A lesson well taught 3 | tight bondage story, tied, gagged, crotchrope

"Oh that feels good," Joanne sighed. This time everything was much tighter. Traci had really pulled hard on each wrap and she was looping everything over her shoulders now. The tight, protesting cords were cutting into the soft, defenseless flesh of her arms and a groan of liquid ecstasy escaped her lips. She was hotter – and wetter than ever. Her arousal was flooding her tingling, aching clit and soaking the thin satin covering everything.

Traci grinned before carefully threading the ropes beneath the cords looping around her back. "I know how you feel. I like really tight bondage as well," Traci happily mused. I always used to feel so alive after being so tightly bound and gagged I couldn't move a single inch." Her voice was suddenly wistful. "Been a long time since I've been tied up like that."

"Yeah…" Joanne was sympathetic. She could understand very well how Joanne felt. "Sorry to hear that. I know how you feel," she carefully replied.

"Oh well… that's life," Traci cheerfully replied. "I'm just happy you're enjoying all this so much though."

"Oh, I am," Joanne happily sighed before wriggling from one side to another. "This is so much fun as well."

"I just wish we could be tied up together," Joanne said before giggling. "Then we would both be happy."

"Who knows," Traci smiled. "Let's hope it's sooner rather than later."

"Me too."

Just how soon, Joanne and Traci would discover all too quickly. Never was the old adage, 'Be careful what you wish for', so apt.

Traci was passing the cords over the other shoulder now and Joanne briefly wondered what her friend was up to now. Before she had time to think about it further, Traci suddenly pulled everything tight and she couldn't help gasping out aloud again. The ropes underneath her breasts were being forced upwards, and squeezing her breasts together that much more. Utterly spellbound, she peered downwards. The woven cords were very white against the brown of her skin and she wonderingly took in the beauty of it all before gustily exhaling with a loud 'whoosh!' The physical and visual stimulation was so great that her head spun. Traci was revolving around her like a top and she closed her eyes before vainly trying to assimilate the signals her brain were receiving.

Eventually her momentary dizziness eased before disappearing and she cautiously opened her eyes to be rewarded with a warm, yet utterly knowing smile.

"Wowww…" Traci said. "You were very far away for a while there."

Embarrassed, "Yeah… I guess I was." How could she possibly explain the effect all this was having upon her?

"Michael used to call it 'sub-space'," Traci commented while she carefully tied the last knots around the inverted 'T' junction of cords just below her breasts. "It's… like when you're just focusing on your bondage and nothing else, if you know what I mean?"

"I think so," Joanne hesitantly replied before sighing again and writhing from one side to another. "Oh my God… You've tied me up so good! I don't think I'm ever gonna escape!"

"That's the general idea," Traci primly replied before smiling. "So… Jo, you're officially tied up now. How are you feeling?"

"Mmm… good…" Joanne sighed before happily flexing her muscles and twisting around from left to right but nothing so much loosened or budged. Her bonds felt wonderful. "Oh wow… I'm really tied up now, aren't I?" she breathed before uncomfortably shifting position. Her aching crotch was a disaster zone. She'd never been quite this aroused before or since.

"Yes, you are," Traci agreed before grinning again. "Ok… I'm going to gag you now."

"Oh…" Joanne gasped as the heat between her legs suddenly increased. "You're… you're going to gag me now?"

"Of course!" Traci giggled. "You're my prisoner now," she leered, "and I can do what I like with you. You're all mine now!"

"Oooh…" Joanne pretended to shrink away from her. "I'm so… I'm sooo really scared."

"You should be," Traci smirked. "Anyway… which one do you want?" She pointed to the ballgag she'd carried along with the ropes used to bind Joanne. "Or this instead?" Traci delved into the pocket of her jeans where she'd secreted several hankies plus a couple of longer strips of cloth during her earlier trip to the toilet and the adjacent walk in robe beyond where she hid her supplies.

"Which one should I choose?" Joanne asked. She was in a quandary. She liked both -especially the ballgag Traci was holding. It was so… bondagey. All those straps and buckles were positively wicked. But the other one reminded her of the gag the girl had worn in the film.

"You've never been gagged before have you?" Traci mused. "To be honest, I think you'll find this cleave gag much easier. That ballgag's pretty big. Let's see how you go then you can try it out next time."

Joanne nodded. She would've preferred the ballgag but… Traci obviously knew more about the subject than her.

"No worries," Traci smiled. "Ok… open sesame… as they say."

Oh my good. She was about to be bound and gagged… She was acutely aware of the ropes hugging her while she squirmed with intense excitement and longing. Traci was holding everything in one hand and a delicious shiver raced down her spine while she studied the long strip of cloth. The white cloth filled her vision as Traci brought it closer and she obediently opened her mouth to accept her gag.

So this was how a chipmunk felt, Joanne wonderingly mused as Traci pushed one, then another folded hanky in her mouth. Although she wasn't having any trouble handling everything, the hankies were large enough to nicely fill her mouth to the extent her tongue was effectively trapped beneath the weight of the white cloth forced inside. The throbbing, pounding beat of her racing heart was pulsating throughout her body as she eagerly waited for Traci to complete the job. She was tying one knot after another in the very centre of the cloth, forming an elongated egg shaped wad in the middle. At last Traci was done and she instinctively tensed. This was it.

Suddenly the cloth filled her vision again as Traci brought everything downwards before carefully pushing it between her lips. Before she had a chance to react, Traci quickly whipped the ends around behind her neck before twisting and pulling everything tight in one fluid motion. Stunned with the speed and swiftness which she'd been gagged as well as the size and tightness of everything, she instinctively grunted out aloud, "Mmghhm!" but only a muffled, unintelligible gurgle left her mouth.

However, her friend wasn't finished yet. Traci swiftly wrapped the trailing ends around her face again, covering the ball stuffed in her mouth along the way before gently twisting and pulling the opposite ends apart, tightening everything still further in the process. The cloth filling her mouth was being pressed further inwards and she couldn't help groaning into her gag as the cloth not only forced her lips apart but backwards as well. It was really cleaving her mouth in a way she was totally unprepared for. Now she knew why it was called a cleave gag. It was literally splitting her mouth in two. Traci was knotting the trailing ends together as tightly as she could before smiling and retreating. "Woww… Jo… you look so cute!" she beamed.

