Meditation in Rope and Leather
I wasn’t
expecting what happened to happen – who ever does really? But it did happen, and I remember it as if it
was yesterday…
I was wearing a
soft black leather jacket over my outfit, and a pair of over the knee black
suede boots with a three inch heel. It
had been a long day at the bar, and I feely confess,
I was looking forward to a hot bath and a lie in. Well, we don’t always get what we want – but
as the song goes, if we try somehow, we might find, we get what we need…
Sorry – getting
ahead of myself. I made my way down the
street, up to my front door, unlocked it and walked in, expecting the house to
be empty. I closed the front door, put
my bag on the floor, walked into the front room, turned on the light – and
there he was.
He was tall,
broad shouldered, and wore a black jumper that stretched across his chest,
black jeans and sneakers, black gloves – and a black balaclava, which meant all
I could see of his face was his thin lips and his piercing blue eyes. He turned and looked at me, and then said in
a clear, quiet voice to be quiet as he raised a pistol and pointed it at me.
As I looked
round, I could see the open drawers and doors of the furniture, so he had been
searching for things to take, but I was more concerned at that point about what
he was going to do to me. So when he
told me to turn round, and raise my hands, I did so, facing the wall with a
mixture of feelings.
It may sound
strange, but just as I was terrified of what he might do, there was something
else, something I could not process as I looked at the white wall. Could hear him behind me, and as I looked
round I could see him opening a large bag, and taking out some lengths of rope.
“Face the wall,
and put your arms by your side.”
He was issuing
a command, and as I did so I felt him take my hands behind my back, and put
them together, palm to palm. I steeled
myself – he was going to tie my hands and feet while he robbed me, that much
was…
To my
amazement, that was not what he did – but he did wrap the rope around my arms
and forced my elbows together, pulling my shoulders back and making my jacket
open. It was a strange feeling, as I
heard the rope been pulled tighter over the leather, and then between my arms
so that they were locked together. He
held me, whispered if I liked it, and before I could answer yes or no he went
and I presumed took some more rope.
That was a good
guess on my part, as he did to my wrists what he had just done to my elbows – locked
them together with the rope around and between my arms. I wriggled my fingers as he tied the rope off
out of reach of them. It was as if they
had been sheathed in something, so tightly were they held together. And – yes, it was making me feel a little
excited despite the helplessness. Or
maybe because of the helplessness…
I felt him
stroke his gloved hands down my arms and across my shoulders, a little electric
shock running through me as he did so, and then he reached round, slowly
unfastening my jacket fully, and then pulling it back, letting it hang off my elbows
binding as I felt the cook air on my chest.
I was wearing a black strapless crop top – I may be a little older than
most women who would wear it, but it did make me look good. The other thin I
noticed as I looked down was just how much my chest was forced out, the spandex
spreading tight over my breasts.
I asked what he
was going to do next, but he whispered into my ear to be quiet – or he would
make me be quiet. The implication of
that was quite clear, so I nodded s he stroked down my bare upper arms, and
then started to knead his fingers into my shoulders, before he leaned over and
kissed my ear.
I bit my
tongue, not sure of what I could do or say, as his lips touched my bare
shoulders, and I saw his gloved hands reach round. His touch was surprisingly gentle, as he
started to stroke my chest, and I let out a sigh. I should have been – no, I was terrified, but
something else was happening as well as he stroked round my chest, and then
started to gently massage it, his fingers sinking into my soft flesh as he did
so.
My flesh wasn’t
soft for long, as what he was doing caused my body to respond, and I could feel
my breasts firming up as well. More to
the point, I was starting to struggle, as I whispered “no,” despite the
feelings I was experiencing.
H reminded me
he had said to be quiet, or he would make sure I was quiet. I nodded and closed my eyes, wondering what
he would do next as I felt my breasts getting firmer, as he continued the
massage – and ten he pinched my nipples, making me squeal as I realised how
sensitive they had become. I also
shivered again – and not just form what he was doing.
“No – exactly
from what he was doing, as he lifted the top over my head and pulled it off,
down my arms, letting it drop to the floor.
The cold air hit my bare flesh then as I saw just how prominent and firm
my nipples were, and how large my breasts had become – and how his own leather gloves
felt as he gripped me again, more firmly this time, his fingers singing in as I
moaned slightly.
Ordering me not
to move, I nodded as he stepped away and then came back, a long length of rope
passed round me and pulled tight under my chest as my arms were forced against
my back. He then passed it round above
my chest, framing my breasts as he wound the rope round several times. The bands grew wider, and rubbed on me as he
pulled it tighter each time, then tied the rope off behind me.
That wasn’t the
only thing he did however, as I twisted round, my leather skirt squeaking as my
jacket rubbed against me. I felt his
hands on me as he passed the rope under the lower band, on my left side, and
then pulled the rope up, making me gasp again as he then took it round my neck,
and under the bands on my other side.
That framed my chest on both sides, as if they were boxed in, but then
he took more rope over my shoulder, wrapping it tightly round my left breast,
then my right one, before he took it back over the other shoulder.
