Bonds of Love 3 | rope bondage story | tied, bound, ball gag

"That was funny…" Sureerat giggled. Each little cameo was all she had left of Andy and she jealously guarded every one.

Each memory that she held was a diamond and infinitely more precious than the stone that she would never wear around her finger. It hurt, it bloody hurt and she found herself thinking about their relationship after the magic of that one long, hot Sunday afternoon.

Unsurprisingly, she had to wait until almost eight before being untied. Eight hours.

Sureerat disbelievingly shook her head after thinking about the length of time that she'd remained helplessly bound. Despite the forced inactivity she'd endured, she could not recall ever feeling bored throughout. They were the best eight hours of her life. Subtly teasing Andy throughout, playing on the way he got off upon seeing her bound and gagged was great fun and it was an experience that taught her she was capable of exerting almost as much control over him as if she'd been left unbound. It was not all a one way street and it was a very valuable lesson she would appreciate much later. Most of all, her bonds were all; they'd talked to her, held and caressed her with a lover's touch and she remembered feeling positively bereft after being untied.

"Dearest Andy…" Sureerat sighed. Their tying up games really took off from that point and she rarely felt anything but bereft after the ropes inevitably had to come off. Andy always bought his bag of tricks whenever he came around and she invariably spent the remainder of the day tightly bound and gagged between making out. Simply being tied up was nowhere near enough, she had to be gagged as well and Andy always happily obliged with a variety of tight, mouth-filling gags that always kept her quiet. But the very best of all was when he tied her up before lying alongside and kissing each other for seemingly hours without hardly a break before being gagged when he decided it was time to get some study out of the way.

The memory of the gags Andy used on her produced a wan smile. She remembered the special ball gag that Andy had made for her one warm day. Although she loved having her mouth packed full of cloth before another, longer strip of cloth was tied between her drawn back lips, there was something deeply visceral about a large ball being shoved in her mouth and held there. Eventually, it supplanted cloth as her favourite gag. Sureerat wanted to laugh. She'd worn her ball gag so often that she'd lost count of the hours that it'd spent strapped within her mouth. Andy used to say she was a baby and it was her dummy.

Sometimes, she could help wondering what happened to her beloved old gag. It had gone missing around the time she moved out of home and that was that. Sureerat sadly shook her head before sighing yet again and she grimaced. It was not good sighing all the time but… There wasn't a lot to be happy about these days and another painful stab of loneliness penetrated her aching heart, which she impatiently pushed away before thinking about the circumstances leading up to the manufacture of that gag.

Like many other inspired ideas or inventions that helped humanity advance a little further with the passing of every year, the creation of her gag stemmed from a lucky find in a petshop and a little lateral thinking.

"Hi Sureerat," Andy smiled before kissing her. "How are you today?"

"I'm fine thanks," she smiled while her heart leapt upon spotting the familiar bag containing everything they would need for the day. Suddenly, she noticed a small, bouncy ball that Andy was casually bouncing up and down before easily catching it. "What's that for?" she asked.

"I bought it for your dog," Andy smiled. "I was having a look around a small petshop along the way here and when I saw it, I couldn't help thinking what a great present it would make."

"Oh thanks," Sureerat beamed. "Can I have a look?"

"Sure," Andy smiled before casually tossing it over.

"Hey!" Sureerat giggled after hurriedly flinging up her arms to catch it. The glossy red ball was surprisingly bouncy and she curiously examined it. It would make a perfect toy for her dog and she was delighted with Andy's thoughtfulness. However, the rubber ball was quite large, perhaps two inches in diameter and Sureerat was not sure if it would be able to pick it up so she idly popped it in her mouth to see what it felt like.

The ball was much larger than she thought it would be and she had to open her mouth wide before pushing it between her teeth. It was a surprisingly snug fit and it also quite effectively stifled any speech. In fact, she couldn't say anything at all because the thing depressed her tongue downwards just like the spatula thingy the dentist used to push it out of the way when examining her teeth. Surprised, she experimentally tried to say something but all that escaped her mouth was a indistinct gurgle that could have meant anything. "Hmmm-mmm…"

Andy's face was extremely thoughtful. Thoroughly intrigued, she curiously questioned his interest with a tentative "Mmmhmmm?" Her privates were tingling with an indefinable excitement and she couldn't understand why. It was only a ball after all, although she liked the way it so thoroughly filled her mouth. It reminded Sureerat of the gags that Andy loved stuffing in her mouth after tying her up.