"Mmmrrggmmppghhh." Surprised and pleased, Joanne tried to reply but all she could manage was another muffled grunt. Oh my God. She couldn't believe how little noise she could make. Her gag was stunningly effective and her stomach churned with excitement as she slowly realised just how truly, seriously helpless she was. There was no way she could untie or ungag herself without help and the knowledge was as exciting as it was scary.

Incredibly, Traci was still far from done. She'd produced another long piece of cloth out of seemingly nowhere which she was folding into a strip some two inches wide. This she carefully positioned over the gag wedged deep within her lips before passing the ends around her head, twisting them around each other and tying everything off. Joanne disbelievingly closed her eyes before inhaling through her nose. Breathing was suddenly much harder although it wasn't insurmountably difficult. Fortunately Traci had only stuffed enough wadding inside her mouth to prevent speech or chewing on the cloth cleaving her lips so she wasn't experiencing any problems with holding everything in place so it wouldn't slip and choke her. The speed which she'd been rendered utterly helpless was stunning and she mutely stared into Traci's laughing eyes while she fussily adjusted the position of her gag. Surely she couldn't be possibly more securely gagged than she already was?

Wrong. Traci's smile was a sun while she happily studied her bound and gagged friend before producing a cream latex swimming cap of the kind worn by serious swimmers and her stomach turned over again. What on earth was… it for? The flat cap looked a bit like an inverted punch bowl with its narrow slightly scalloped brim before widening then narrowing to a round, gleaming dome. A second later she found out. Traci placed the cap over her head before pulling everything forwards and she couldn't help groaning with disbelief as Traci carefully snapped the impossibly smooth, tight-fitting latex into place. There was now no way she would ever dislodge her tightly tied gag. The snug latex saw to that and her head reeled with excitement and fear.

She'd really received her wish – in spades. She'd been hopelessly, helplessly bound and gagged – and it was not with a little shock that Joanne realised that she was enjoying every moment of her 'predicament'. She long fantasised about being captured, tied up hand and foot before being gagged – and it was actually happening to her now. Her dull suburban existence was no longer while she happily strained against her bonds. Her ropes were wonderfully, deliciously tight and she knew without a shadow of doubt that she could neither free herself or call out for help – and it was exactly the way she wanted it.

"No Hollywood gags here," Traci purred. "This is the real thing."

Joanne mutely nodded while her stomach coiled itself into knots with a melange of excitement and fear. Bound and gagged. Oh my God.

"Ok… try and scream," Traci grinned. "Pretend you've really been kidnapped for real and you're trying to get attention. Oh… and by the way… please feel free to yell as loud as you can, don't worry about anyone hearing you because they… won't."

The last three words were truly disturbing and Joanne closed her eyes again before grimacing. Traci was right as usual; nobody would be able to hear a single thing out there. Her old Californian brick bungalow had been built in an era when quality was more important than quantity or cost. Little sound would escape through the heavy brick veneer walls or the double-glazed windows looking out onto the spacious garden beyond. She was occupying a soft couch set in the pleasant, airy family room near the kitchen and dining table. Although the drapes were open, Joanne knew nobody would see her because the high fence and trees strategically placed around her beautiful, sunny back garden prevented anybody seeing inside.

However, she had to make the effort – and she screamed out aloud for all she was worth with one lung-bursting effort before stopping. Only a heavily muffled gurgle had escaped her lips and astonished, she glanced around the quiet room before Traci's loud laughter abruptly shattered the silence. "Well, Jo, it's been a long time since I've heard you this quiet," she chuckled. "Looks like you've bitten off more than you can chew, huh?" she smirked before tut-tutting. "Well, I'll let you chew over that for a while ok?"

The puns were flying thick and fast and Joanne angrily grunted into her gag before pulling against her bonds. She would show Traci a thing or two but… there was no way she could get out. The cords lashing her hands together had been expertly applied and unless she could untie those, she had no chance and she grimaced again before sighing. Even the steely glare she'd fired in the direction of her laughing friend failed to have any effect – how could it with such a thick choking gag stuffed in her mouth and a plastic swimcap pulled over her head?

"Now we'll talk about that Mercedes sports – and your Swiss bank accounts." Traci giggled and Joanne couldn't help laughing. Her friend was funny.

Traci's face was serious again and Joanne tensed. "Anyway… seriously – how are you feeling?" Her voice was infinitely gentle as she caressed her shoulder. "You're not too uncomfortable – or anything?" she asked. "You Ok with your gag as well?"

A relief so vast she almost fainted flooded Joanne before shaking her head in reply. Traci might be a goddam tease but… it was good knowing that her friend would never deliberately hurt or humiliate her. Her gag was fine as well and she happily nodded.

"Terrific," Traci happily replied. She couldn't believe this was happening. She'd bound and gagged her best friend who, by all accounts, was taking to this bondage thing like a duck to water. Thoughtfully she studied Joanne who was wriggling and squirming from one side to another again before sighing. Jo was really getting into this. Her contortions had nothing to do with seeking some nonexistent avenue of escape. Instead Joanne was clearly savouring the look and feel of the bondage she'd just put her into and she gustily exhaled before inhaling. Her chest was unnaturally tight and she grinned again before glancing around. How often had she reacted in exactly the same way after being bound? Bondage wasn't just sexual, it was an emotional thing as well – and Joanne was finding out why it affected her so much.

Joanne was an attractive girl but she'd never seen her look this beautiful. So sexy. Her blue eyes were blazing while she happily "fought" her bonds. They were burning with a fire she'd never seen before and she disbelievingly shook her head. It was a long time since she'd seen her friend this happy and she was pleased for her. She'd detected a recent latent sadness in Jo lately, although it wasn't anything you could place a finger on and so she hadn't pressed the issue. However, Joanne was anything but unhappy now and Traci smiled as the girl energetically strained against her ropes again. Time to slow her down a little. Joanne had spotted her smile and she abruptly stopped struggling as a worried little frown obliterated her radiantly happy features.

Time to slow you down a little," said Traci.

"Grrrmmpph?"

"You'll like this. Honest, I promise." Traci couldn't help smiling as she picked up the last remaining strand of cord.

