUGs involving my sisters.
Then finally it
was on to leather cuffs and then to plastics ties/handcuffs.
Before we knew it, it was dinner time. It was pretty rapid feeding and then the
gags came back on with only a small sip of water.
"Ok, we'll
let you girls pee, in various groups."
If you think
this was normal – well… no. Our wrists were handcuffed to our front and our
legs were still locked in leg irons. If you wore a not too long dress or skirt,
it might be easy to lift it up or drop it down and wipe your female private
part. But for most of us ladies it wasn't the case, so it was a huge challenge
just to answer the call of nature.
Back in the
main room, the last session was test time. Carter still struggled with the
various forms of ropes but scored high with basic gags especially tape gags and
the more advanced bondage. Prizes were given out and we got runners up for zip
ties and panel gags combo.
Imogen got her
prize from earlier and that was the end of it. "Alright, enjoy yourselves
for the remainder of your stay here. If there's any questions you can Whatsapp
me at..." He gave a number and all the men folk clapped.
We were soon reunited with our own family members and retied and re-gagged in
the same manner. Back in the sanctuary of our guest room, we ladies changed
into casual wear. Mum as she was the night before, turned in earlier, while the
male folk had to unpack the suitcases of the new arrived sisters--perks of
being bound and gagged!
The TV was
turned on and somehow the channel was a local programme from the Castle itself.
On it was a newscaster, ball gagged and handcuffed, reading in gag speak!!! We
all watched before we all called it a night. This time, it was a thick tape
gag, and tape around my wrists--thankfully in front--and ankles. "Night
sis," my brother greeted and then it was darkness.
Sweet, blissful
darkness…
TBC
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