""I was thinking…" Andy slowly began and she impatiently waited for him to continue. "…what a great gag it would make."

"MmhhmMMMM!" Sureerat exclaimed before hurriedly pulling the ball out with her fingers. "That's a great idea! Andy, you are a marvel!"

Pleased, Andy could not help preening like a peacock. "Yeah well, it was just an idea I had."

"I love it," Sureerat giggled while she studied the glowing ball sitting between her fingers. There was only one problem though – how was she going to make sure that it stayed put? Despite the size of the ball, pushing it out with her tongue would be too easy. "But how do we go about using it to gag me?"

"Hmmm." Andy thought for a moment while he absentmindedly studied the decorated belt holding Sureerat's skirt around her waist. "I have an idea…"

"What?" Sureerat impatiently asked.

"Patience," Andy smiled. "Let me think."

"Ok, ok," she sighed. "But hurry up please."

"Did you know that patience is a virtue?" Andy sarcastically replied. "And I always thought you were such a virtuous person."

"Yeah, yeah." Sureerat giggled while she hugged herself with excitement. "Thanks for telling me. I really needed to know that."

"It's a pleasure," Andy smiled before musing, "I think I know what we could do…"

"Wha-," Sureerat began before biting her lip and stopping. However, she couldn't contain herself. "Tell me – please," she wheedled.

"I was thinking that if we drilled a hole though the center then I could pass something through then I could tie it around your neck. That way it would stay there and you wouldn't be able to push it out."

"Sounds good," Sureerat breathed. Suddenly giggly, "I'll just use my hands instead."

"I think we'll have to do something about that."

"Like?" Sureerat giggled while her chest tightened with an excitement so great she could hardly breathe.

"Like I'll tie your hands behind your back before we do anything else," Andy happily replied.

"You wouldn't dare," she challengingly said.

"Yes, I would."

"No!' she gasped.

"I think we'll start right now," Andy smiled. "Pass the rope over please."

"No, no, it's not necessary!" she giggled before edging away from Andy and the bag. It was a game she loved playing. The more loudly she complained about being tied up, the greater the certainty she would end up bound one way or another.

Suddenly Andy's hand snaked out before catching and gripping her tiny wrist. "Not so fast… Where do you think you're going?"

"Nowhere!" Sureerat giggled while she vainly tried to twist away from his grip but it only tightened like the coils of a python crushing its prey.

"Of course not, you aren't going anywhere," Andy agreed while he drew a coil of rope out the bag.

"Aawww, don't you trust me?" Sureerat complained while she began undressing. She could hardly wait to begin.

"Gotta make sure your hands don't go a wandering…"

"I suppose so," Sureerat sighed. She knew her act wasn't fooling anybody, least of all Andy. He could see how excited she was. Her body was betraying her as usual. She was naked now and her nipples were hard with tingly excitement. Andy was watching them swelling like the bread the servants cooked in the kitchens during the week. "Ok, go ahead, tie me up if you have to."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," Andy grinned. "Then I'll make your gag without any interruptions." He paused before adding, "After I finish making it, you'll wear it all afternoon."

"If you say so," she giggled. "Ok, tie me up now." Before Andy had time to react, she turned around before happily crossing her wrists over each other to indicate she was ready. Was she ever! She was always ready to be tied up.

Sureerat could not help shivering with an acute, tingly pleasure that made each hair stand on end while each strand of cord looped around her wrists before tightening. It was the best bit about being tied up as far as she was concerned. After lashing her wrists together and knotting everything out of reach, Andy began doing her arms just above the elbows.

"That's too tight," Sureerat moaned. "It hurts."

Suddenly, Andy pulled harder on the rope until her elbows met and she could not help sighing with pleasure. Being tied tight like this felt so nice. By now, Andy had all her codewords down pat. Every time they met, he seemed to tie her tighter. She loved it when Andy tied her arms so tightly together that each elbow actually met. They felt as though they'd been welded together and it was a sensation she adored. It always made her feel doubly, triply helpless.