Joanne couldn't work out what on earth Traci had in mind as the girl abruptly heaved her upwards to an awkward standing position. Her diminutive friend would never win any height awards but there was nothing wrong with her fitness or strength. However her friend's wolfish grin bode ill and she instinctively tensed while the girl began wrapping everything around her pencil slim waist. The cords were going around the slimmest portion of her body and her puzzlement increased as Traci tied a knot in the center of her stomach just above her belly button, before allowing the trailing ends to drop on the floor around her bare feet.

There was something truly, deeply disturbing about the manner they hung downwards but she didn't have time to reflect upon the significance of those ropes before Traci moved around her side, gathering up everything in her hand again along the way. Now she was pushing everything between her bound legs while her brain uncomprehendingly tried to register what was happening. Joanne had a horrible, sneaking suspicion that she knew exactly where those ropes were going but all she could do was mutely stare as Traci pulled the last remaining inches through.

"My, oh my, you are enjoying this aren't you, you randy little minx," Traci teased before gently caressing her swollen, excited sex. "I had no idea you liked being tied up this much!"

Oh noo… Joanne couldn't help blushing hotly before hanging her head. Even if she'd been able to maintain the best of poker faces while she was being tied up, the reaction of her body was a dead giveaway. It was impossible hiding the delicious deep, liquid arousal her tight bonds and gag were generating and she blushed again before looking away.

"Don't worry, it's Ok…' Traci's voice was gentle. "You're not the only one. Join the club. Being tied up makes me feel exactly the same way as well. You know Jo, this is making me so hot as well." She glanced downward. "I'm already wet as well. I just wish we could be tied up together but… Anyway, let's wrap this up, as they say."

Joanne tremulously nodded before peering downwards where the single strand of cord was disappearing between her bound legs. Meanwhile Traci was out of sight after retreating around behind her back. She was working swiftly now, without allowing Joanne anymore time to gather her thoughts while she looped everything between the cords circling her waist, over and between her securely bound wrists before threading the ends back the way they'd come.

"Ok, Jo, ready or not?" Traci suddenly said before pulling the first cord tight. A sudden liquid fire blazed through her privates and she couldn't help shrieking into her tight gag as Traci pulled her crotchrope tight. Joanne felt as though she was dancing over hot coals as Traci carefully pulled the second, parallel strand tight, forcing her bound wrists that much further downwards during the process before looping the last remaining inches around her roped waist and tying a tight, tight series of knots so nothing would slip or loosen. Traci had somehow managed to position everything directly above the entrance to her vagina and she could feel the thin smooth satiny seat of her panties being forced between the lips of her aching, throbbing love canal. The delicious overwhelming pressure her crotchrope was providing was so great she couldn't help swaying before almost falling but Traci, anticipating such a reaction, easily held her.

"I take it you're enjoying this already," Traci dryly commented before adding with a casualness she did not really feel, "It's called a crotchrope – for reasons I'm sure you well understand why."

Oh my God… Joanne couldn't believe that this was happening. Bound, gagged and… crotchroped with the most embarrassingly tight little cords cleaving her aching crotch in two. Where there'd been one beautiful little mound separating her thighs, now there were… two and she coloured again before instinctively pulling against her bonds again before discovering that every movement she made was instantly transmitted to her singing crotchrope and she hurriedly stopped. The insistent, tingling pressure was just too great – and the last thing she wanted was to come there and then in front of Traci. Imagine that. Bringing herself off without her hands. And it was her best friend who'd done all this to her.

Traci was laughing again and she groaned into her gag before colouring again. "Well, I guess that's slowed you down some," she chuckled before giggling again. How was she ever going to see out the rest of the afternoon bound and gagged like this? The sweet agony of her crotchrope was all but unbearable already. She was already being forced to stand that much straighter in order to ease the pressure on her pussy and Joanne suddenly realised Traci's devious intent. Easing the sudden pressure being placed on her shoulders would tighten her crotchrope – and vice versa. It was an absolutely invidious position and there was nothing she could do about it. Traci was lowering her on the couch now and she couldn't help groaning again as the cords cut into her crotch before thankfully flopping on her side against the backrest.

"Feels good, huh?" Traci grinned before leaning down and gently caressing her bare shoulder. "Ok, Joanne… I've kept my side of the bargain and I've tied you up just the way you wanted."

Joanne nodded before happily mewing into her gag.

"Anyway, just so you know what's happening…" Traci continued, "I'm going to leave you here for one hour. That is, I'm not going to untie you until one hour from now, no matter what."

Oh my God… Joanne couldn't believe that this was happening. An hour? Traci wasn't going to untie her for a whole hour? She closed her eyes before wriggling with excitement. Would Traci leave her bound that long? She looked into her friend's eyes and saw the answer there before squirming again. Her unyielding bonds were so deliciously tight! Traci had tied each knot way out of reach as well. In short, she would remain stay bound and gagged whether she liked it or not and the heat between her legs suddenly flared like a torch. Joanne had known Traci long enough to know she always kept her word. She would not change her mind in a month of Sundays and this dependability was one of the things she loved about her friend the most. How ironic. The same reliability was about to ensure she remained Traci's bound and gagged prisoner for God only knew how long.

Traci was speaking again. Her voice was agonisingly calm as she said, "The reason I'm not untying you until at least one hour from now, um… actually let's make that a hour and a half - is because the only way you'll enjoy and savour your bondage is to really experience that wonderful feeling of real, true helplessness and captivity. If I untied you whenever you felt like being untied, just because you feel a little bored or uncomfortable, it won't have anywhere near the same effect."

Joanne hesitantly nodded. She wasn't completely sure what Traci was trying to say although she thought she understood.

"That's why you need to stay bound and gagged until you feel you've had enough, when all you want is to be untied – that's when the true effect will hit you, when you realise that this is real bondage."

Joanne nodded again before grunting into her gag for extra emphasis.

"Remember you've just been burgled. You could be there all night," Traci sternly said. "This is all about restraint, pure and simple. He doesn't want you going anywhere. He wouldn't care how you felt. All he cares is about making sure he's got enough time to get away."

Traci was right. Joanne nodded assent before happily wriggling from one side to another.

"And just so you don't go getting any ideas, I will not untie you just because you feel bored or uncomfortable, whatever. Would your burglar or terrorist? No. Of course not." Traci's smile was wolfish. "You wanted to be tied up so I obliged – which gives me the right to decide how long you stay tied up – which is an hour and a half like I said, or 90 minutes total. No ifs, buts or maybes. Deal?"