As a result, my
breasts were forced up and out, and ripe for his attention, as he gently
squeezed and played with my nipples again, making me squirm but also making
something change inside me. I was warm –
and getting hotter, not in terms of flush, but inside me, as I started to feel
a dampness between my legs.
Was this… Was this turning me on? I had to admit, that was a possibility, as he
continued to massage and pinch my chest until I started to moan loudly.
“I told you I
would have to make you be quiet,” he said quietly as he knelt down, and I felt
him reach under my skirt and pull may panties down, making me step out of them
as he did so. I wondered what he was going
to do, and then he held my black lace panties in front of me, wadded up, and
told me to open my mouth.
I knew I had no
choice, as I opened my mouth, but I was surprised at the damp sweet taste as
they were pushed into my mouth, keeping my tongue pressed down to the floor of
my mouth as I looked round. I saw him
holding a roll of white tape, which made a soft sound as he peeled a long strip
off, tore it free, and then pressed it over my mouth. The tape seemed to form to the contours of my
face, but it held firm, as he turned me round and looked at me.
I watched him
carefully as he smiled, and then leaned down, encircling my left nipple with
his lips and gently kissing it as his tongue ran over my nipple. This time I really did moan, but the tape and
my panties meant to was muffled, and I realised something. He was going to do this, and by gagging me, I
was actually free to give expression to what he was doing – and I was helpless
unable to stop him.
And more to the
point, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop him…
He moved from
side to side, drawing my nipple out as I moaned softly and squirmed, and felt
the fire growing stronger inside me. He
stopped and looked me, before he reached round and slowly pulled the zip down
on my leather skirt, letting it fall to the floor before he made me walk out of
the room, and up to the bedroom.
I knew now what
his intentions were, but I was powerless to stop him, and if I was honest – and
I had to be honest – I wondered how he was going to do what he was going to
do. We walked into the bedroom, and he
closed the door, closing the curtains and putting the bag with the rope down as
he closed the curtains, then looked at me.
I was standing
by the bed, as he slowly pushed me over, and sat across me, leaning down ad kissing my chest, his lips and teeth suckling on me as I
groaned and twisted round. As I rubbed
on him, I wasn’t surprised to feel a bump there as well, and I knew he was
getting aroused. But that was incidental
now, I wanted him to continue what he was doing…
He slowly moved
down me, spreading my legs apart as he kissed my belly button, his tongue
running round it as I raised my head and looked at him. He looked up and smiled as he moved further
down, and then kissed me on my mound – making me shiver as I felt the fire growing
wilder inside me, and I felt the dampness as well.
More than that
– he started to lick the juices, and that made little shocks run through me,
making me squirm even more as he continued to kiss and lick me, his tongue
finding little spots that made me jump and moan even more. I spread my legs apart, inviting him in, and
he took the opportunity, using his tongue to tease and coax me along as I
started to shiver and shake.
When he
stopped, I looked up to see him unbuckling his belt, pulling the zip down as he
let his pants drop, and then his boxers, his cock standing firm and proud as he
looked at me. I wondered if he would use
any protection - but that question was answered as he moved forward again,
smiling at me as he slipped past my guard, and smoothly entered me.
I felt the
throbbing as he did so and gripped him with my own muscles, seeing him smile as
he started to thrust forward, moving in and out as I moved in time with him,
lost in the feelings of enjoyment and ecstasy I was feeling as he started to expand
and fill me, pressing on the walls of my passage as I closed my eyes and moaned
even more.
And as he grew
larger, the throbbing increased, making me shake as I moved my hips in time
with his thrusts, feeling him grow even larger as the waves of pleasure started
to lap on me, making me groan even more, wanting to bring him with me. I could feel the cool leather of my jacket a
sit rubbed on my back, and the ropes around my arms and chest, seeming to add
to the excitement I was feeling as he increased the speed and strength of his
thrusts. I breathed in short gasps
through my nose as I closed my eyes, feeling him building, feeling me building…
And when it
came, it came in a flood of desire, my body shaking as I felt him cum inside me
at the same time, the fluids mixing and intermingling as I gripped him and
milked him for all he had…
Eventually, I
fell back onto the bed, sighing as I closed my eyes and I felt him slip
out. I could hear him putting his pants
back on, and then as he crossed my ankles.
Opening them slowly, I watched as he bound them tightly together, the
white rope sinking into the soft black suede.
He then bound my legs together below my knees, stroking my legs gently
as he did so, the rope between my legs so tight as I tried to move them…
He then took a
longer length of rope, doubled it over and slipped it under my waist as I
slowly pushed myself up, then tying it at my waist before he let the end lie
between my legs, pushing it through as his hands stroked my thighs.
I wondered what
he was going to do, but I found out as he rolled me over onto my stomach, and
pulled my bound and booted ankles back, tying the rope he had taken between my
legs round my ankles and making sure they stayed near my bottom. I wondered why he had done that, and then I
tried to move my legs – and I knew as I felt the shivering, the fires, the
desire…
I moved my
ankles back and forth as he searched my room, groaning and making myself more
aroused as he took my jewellery, and left me there. I was helpless, I was gagged, I was – I was
feeling so much more aroused and satisfied than I had ever been, as I brought
myself to another orgasm, wondering when my husband would get home…
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