Andy's thing was harder than ever while he tied a rope between her legs and she badly wanted to laugh. It always had that effect upon him and she squirmed with pleasure and longing, aware that he would be enjoying the show every bit as much as she loved the way it rubbed her aching pussy. Despite her sudden helplessness, showing off for Andy always made her feel strangely powerful. He couldn't take his eyes off each tight strand of rope shyly peeking out between the furry bush protecting her private bits!

After wrapping still more rope around her body and arms, Andy gently took Sureerat in his arms and she melted into his embrace before raising her lips until they met his for a kiss that left her trembling and weak kneed. Her vagina was a hot, sticky mess and she wished that Andy would provide the relief she already needed.

However, he had other ideas.

After breaking off their kiss, Andy attached another rope to the 'T' junction of her crotchrope before gently pulling on it.

Sureerat couldn't believe what Andy was doing and she instinctively resisted but the rope bit into her cleft with such insistent force she had no choice but to follow.

Sureerat gigglingly allowed Andy to lead her down the winding garden path before reaching the secluded shed tucked away beneath the high rear wall. It was the place where the gardeners and various handymen who worked on the sprawling Vilaijaroentrakul estate kept their tools and equipment. She could not believe that Andy was taking her down here without a stitch of clothing, whilst tied up with a rope splitting her legs. It rubbed against her aching, tingling crotch with every step she took and Sureerat felt as though she was walking on eggshells while she gingerly stumbled along behind Andy who was leading a fast pace down the neatly paved path. Every time she so much as lagged by a centimetre, it jerked on the unique leash Andy was using and it sympathetically tightened the rope between her legs.

Suddenly, the shed loomed into view and she smiled. When she was younger, she'd enjoyed spending half her spare time exploring the magical treasure trove of the Aladdin's Cave where the family kept all their old junk between watching the carpenter working on the various projects that the regular maintenance of the house and house demanded. The huge shed was well equipped with a long workbench as well as practically every tool required for completing the variety of jobs they were called upon to complete every month. Sureerat knew how every single one worked thanks to the friendly tuition of the people who called it 'home' during the week. They'd enjoyed having her down here, not least because of her smile and winning ways. Therefore she was not surprised that Andy was taking her down here, despite her amazement with the way she found herself helplessly bound. Andy would have no problem making the gag with the stuff they kept on hand. He was good with his hands – his woodwork or leather projects always won prizes at school.

Sureerat could hardly wait to see what he came up with here.

Thinking about the special gag about to be used on her mouth was making her wetter than ever but she was too embarrassed to mention as much. Although Andy knew perfectly well the effect being bound and gagged had upon her, it wasn't something she felt comfortable talking about. It was wrong and she dealt with the problem by blocking it out her mind.

However, the right or wrong of the situation was the last thing on her mind while she breathlessly watched Andy studying the red orb as if it was the largest diamond in the world instead of a 50 rupiah ball. "What are you going to do?" she asked.

Andy smiled before facing her. "I was thinking I might drill a hole through the center then I'll thread a thong through it which we can tie around your neck."

"Hmmm, I see," Sureerat smiled. "Sounds good. Will it work though?"

"Should do," Andy grinned before happily adding, "I'm looking forwards to keeping you quiet for the rest of the day. I can't believe how many questions you keep asking!"

"Hey!" Sureerat giggled.

Drilling a hole through the ball was ridiculously easy, thanks to the help of the vise that Andy used to hold it in place while he operated the old manual drill and bit. It chewed through the rubber as though it wasn't there and passing a softened leather thong through the hole, before centering the ball was also an equally simple operation.

The result was devastatingly effective.

"Open sesame," said Andy while he proudly held the gleaming ball aloft like an especially large fish he'd just caught.

Sureerat couldn't help squirming about one way and that with an intense, spine-tingling excitement that sent a shiver up and down her spine while she mutely studied the shiny red orb before it went in her mouth. It was a gag like no other and she distantly wondered if Andy could see how wide her eyes were before slowly opening her mouth and eagerly accepting the huge ball as if it was a votive offering.

It fitted her mouth like a glove. The ball sat neatly behind her teeth and Sureerat instinctively tried forcing it out with her tongue to try ease the sudden strain on her jaws. However, guessing she might try something of the kind, Andy quickly spun her around before tightly tying the ends behind her neck in a neat, unslippable bow and finishing everything off with a double knot.