Another nod. It was all she could manage. Her stomach was churning again while she thought about being hopelessly, helplessly tied up for the next hour or two. Traci wasn't about to untie her now was she? Certainly not after coming this far. However, strangely enough, she was far from dismayed with the prospect of being forced to stay bound and gagged that long. If anything… it was turning her on like crazy now and she began to understand why Traci had been so insistent she remain bound. It wasn't just the manner which she'd been tied up which was doing it for her. Most of all, there was just something terribly, deeply thrilling knowing that she had no earthly hope of escape – much less release. That psychological element and all that.

"Terrific," Traci beamed. "Well, Jo, like I said, you're going to be tied up for a while," she said. "But it's not all bad news is it? At least you won't have to worry about being bored now you've got your little friend there."

Oh yeah… Joanne thought.

"Nobody ever said I wasn't all heart," Traci giggled. "Anyway… since you're all kinda tied up right now, I wouldn't want you to feel bored or anything like that. Soooo… I'm gunna put a video on you can watch while you're here."

Surprised and grateful that Traci should be thinking of her like this, Joanne wondered what she was going to put on. She was bustling around behind her now. Probably just getting it out of the cupboard or something? Hopefully Lord of the Rings. Fantastic films. They just seemed to get better with each successive release. They'd gone out to see each one on the day of release at the local cinema and Traci had every one on DVD as well – although she still referred to everything as 'videos'. Old habits died hard. Whatever. Joanne remembered her saying something about buying the latest one the other day and she nodded before grunting.

"But guess what?" Traci grinned before appearing again. She was holding a tripod and a… video camera?

"Yes, Joanne, you just got it in one!" Traci said upon spotting her face. "You're gonna be a star. In fact, I think you're just bound to be a star. How about that, Jo? Your very own video starring the one and only lovely Jo-anne!"

Her face was a lobster. At least it felt like one anyway. This… just… wasn't… happening! Far out. She'd only been bound and gagged in her lingerie with a right rope splitting her crotch and crack – and Traci was going to… film everything. This was just getting weirder and weirder. Alice in Wonderland crazy-weird. But there was nothing fake about the expensive Sony video camera Traci was already setting up. Its wide, round eye was already boring into her like a laser and she groaned into her gag before trying to look away.

She couldn't remember feeling this embarrassed – or strangely aroused. Suddenly Joanne realised that she was actually looking forwards to being filmed – and watching herself in action. Traci had almost finished setting up and she instinctively tensed as the girl hooked the TV up to everything.

"Ok… almost done now," Traci chattily said. "You'll be happy to know this little beauty plays – and it records as well. Soooo… you'll have a lovely souvenir to take home." She smiled again before picking up the remote. "Anyway… enough chit-chat for now. Time to get going. I've got a 4-hour tape in here – should be plenty. Anyway… Joanne, ready or not? Yes? Ok… Lights, camera… action!, as they say."

A split second later, the big plasma TV lit up like a lighthouse displaying Joanne in full technicolour glory. Despite the size and tightness of her gag, she couldn't help gasping as the camera zoomed in on her tight, tight crotchrope. Traci was behind the controls and she blushed again as the girl zoomed in on the saturated crotch panel of her undies, exposing every woven inch of the cotton sash cord snugly nestling against her most private bits. The twin mounds of her sex were mountains on the TV with each cord occupying the flooded valley between. However… there was something deeply erotic about the whole performance and Joanne suddenly felt her chest tighten again as Traci suddenly panned away, revealing her wide, round eyes, the thick choking gag wedged between her teeth – and most of all the tight cords circling her body from shoulders to ankles. The ropes were stunningly white against her purple lingerie. She looked so beautiful. So sensual. So sexy. Joanne couldn't understand why the incredible sight of her bound and gagged within an inch of her life was this deeply, powerfully affecting but… there it was. The girl on the screen was staring back in her direction and she badly wanted to laugh before squirming from one side to another like an over-excited little puppy before stopping. The other woman was faithfully copying her every action and she wonderingly stared in her direction before smiling into her gag. This was like nothing else she'd ever experienced during all her life. It was the strangest yet the most exciting moment

Traci was panning in on her crotchrope again. Forgetting her earlier embarrassment, she happily humped against the deliciously tight rope cleaving her aching, tingling cleft before moaning into her gag as the most unbelievable bolt of liquid fire shot outwards before almost consuming her defenceless body. The ropes were forcing the soft silky crotch of her panties between her labia and they were rubbing her in the most sensitive portion of her anatomy. Hurriedly she stopped before groaning again. Just another second longer and she would have… and Joanne felt her face colouring again just as Traci spoke.

"Oh wowww… You're a natural Jo!" Traci's voice was awed. Pleased with her clear admiration, Joanne couldn't help preening. "I mean… I can tell you're really enjoying this. It just shows through so much."

Joanne breathlessly nodded before inwardly sighing. It would've been nice obtaining the sexual relief she already desperately needed but…

"Anyway, I'll leave you to it now. But before I do, I want you to give it the good old college try," Joanne said, "I want you to try as hard as you can to escape. I mean really try. Pretend you've been kidnapped by Iraqi terrorists and your life depends on escaping before they come back for you."

Huh?!? Joanne didn't want to escape. It was the very last thing she had on her mind. She wanted to remain bound and gagged as long as possible. Being tied up was such good fun – not to mention the greatest turn-on ever.

"Don't worry…" Traci's voice was gentle, knowing. "You won't escape. I can guarantee that. But I still want you to try. You'll understand why once you've had a go."

Joanne nodded while her breath quickened. Her heart was a drum while she strained against her bonds. This was it. Traci was about to leave her – helplessly bound and gagged. The thick, tight gag was huge in her mouth and her fear increased.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere," Traci suddenly said. Her voice was surprisingly soft. "I don't like being left alone when I'm tied up either. Anything could go wrong you know? Any problems, just yell and I'll come over straightaway, ok?"

Suddenly Joanne felt much better and her anxiety abruptly eased. Everything was going to be OK after all. She wouldn't die here – or anything.

"Anyway, I'll be right over there." Traci nodded in the direction of the dining table. "I've gotta do my tax return so I guess this is as good a time as any. Sexy stuff, huh?" she laughed before adding, "You could say I'll be all tied up as well – although not quite as much fun." She pursed her lips before gustily exhaling. "Anyway… I'll leave you to it now, alligator. Enjoy, ok?"