"Mm-hmmmm…" Sureerat could not believe how much different the ball felt now it was tightly tied in place. She experimentally pushed against it again but the ball hardly moved. A surge of excitement shook her tingling, trembling body while it slowly dawned on her that there was no way her new gag was coming out until Andy decided to undo the thong holding it in place. Dislodging the ball gag now filling her mouth was absolutely impossible and it was exactly what she'd wanted and hoped would happen.

That ball really filled her mouth and she squirmed with intense excitement while her tight bonds creaked and groaned in sympathy. Sureerat did not have to look to know how wet she would be. There was a great heat deep within her tingling privates and it was spreading outwards like the storm clouds she could see forming before the beginning of the annual monsoon rains.

There was nothing quite like being tied up - bound and gagged. She slowly rolled the magic words around her brain. Tied up… Bound and gagged… It was the best thing in the world. Especially when she lost all control over her destiny – Sureerat knew she would stay bound until Andy decided to let her go and from long experience, she knew that moment was hours away. He would untie her when he was ready. Not before. It wasn't even lunchtime. Now her tying up games was about to become even better with the very special gag that Andy had just made for her. It would not be coming off any time soon either and she could not help groaning out aloud with an intense, acute pleasure while her tingling body thrummed like a violin. Sureerat could not believe how helpless she was with that thing wedged between her suddenly aching jaws.

"Mmmhhmmmm…!!" Sureerat was stunned with the efficiency of her new gag. It worked, it really worked. She could barely utter a single intelligible syllable with the ball tied in place behind her teeth. The size of the ball as well as the tightness of the leather thong holding it there all too effectively ensured that nothing more a heavily muffled gurgle escaped her mouth.

Suddenly Sureerat noticed a wide-eyed girl staring back out of a small mirror which had materialised out of thin air. The girl was tightly bound and gagged. Rope surrounded her breasts and there was more above her shoulders. Still more cord was looped around her slim waist while another piece vanished between the deep, furry cleft between her thighs. However, it was the gag protruding out her mouth that captured her attention and held it like a hypnotist. Sureerat could not believe the difference between the gags she normally wore and the huge, shiny red ball sticking out her mouth. She closed her eyes before squirming with pleasure and a sudden bright longing which was blooming like the petals of the frangipani she loved watching.

It was the first time she'd ever seen herself bound and gagged and it was a turn-on like nothing else. Fascinated, she studied her reflection before happily turning one way and that, savouring the look and feel of her bonds. They were wonderfully, deliciously tight and she happily strained against them but nothing loosened or shifted. As usual, it was hot and it was sweltering under the corrugated iron roof of the shed. Her skin was already running with sweat and the moisture was imperceptibly tightening her hempen bonds. She could not help studying the way the cords bit into her skin before turning to Andy who was watching with wide-eyed awe.

"Dearest Sureerat," he breathed before taking her into his arms. "You're beautiful."

"Mmm –mhmm…" She sighed into her gag before melting into his arms. My darling Andy…

Suddenly Andy leant downwards before kissing her full on the ball protruding out her mouth and she badly wanted to laugh. It was the most unique kiss she'd ever received but there was no mistaking the depth of feeling behind it. She happily rubbed the protruding portion of the ball occupying her mouth against his lips before nuzzling up against him like a lamb seeking the comfort of its mother. There was nothing quite like the wonderful feel of Andy's strong, warm arms that were surrounding her. His fingers were playing with the cords that pinned her arms behind her back and she wanted to smile. Andy liked doing that and she wriggled with pleasure. Being tied up and cuddled like this made her feel very safe, very secure and she wanted the moment to last forever.

His thing was harder than ever. She could feel it rubbing against her crotch and she groaned with pleasure and frustration. Her privates were hotter than ever and her body was tingling with a strange, radiant heat that had already reached her breasts. She wanted Andy to put his fingers inside her and rub that little round thing she liked touching so much despite the rules saying 'no!' concerning pre-marital sex but she had no way of communicating her longing. The gag filling her mouth was simply too large. She could depress the slightly spongy ball a little if she bore down on it with her jaws but it was so resilient she could not keep up the pressure for long.