A second later, before she had a chance to react, Traci disappeared from view, leaving Joanne bound and gagged alone on the couch. Not entirely. The unblinking fish eye of the camera lens was focused upon her and she couldn't resist hamming it up for its benefit before catching her breath again. That lovely girl who'd been so tightly bound hand and foot on the TV was her and she closed her eyes before sighing again. At last she was that same beautiful damsel in distress she'd seen in 'Bound' all that time ago. She'd really been tied up, tied up as in bound and gagged just like those girls in that film and she squeezed her eyes shut again before happily savouring the incomparable kiss of her bonds. Traci was right. Being tied up was a bit like being hugged all over. The constriction of the ropes squeezing her wrists, ankles and arms together was such a heavenly sensation she almost passed out from the sheer unbelievable pleasure that they were providing. This was just so good. She remembered Traci saying, 'Being tied up is the best thing in the world.' Perhaps there really was something to this bondage thing after all.

Suddenly Joanne belatedly remembered that she was supposed to be trying to escape instead of wriggling around like a hooked worm and she closed her eyes again. She'd been grabbed, abducted and tied up by a group of Al Qaeda terrorists who'd seen her watching them planting that bomb in the basement of the Rialto Building. She just had to escape or she would be vaporized in the explosion when the explosive device they'd set in the van detonated and she shivered with delicious terror. Bound, gagged and no hope of escape. Joanne rolled from one side to another like a log but the sudden exertion only caused her bonds to tighten – or so it seemed. Fifteen minutes left. She had to hurry up. Think girl, think.

Everything began and ended with the ropes circling her wrists. Unfortunately they'd been cinched tight enough to prevent her wriggling out of anything and she quickly discarded this option. The only way she was gonna escape was find the knots which her cruel captors had tied with such care and skill. There was only one hitch – they'd been tied between her bound wrists as far away from her questing fingers as possible – and every knot had been tied brutally tight so unpicking each one wouldn't be easy. They'd even tied a rope between her legs before looping everything around her bound wrists and those cords just further complicated everything. Apart from removing the leverage she needed, they also partially covered the vital knots she was desperately seeking. She had to try though. Make the effort.

Joanne was unaware of the video faithfully recording every moment of her escape attempt while she focused on locating and untying those knots. Suddenly her tight bonds were the sole center of her existence while she vainly tried to reach around her wrists. However her hands had been too tightly and expertly tied together for any such approach to work. There wasn't even any slack in her bonds. The harder she tried, the more the ropes cut into the soft flesh of her wrists and she peremptorily abandoned this route before thinking about what to do. There was another additional consideration she hadn't thought about – her crotchrope. She'd been pulling on everything during her abortive escape attempt and it was seesawing against her aching, tingling privates. Her tush was thrumming like one of the butterfly vibrators she enjoyed using between boyfriends and a loud moan escaped her gag. Despite her predicament, she couldn't help giggling. Perhaps this was why Traci had ensured she was so securely gagged. It cut down on all the noise she would otherwise make…

Oh well. Joanne stared in the direction of the TV. The girl facing her was lying on her side and she noticed the ropes surrounding her arms and partially exposed breasts. Her bra had been partially pulled down, exposing the smooth creamy skin of one breast – and the rock-hard dark brown nipple proudly perched aloft everything. Even her shrunken areolae was dark with excitement. However, this latest indignity hardly registered while she thoughtfully studied the tight cords. If only she could do something about those… They were preventing her from obtaining any leverage. If she could somehow loosen or even discard those ropes, then she might have a better chance of doing something about her hands. It was a long shot what with her crotchrope pulling her wrists hard up against her bum but Joanne knew she had to explore every avenue before satisfying herself that escape really was impossible. That bomb was about to go off any moment as well and it spurred her on.

She strained and heaved against her bonds but nothing so much as budged or shifted and she cursed herself for asking Traci to tie everything tighter. The cords were cleaving the soft flesh of her arms although they didn't hurt or anything though. It was increasingly obvious this approach was destined to fail although it was fun trying. Perhaps she could try shrugging everything off and Joanne tried pulling her hands upwards but the cords tied between her crotch suddenly, painfully tightened and she groaned again. The sweet agony of her crotchrope was almost unbearable. How she understood why Traci had gone to so much trouble creating this rope harness – or whatever one called it. The cords looped over her shoulders were preventing anything from slipping downwards – or upwards. She couldn't pull the ropes tied below her breasts upwards because they'd been wedged beneath each one. The second parallel band of rope was similarly being prevented from sliding downwards by the swell of her breasts as well as the ropes twisted around them during the construction of the harness. No baby harness was ever this secure – or erotic and she couldn't help sighing with pleasure while she happily studied her bonds.

Simple but oh so effective. Every rope had a function – and each linked up as a united whole to prevent her obtaining the leverage she needed for untying herself.

Joanne closed her eyes before thinking. She wasn't prepared to give up yet although her situation was growing increasingly hopeless with the passage of each second. Her legs… They'd been securely bound together just above her knees as well as her ankles. If she could reach the knots there, untying them would be relatively easy. Then she would be free to go find a knife or something like that and cut herself free. Excitement filled her heart while she contemplated the delicious possibility of escaping and totally upstaging Traci. Hurriedly she folded her legs as far backwards as they would go. It wasn't easy with the rope tied around her knees but eventually she just managed to reach her ankles before frantically feeling for the cords tied around them. Her crotchrope was really burrowing deeply into her privates and blocking out the rush of ecstasy was almost impossible while she searched for the one elusive weak link which would lead to her freedom. The strain was so great she couldn't hold the position for long and she quickly gave up before stertorously inhaling through her nose. This was harder work than she expected and she mutely gazed in the direction of the TV before stiffening. The knots were there all right – but a keen student of anatomy, the ever-attentive Traci had tied them on the outside of her ankles before tucking the ends between them and she despairingly closed her eyes again. No mistakes there. Clever, clever Traci. She'd anticipated such a move and located every knot where she would never reach everything during a month of trying.

Hmmm… Joanne chewed on her the cloth wedged between her lips. It was already saturated with saliva and she grimaced before taking stock. She'd been tied up without any hope of escape or release. Her choice was as simple as it was stark. Give up or… die. The seconds were ticking away and she squirmed again with delicious terror. Bound, gagged and totally helpless. Not quite… She didn't have to take this lying down did she? Joanne grinned into her gag. Traci had told her to escape and so she would.

She hurriedly hauled herself upwards while the camera dispassionately watched before blowing like a grampus as she finally jerked herself upright with one last massive heave. It was amazing how difficult achieving something as simple as getting up, much less standing with both hands tied behind your back and a crotchrope splitting your crack. Even so. This was so much fun though. She hadn't enjoyed herself this much for ages.

Eventually she caught her breath before glancing around. Traci was hunched down over her tax and she was busily tapping away on a small calculator. Fortunately the kitchen wasn't far away and it was carpet almost all the way – although she had to pass the girl on the way to the small galley-style kitchen. Fortunately Traci was facing the other way, occasionally glancing out the window before returning to the red tape tying her up for the afternoon. She could use the benches to support herself while she hunted down a knife. Joanne had been here so often she knew where everything was kept. Getting there was the hard bit though.

Joanne had no idea how she was going to stand with her legs tied together with her hands out of action as well. However, she had to try. Make the effort or die without trying. At least she would know she'd given it her very best shot. Deep breath… Here goes… She awkwardly heaved herself upwards before unsteadily standing like a new-born foal. Even standing, normally something one accomplished without thought became a major exercise whilst bound hand and foot and for the first time she understood the real, true meaning of 'restraint'. She was almost as helpless as a baby. However she'd made it up without falling and she silently cheered herself for accomplishing this much. Balancing actually wasn't as hard as she'd thought it would be and for the first time, Joanne thought she might have a chance of pulling this off. Just take everything nice and slow and she would get there. Eventually.

At least she had the soft couch to cushion her fall if she overbalanced or slipped up and she gathered herself before tentatively shuffling forwards. Yeessss… Joanne wanted to cheer. She could do this! Just take everything nice and show… The words were a mantra as she kangaroo-hopped forward again. Her confidence was rising with each hop. As long as she didn't over-do it, she would be fine. If anything, her gait was somewhere between a shuffle and a hop. Good. The soft nylon carpet was effectively cushioning everything and she grinned into her gag before leaving the sanctuary of the settee. She'd always enjoyed a good challenge and this was one to relish. The prize awaiting her was such a tantalising one she almost forgot the sweet agony of her crotchrope which she was pulling all the way up her crack with each hop.

A metre became two then three and she halted before blowing outwards through her nose like a hippopotamus. This was hard work. However, she was almost halfway and Traci hadn't even looked up. For the first time, Joanne cheered the complexity of Australia's ridiculous taxation laws before hunching her shoulders and inching forwards.

"Well, well, well… What have we here?" Traci's voice was vastly amused and Joanne groaned into her gag before slumping. Her escape attempt had failed and it wasn't a good feeling. "And where might you be going now?" Traci giggled while she studied her bound and gagged friend. "Surely you weren't thinking about… escaping?" Traci chortled before taking her arm.

Joanne sighed before glancing in the direction of her bound feet. It'd been a long shot but at least she'd had a go.

"Wowww… you've certainly got spirit haven't you?" Traci smiled. "When I said try to escape, I never expected you to take everything that literally. Think you're some kind of escape artist or something do we? Like Baylea Kensington huh?"

Joanne smiled into her gag. She'd heard of Baylea. The master illusionist and escape artist or something like that. If only she hadn't been so tightly gagged though. Otherwise she would… What would Traci know about the art of escape anyway? Her friend never even tried and she stared challengingly into her eyes.

Guessing the direction of her thoughts Traci laughed. "Perish the thought. I'm into bondage, not escape. Anyway, who needs to worry about it anyway? I'm never going to be in a situation where I really have to escape for real."

Famous last words, Joanne thought. She'd been around long enough to learn to expect the unexpected. What if… they got burgled for real? Unlikely though. Joanne's house was locked up tighter than Fort Knox. Every door was deadlocked. Nobody could get in or out without the right keys. They were 100% safe here. Even so. Joanne was probably right. Nobody was going to come bursting in looking for secret papers (with the possible exception of the roving goons from the Tax Office but as Traci was only an ordinary PAYE taxpayer, this was unlikely either) Nothing would happen and she reluctantly nodded.

"Well Joanne… you've had your fun," Traci smiled. "I guess it's time to slow you down again."

Yeah… Joanne nodded again before wondering how Traci was going to go about securing her this time so she really couldn't escape. This escaping business was fun and all that but…

"I'm guessing that's what you really want?" Traci smiled again and she carefully inclined her head in agreement.

"Don't worry, you won't be going anywhere," Traci cheerfully replied as she led Joanne back to the couch before helping her lie down again. "I'm going to tie you up but good since that's what you obviously want so much. Besides a girl's gotta get some peace around here – and I really have to finish off doing this stupid tax as well." She glanced around before smiling. There was still some rope lying around where she'd left it.

"First things first," Traci said before splitting and doubling the first length in two, we'll just take care of your arms… Like so…" Grinning like someone who'd just scooped everything on one spin of the roulette wheel, she wrapped the cords around her slim waist just above the ropes already circling everything. While Joanne incredulously watched, Traci swiftly wrapped the ropes around and around her waist – as well as her slim wrists, securely pinioning everything against her back before cinching everything tight so nothing would slip. The last remaining inches, she ran from the middle of her waist after somehow attaching everything to her crotchrope, all the way up to the cords circling her breasts and tying another series of tight knots where she could hardly see much less reach anything.

"Ok…" Traci mused before smiling. "I think that'll take care of your arms."

Joanne peered downwards before nodding. She'd never dreamt that being this tightly and inescapably bound was possible – and she hoped that Traci would keep going.

Conversationally, "Ok… I'm going to hogtie you now."

Huh?!? Joanne had no idea what a "hogtie" was. It didn't sound good though.

"You don't know what a hogtie is?" Traci giggled while she sorted out the cord. "It's when you your hands are tied to your feet. That's how they used to tie up pigs before taking them to market – in other words, 'hog-tied' - get it?"

Oh my God… Joanne swallowed. She was going to be tied up like a… pig.