"MmmhmmMMMmmm-Uhhmmhhmm…" Her jaws were already aching for being forced so wide apart by the ball but it was a sweet ache she liked. Being ball-gagged made her feel very helpless in a way the other gag didn't quite provide.

Andy looked at her and grinned. "Cat got your tongue?" His smile widened. "Speak up, I can't understand you."

"MMMhMMmmmmHMMM!" She could not believe how little noise she was capable of generating.

Suddenly, Sureerat realised that saliva was dribbling out the side of her mouth. It was puddling inside her mouth but the ball was so large that she could not swallow and so there was only one way it could go. She could not help blushing with embarrassment and shame while it dribbled down her chin before landing on Andy's chest and shoulders. It was so yukky but… There was no way she could control the drool issuing out her mouth but strangely enough, it dramatically multiplied the feeling of helplessness in a way that left her more excited than ever.

"We'll have to get you a bib," Andy giggled before wiping her spittle off his chest and Sureerat glared full into his face with all the force she could muster but the effect was spoiled by the ball sticking out her mouth. However, Andy's wide grin and the warm laughter bubbling out his mouth like a hot spring was so infectious that Sureerat found herself giggling before laughing along with him. She had no idea how he did it. He always managed to make her laugh, no matter how embarrassing the situation. Her amusement escaped in explosive little gusts of laughter out the sides of the ball filling her mouth. Every time she so much as looked at Andy, it was enough to set her off again with an uncontrollable laughter that momentarily left her weak and drained before noticing the ache deep within her private bits.

She wanted Andy to finish tying her up. Tight.

Pleadingly, she gazed into his laughing face before glancing downward as meaningfully possible before squeezing her legs together. Would he take the hint? Sureerat no longer cared what Andy thought, she wanted to be bound hand and foot with a longing that bordered on the obscene.

Once a week was nowhere near enough and she wanted to spend the rest of the day as helplessly tied up as possible.

"Huh? What do you-" said Andy.

"Mhhhmmm- MmmMMMMhmmmm!" Frustrated, Sureerat screamed out aloud into her gag before thrusting her legs outward like a bellydancer. She could just make out the rope entering the curly, triangular thatch of hair guarding the narrow little slit immediately below which she could hardly see because each strand of cord had been pulled tight between the flaring, excited lips either side. It was rubbing, rubbing her there and there was no escaping its sweet caress. He'd pulled the rope quite tight and she wanted to spend the rest of the day with it between her legs and…

"Oh-Ohhh..." Andy slowly replied before smiling again and she held her breath. At last. He understood.

It was written across his face like a book and she quivered with excitement

"You want me to untie you now?"

"MMMHMMMM!!" Sureerat shook her head. It was the very last thing she wanted.

Despairingly, she studied Andy's face before shaking her head again. Didn't he understand?

"Sorry, I'm just teasing you," Andy suddenly said. "My dearest darling Sureerat…" He took her in his arms again before planting another gentle kiss on the ball tied between her lips. She squirmed with pleasure and delight before 'kissing' him back. She liked these strange but nice gag-kisses or whatever one called such things.

"Oh, you want me to finish tying you up?"

"MmmmmmhhmMMMMMM!!" Sureerat eagerly nodded her head up and down as vigorously as possible so that Andy could not possibly misunderstand what she was trying to say.

"Ok, I'll finish tying you up now." Smiling. "But… if I tie you up now, you have to stay tied up until its dinnertime. OK?"

Sureerat nodded again. She could not think of anything she wanted more.

As usual, Andy was ever obliging and she'd ended up being very tightly bound and gagged all afternoon and she managed another smile. There was nothing especially imaginative about the tie-up he'd devised; just the basic hands to feet position he knew she loved being put in. It was almost seven before Andy bothered untie her (he'd hardly gotten any study done either) and her new ball gag remained in her mouth throughout. That was so much fun, she thought. I never wanted to be untied.

We had so much fun together. Andy was so good at tying me up. He had so much imagination as well.

Sureerat could not help thinking about the staggering amount of variety that their tying-up games offered. She was tied up in every conceivable manner or position. Experimenting was so much fun; the big challenge was getting her trussed up in a different way each time they held one of their tying up "competitions" and seeing if she could escape, which of course, was something she never managed. Therefore, it was not long before Sureerat discovered that the most relaxing and comfortable position of all was when he tied her down upon one of the wooden chaises surrounding the pool. The slats beneath the mattress she laid on came in very handy for lashing her down with a criss-crossing spider web of rope and once bound in place, escape was utterly impossible. There were days when she was left bound for something like ten or twelve hours while he hit the books. The only downside if it could be called one, was the amount of midnight oil she had to burn after school in order to obtain the precious relaxation she craved with a desperate longing by the time every weekend rolled around.

It was also heaps of fun being stood up and bound against one of the poles supporting the outdoor terrace or gazebo even if it was a little hard upon her legs after a while. However, she enjoyed one particular position the very most of all and it was one they always returned to. It was an old friend and one that never failed to excite her even if there was nothing imaginative about the position. Being as tightly hog-tied as possible always induced the most helpless feeling possible and it was… addictive beyond belief.

Dearest Andy… He was always happy to oblige whatever took her fancy.

Sureerat remembered how badly she wanted to be tied up with the deliciously smooth, sticky folds of her shiny yellow vinyl raincoat coating her skin whilst bound. It was a fantasy that consumed her mind like the fires the itinerant Indonesian squatters set every year for clearing land before she plucked up the courage to do something about it. However, it was months before she somehow succeeded in mustering the necessary nerve to go ahead and do it. Sureerat knew she would never forget that moment - nervously changing out of her clothes, pulling her raincoat on, doing up each button until the collar sat snugly around her neck and walking outdoors clad from head to toe in gleaming yellow vinyl. Andy never even so much batted an eyelid when she shyly appeared with only her face visible beneath the hood of her raincoat despite the sticky cloying heat of the afternoon before tying her up. He even re-tied the hood around her face after gagging her. It was not long before her rainwear became a regular element of her bondage and it was even nicer when Andy also wore his raincoat when tying her up. Although it was obvious he got nothing out of wearing plastic, Sureerat knew he wore it because it made her happy and she loved him all the more for it.

However, she occasionally regretted introducing plastic into their tying up games because the sweat sessions Andy sometimes ordered became a test of endurance when it was especially hot. He always made sure to time such sessions when it wasn't going to rain. Climbing into one set of sticky, clingy long plastic rainpants and matching rainjacket after another was great fun but… During such sessions, she was required to put on as many as three or even four layers of plastic (it went without saying the hood of each raincoat or jacket had to be firmly secured around her face as well) before being tied up and left to sweat it out. Although Sureerat loved the way the plastic clung against her sweat soaked body like clingwrap, it became unbearably hot after a couple of hours and she was always grateful when Andy decided to let her go. Nevertheless, she easily saw the irony behind their strange games. While other guys bought their girls chocolate or flowers, Andy frequently presented her with one brand new set of plastic or vinyl rainwear after another which she was duly expected to wear whilst bound and gagged.

Sometimes, it was so hot that even being tied up lost much of its allure before she found a way around the problem. Miffed after being bound and left to sweat under the sun, Sureerat suggested that her legs and feet be left unbound so that she could join him in the pool. Much to her surprise, Andy enthusiastically agreed before untying her legs and helping her down in the water.

Therefore, it was not long before they made swimming whilst bound an essential element of her exercise. She loved nothing better than splashing around in the pool with her hands securely tied together behind her back. It was something that made her feel terribly helpless. Eventually, Sureerat realised that if she rolled around until she was facing upwards, she could swim from one end of the pool to the other without the use of her bound hands. All she had to do was kick her legs as hard as possible and propel herself along through the water this way. The unusual exercise strengthened Sureerat's legs so much that she easily won almost every foot race during her school's annual intra-House athletics meeting during her last year at school, much to everybody's surprise. Everybody wanted to know how she managed to do it but Sureerat never dared reveal the nature of the highly unorthodox 'training' regimen that she employed.

She wiped her brimming eyes again and tried not to cry. Spending time with Andy and often being tied up all day long during weekends or the school holidays were amongst the happiest days of her life and now everything was over. Finished Gone.

There were times when she missed Andy as well as her native homeland of Indonesia so much it was something that gnawed away upon her gut.