She could feel Traci attaching everything to her ankles and she couldn't help shivering with excitement. She was really going to be tied up now. Suddenly Joanne felt her legs being folded backwards in on themselves and she gasped before squirming. The ropes around her knees already felt much tighter while Traci continued pushing everything backwards. Traci was looping the cords around the inverted 'T' of her harness just above her elbows and she instinctively tensed while Traci took the last remaining inches of slack out of everything before pulling on her ropes with an authoritative firmness which spoke volumes about the difficulty of escaping. Joanne couldn't help sighing with contentment and pleasure as everything suddenly, magically tightened. This was real bondage wasn't it? Bondage of the kind where escape was totally, utterly impossible when she had to rely on the goodwill of her captor for release – and she knew that freedom was suddenly further away than ever. Traci wouldn't untie her no matter what and as if underlining this fact, the girl passed everything back between her bound ankles before pulling hard. Her bound ankles were only centimetres away from her knicker-covered ass.

Traci was all business now. Her friend didn't hesitate or pause as she threaded the ropes between her wrists before passing everything around her ankles again. There was only a couple of feet left and Traci swiftly looped the cords around the increasingly Gordian tangle of rope just below her shoulder blades before yanking everything tight. Traci was wrapping and knotting the last remaining inches of cord around everything before completing her hogtie with an increasingly tight series of knots, all located far, far out of reach of her bound hands.

"There…" Traci chuckled after happily inspecting her handiwork. "I don't think you'll be getting up to any mischief for a while."

It was precisely this moment Joanne realised that all hope was lost, that she would never be able to escape no matter how hard she tried and her throat constricted with an excitement so great she could hardly breathe. Not only had she been quite helplessly tied up as well as thoroughly gagged, she'd also been hog-tied and this above all else underlined the impossibility of escape. She definitely wouldn't be going anywhere. The way she'd been bound ensured that and her excitement increased again as she happily strained against her bonds which sympathetically tightened before imperceptibly loosening. Even her crotchrope felt that much tighter and she hurriedly bit down on her gag so Traci wouldn't notice how much this was really all affecting her.

She disbelievingly shook her head before moaning again. There was no way that she could avoid the unrelenting delicious, spine-tingling sweet caress of her crotchrope. Before she'd had some chance of relieving the almost intolerable pressure of these most strategically placed cords but the way she'd been bound, it was impossible now. It was the first time she'd ever been… masturbated by such an inanimate object and it was all just somewhat overwhelming.

"Well, I can see you're enjoying yourself already," Traci suddenly said before sitting down alongside Joanne where she was lying half on her side. She'd somehow wriggled around before facing the TV again. Jo's crotchrope was shyly peeking out of its hidey-hole between her thighs and she stared downward before gripping the cords and gently pulling on it. An agonised wail not even the tightness of Joanne's gag could conceal suddenly erupted from her mouth and she grinned.

"Feels good huh?" she chuckled before smiling and tugging her crotchrope again. "Anyway, perhaps I should just leave you to it and all that. Wouldn't want to be a spoilsport and spoil your fun."

Joanne's eyes were very wide above her gag and grinned before caressing her shoulder. "Please don't feel embarrassed about anything ok? What you're experiencing is very normal. Being tied up always makes me so horny as well. "Anyway…" Traci consulted the nearby clock. "I hate saying this but… don't go away will you? …while I go finish off my tax. I'll be back in an hour and a half or so to untie you. Cheerio."

Suddenly Traci left and she was 'alone' again with only her bonds – and crotchrope for company.

Joanne couldn't believe she'd been tied up like this. It felt so beautiful and she carefully closed her eyes before happily soaking up the incredible tactile feel of her bondage like a sponge. She'd noticed that each set of ropes automatically gripped her body that much more tightly whenever she flexed her muscles and she did so again, savouring the sudden constriction around her bound wrists and ankles before luxuriously squirming around from one side to another.

The ropes were her lovers and they were skilfully playing with her body as if it was a violin, leading Joanne onwards to the climax. It was no matter a matter of 'if'; rather it'd become 'when'. No matter which way she squirmed or moved, her maddening crotchrope simply would not shift. Escaping its sweet caress was impossible and she resigned herself to the inevitable. It wasn't tight enough to hurt – or anything like that; rather it was just the opposite. If anything, it felt wonderfully snug – too snug and Joanne moaned again while she hesitantly pulled against her bonds. Traci had managed to pull it right between her crotch in such a way it perfectly bisected her cleft where there was no way any amount of struggling would ever work it loose.

The manner which she'd been bound was further complicating matters. Every movement no matter how slight was instantly transmitted to her thrumming, vibrating crotchrope and it was the sweetest agony she'd ever experienced. The soft, smooth satin of her undies offered absolutely no protection whatsoever and she couldn't help crying out as another bolt of electricity shot throughout her tingling body.

The sudden, deep ache invading her vagina was all too familiar and Joanne flinched before blushing again. She was going to come, she was about to come – right in front of a bloody camera recording the moment for posterity – and there wasn't anything she could do about preventing the inevitable. Her crotchrope simply wouldn't let her. It'd been too securely tied and she couldn't help groaning again before vainly trying to shift it but with her hands so tightly tied together, achieving anything of the sort was out of the question. Now she knew why Traci had lashed her already well bound hands against her back as well. Her bondage was a fiendish work of art, each cord artfully placed where they would inflict maximum damage. Although the manner which she'd been tied up effectively prevented mobility of the kind she'd enjoyed earlier, it also wouldn't allow her to remain completely still. She was constantly in motion to relieve the discomfort of her bonds upon one portion of her body whilst simultaneously placing more pressure upon another – and everything she shifted position, her crotchrope let her know all about it.

The constant, delicious tingly pressure upon her vagina was the defining element of her bondage and Joanne groaned into her gag again as the heat between her legs abruptly increased before experimentally humping her crotchrope. If one couldn't fight them… then… She'd just discovered that grinding her hips against the cords cleaving her cleft in a bizarre parody of the love act vastly increased the already unbelievable stimulation she was already receiving.

Obtaining the sexual relief she needed above all else had suddenly become the overwhelming objective, overruling every rational thought. Uncaring, unheeding of the voyeuristic lens of the camera watching her performance, Joanne began bucking against her bonds again. All she cared about was the reward tantalisingly lying within reach. So near yet so far. She instinctively increased the tempo, humping the ropes massaging her crotch with her hips with increasing urgency as the unbearable tingling, thrumming soared to unbelievable heights.