Andy…

Semarang…

Indonesia…

Even the quality of the heat was different during summer, it was a hot dry heat that in no way approached the often deliciously sticky, cloying fragrant heat of Indonesia when the flowers scented the air that they breathed around the pool. The beautiful flowers decorating the garden and garlanded gazebo were her companions while she was blissfully tied up. Sureerat never tired of examining every minute detail of each individual bloom amidst the incredible technicolour explosion of flora surrounding them. Waiting with stoic patience no matter how tightly she was bound until Andy completed his schoolwork. Given the workload he laboured under, it was a task that often took hours. Of course, she was expected to stay bound and gagged throughout, not withstanding the devious tactics she shamelessly practised in order to distract him. There was a hundred different ways of obtaining his attention after being tied up and she was not shy about using every single one of them. An essay that might only have taken a couple of hours to complete could take four under such circumstances and she stayed helplessly tied up until he was done. Andy never untied her until he was done and it was a situation that sometimes made her wonder who was really in control here.

Andy… Oh, Andy…. I miss you so much…

Since leaving Indonesia, although Sureerat with a great deal of hard work and a little luck, had managed to carve out a successful niche for herself with a good job, a house and a car, she knew she would trade it away in an instant if she could have Andy back and a single, lonely tear oozed out of one eye before inching down one perfect cheek.

Although Sureerat occasionally asked Andy if he would like her to have a go with tying him up, he always politely demurred so she eventually gave up and allowed him to bind her each time he came around. It was an arrangement that suited both. She loved being tied up above all else and Andy also gave every indication that he obtained similar pleasure out of binding and gagging her. The size of the tentpole he always erected when tying her up was all the evidence she required although it was something they never spoke about and she occasionally wondered if it might have made a difference later on. He'd never progressed much beyond binding and kissing her either. It was another regret she knew would go to the grave with her. If only, she thought. Despite the amount of time they'd spent together, she was still a virgin and it was something that cut deep.

Sureerat glanced downward before allowing her eyes to follow the beautiful swell of her breasts and she sighed again before gently fondling each warm, perfectly rounded globe. An interlinking set of dull, fast-fading red ropemarks surrounded each and they reminded her of all the times Andy tied her up whilst wearing nothing but her beautiful birthday suit. Long before their 'tying-up games' began, Sureerat and Andy enjoyed skinny dipping together providing there was nobody around (nudity was very much frowned upon in the conservative surrounds of Semarang where they lived). Therefore, being bound and gagged without a stitch of clothing covering her body was a natural progression from the time they began playing such games together. Her bonds always felt that much nicer against her bare skin and being tied up without so much as a scrap of clothing really added to the essential, existential sense of helplessness that she craved.

It was an opportunity lost. He'd occasionally played with her body after tying her up but that was all. His behaviour around her was always scrupulously correct and it was one of the reasons she trusted him with her life but… Sureerat could just make out the dark, downy tuft of hair guarding the entrance of her privates. A tightly tied crotchrope split it in two and she sighed again. The still air of the room was redolent with the rich ripeness of her arousal and Sureerat did not have to look to know how wet the cords massaging her clit would be because she'd already come several times earlier with a force that left her almost completely satiated. There was only one thing that would have left her fully satisfied but it just wasn't happening. No Andy, no man in her life who would tie her up and…

Sureerat bit her lip and tried not to think about it. She'd let Andy tie a rope between her legs without anything separating skin and rope plenty of times after gradually overcoming her embarrassment about being tied up and the way it made her feel. The ever-present guilt concerning what she was doing was always there but she'd learned to push it out of the way, particularly whilst with Andy. There was nothing better than the way it felt when each strand of cord played with her aching pussy like a violin and the pleasure she received from being tied up this way drove every other consideration out her mind. However, Andy never once took advantage of the situation and it was also something she deeply regretted.

It was especially frustrating because they'd come so… close. Literally and metaphorically. Sureerat swallowed again while she thought about the way Andy so much loved touching her privates. She'd never really thought about the special intimacy of their play together until now. It was a simply another product of their love and trust.

Therefore, she was not alarmed, when one unforgettable afternoon, Andy boldly went where no man had ever penetrated before.