Joanne was being hugged from head to toe while the tight cords gripped her harder and harder as she humped her crotchrope with increasing desperation. More than ever she felt as if she was flying while she continued straining against her bonds. She was on autopilot now while the tingling soared out of control. Her crotch was a tuning fork and it was vibrating like mad. She desperately bit down on her gag before pulling harder against the ropes masturbating her clit. This was awful yet impossibly wonderful at the same time. Joanne knew that there was no way she could hold out much longer. In some ways this was worse than being tickled.

Her bondage was all while the world spun around her head. Joanne was distantly aware that she was making enough noise to waken the dead but she was long past caring, long past embarrassment because all she could think about was coming, about the climax her body, mind and soul demanded and craved like a drug.

Suddenly the symphony below rose to a deafening crescendo and she cried out aloud into her gag as the heavenly release she sought approached with an uncontrollable, unstoppable force. Her love canal was a bubbling, volcano and it was… Oh my God… Her whole body was on fire now as the great heat spread outwards, consuming everything in its path. Joanne exploded with a force, which left her seeing a million multi-hued stars while she screamed with sheer pleasure and unbridled joy mingled with blessed relief as her body shook in the throes of one unbelievable, prolonged orgasm, swiftly followed by another. Almost immediately a great peace stole over her exhausted body while the last of her bubbling, flowing juices drained outwards, extinguishing the last of the fires burning deep within her belly, saturating her panties before soaking into the soft cotton fabric of the couch below her.

Joanne disbelievingly shook her head before inhaling. Unbelievable. Although she was no blushing vestal virgin, it'd been an orgasm she would remember and savour all her life – and she'd achieved everything without the aid of a good hard cock or her hands. She also couldn't recall ever being this… spaced out while she came and came and… It was the first time the earth had moved whilst enjoying sex as well. Not one of her previous lovers had ever accomplished what two strands of rope buried between her legs had just achieved and she sighing again before dreamily straining against her protective bonds again.

It'd been so long since she'd ever felt this… satisfied, this good… and Joanne couldn't help hoping it wouldn't be long before she received another opportunity like the last one. Most of her lovers hadn't ever been anything like this. They'd been gentle and considerate to the point of being infuriating. Never before she'd ever been taken quite like this. Mmmm… Joanne thoughtfully nodded before glancing around.

She would have to ask Traci if she could tie her up tighter next time and she grimaced before flushing. What would Traci say when she found out how badly she wanted to be tied up again and again…? Mmm… It wasn't hard figuring out the seductive, totally addictive appeal of such tight, inescapable, unbearably erotic rope bondage. Anything capable of making her feel this wonderful more than had to have something going for it. More than ever, now the sexual tension had dissipated, Joanne felt as if she was being tenderly caressed and held all over – and it was a blissfully good feeling. Naturally loving and affectionate, she enjoyed the safety and security of her man's arms after making love and this was almost exactly similar. The immense, almost overwhelming release that being this securely bound and gagged provided as well was amazing.

She was physically incapable of doing anything, ergo, all she could do was relax and wait until she was untied. The cares and worries of a largely hostile world had all but vanished like a desert mirage while she happily allowed her bondage to assume control of her life. Her head was spinning again and she was having trouble focusing while she continued savouring the sensual touch of her bonds. So strange… She'd just been totally immobilised in the most unimaginable way but… Joanne couldn't remember ever feeling this… free. The stress and worry of daily life was gone now. Her bondage was all and Joanne found herself slipping ever further and further under while she floated along in a world of all her own where nothing else existed. The ropes were the sole focus of her existence while she continued floating away in a plane of altered consciousness where nothing could touch her.

"Jo? Joo-anne?"

Huh? Joanne groggily glanced around before instinctively stretching outwards, Something was gripping her body with the strength of a giant fist and it wasn't letting go. Her jaws were aching as well and Joanne almost panicked before realising that she'd been bound and… gagged. Oh my God… Traci. Smiling. Suddenly her head cleared and she stared into her friend's face. She'd been tied up and gagged. But… what? How? Why?

Confused and disoriented, she wildly glanced around before a reassuring hand on her shoulder calmed her.

"Hello Jo…" Traci giggled. "You were very far away there."

Yeah… Joanne nodded before blushing. How long had she been tied up like this anyway?

Traci's voice was awed. "You've been tied up for almost two hours now. I just can't believe you fell as asleep as well – so I decided to leave you a little while longer. Talk about waking Sleeping Beauty and all that. Anyway… how are you? You OK?"

Joanne hesitantly nodded before sighing. Traci was going to untie her now and she couldn't help feeling slightly bereft now her adventure was all but over.

"Terrific…" Traci smiled before glancing downwards. "Did you… Oh my word… I see someone's been enjoying themselves while I was all tied up with my stupid tax."

Oh no… Joanne closed her eyes before colouring. Her face was burning and she hurriedly glanced away. She'd forgotten about the calling card she'd left on the couch as a souvenir of her first bondage. She'd climaxed oh what? A dozen times? She had no idea. All Joanne remembered was coming with a violence which emptied her body like a wineskin leaving her limp and drained afterwards.

"Well. Perhaps I should leave you here a little longer," Traci teased, "because you obviously love being tied up so much, you kinky, horny randy little thing, you."

Joanne blushed again before hanging her head. Traci knew her better than she knew herself. Of course her reaction had kinda given the game away – hadn't it? She couldn't think of anything she wanted more either – and Traci also knew as much as well. On the other hand… it would be nice being able to move freely again. Her arms and legs were stiff and sore after being bound together for so long. It wasn't that anything actually hurt as such – but the discomfort was very real – and she couldn't help quailing. Knowing Traci, she could and would leave her bound and gagged – after all, she'd made it fairly clear how much she enjoyed being tied up.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Traci giggled.

Suddenly, much to her disbelieving surprise, Joanne found herself nodding.

"I thought so," Traci smiled before leaning down and sitting by her side. "I know the feeling as well but… Sorry but no. I think you've had enough for one day. I want this to be fun for you so I'm untying you now whether you like it or not."

Surprised and disappointed, Joanne reluctantly nodded although she couldn't help feeling relieved at the same time that Joanne hadn't been as obliging as she would've liked. God knows how long she could've been left here for.

"Don't worry, honey," Traci smiled before gently ruffling her hair. "I'll tie you up again later – that's a promise but I think we could do with a rest right now. How does that sound?"

Damn that gag! It was so tight! She grunted assent before enthusiastically nodding. Hopefully it wouldn't be long before she was bound and gagged again.