As usual, it was hot and she'd decided to go naked before being bound and gagged. There was nothing special about the way she was tied up either. Her arms and hands were so tightly bound together that she felt as though they'd been welded together. More rope circled her body and their crushing embrace always produced a delicious liquid heat deep within her body. Her legs were also drawn up behind her and tied off against her hands in a very secure hogtie that was taking her nowhere except a great palace called Pleasure. It'd been a close thing though and Sureerat wanted to smile. She'd insisted Andy tie her up exactly that way and he'd agreed on the proviso she stay bound all afternoon, a condition she'd happily agreed to without the slightest hesitation.

After tying her up, they'd spent the next hour or so kissing before Andy reluctantly gagged her into silence so he could study. However, his workload was unusually small and he was back, much to her great pleasure. Instead of ungagging her, he'd showered more kisses above her covered mouth and she could not help squirming around with sheer pleasure and longing while he continued playing with her.

His hands were roaming over every square inch of skin. She could feel them playing with the tight cords hugging her body between caressing her skin and it was driving her crazy.

Suddenly, his hands reached her hips and she instinctively stiffened. His fingers brushed the outermost edges of hair peeking out between her thighs before moving down her thighs and Sureerat held her breath. She hoped Andy would keep going with a deep longing she could not define. Her clit was tingling with pleasure and Sureerat distantly realised that she would let him do whatever he liked and it was as exciting as it was scary.

The touch of his hands was the most heavenly feeling she'd ever experienced other than the very tight bondage she was enduring. Despite the embarrassment washing around her guilt-laden mind, his infinitely gentle caress was something she loved beyond all else. His touch was as much physical as it was emotional for his hands were a font of love. Being tied up was always extra special whenever he played with her tingling quivering body. Andy could do whatever he liked after tying her up but... he was always so gentle and loving. His touch was a catalyst that intensified the strength of the sensations invading her overwhelmed brain from every direction like a flanking army. Andy's kisses showering her eagerly outstretched lips like a million tears, the glorious firmness of his body and his erect penis which he no longer bothered hiding. It pulsated and throbbed like the steady heartbeat beneath his hairy chest and it was something she liked very much. The delicious tautness of her bonds pulling against her arms, hands and feet. The rope rubbing her crotch. It was almost more than she was capable of handling and the wetness between her thighs told the story.

Nevertheless, Sureerat sensed that today was different. There was something about his touch that told her nothing would be the same after today. Nevertheless, Sureerat knew she wanted Andy to keep going although all this was making her feel as though she was teetering atop a precipice.

Despite the tightness of her gag, Sureerat gasped out aloud with shock and pleasure when Andy's questing fingers suddenly reached the downy thatch of wiry, dark curly hair guarding the secret entrance of her most private parts. Of course, his hands had come close to touching while he passed the rope between her legs. She'd even let him gently part the flaring, excited lips of her vagina before positioning each strand of cord directly above her clit, just where she liked it the most. The cords rubbed her with an intensity that always made her come when he did that. Tight enough to provide real stimulation but not so much it hurt. It was an art and one Andy excelled in.

However, this was different. He'd always passed the rope between her legs with an awkward, slightly diffident, matter of fact air that betrayed the depth of feeling behind his carefully impassive face but this was the first time he'd allowed his hands to linger any longer than a few seconds.

Now his hand was moving around again with a single-minded purpose that she hoped would continue. His fingers were playing with the soaked, tangled mass of hair surrounding the quivering, vibrating crotchrope that sawed against her tingling, screaming clit every time she so much as twitched.

Her excitement and fear increased with every inch that Andy's fingers moved closer. On one hand, she wanted him to keep going, on the other… not. However, she stayed silent while they reached the outer edges of her cunny. It did not matter that the usual tight gag was filling her mouth; if she was unhappy about something, all she had to do was grunt 3 times and he would stop. It was a signal they'd developed through trial and error and having it made her feel much safer

The ache between her thighs was worse than ever and Sureerat could feel her excitement building like the thunderclouds heralding the arrival of the annual monsoon rains while the tips of his fingers hesitantly reached the curling folds of her labia. She could not help groaning with pure pleasure while they gently prised each lip apart, exposing the ropes partially covering the lovely gleaming, wet pink folds of her vagina in their full glory. She was soaking wet and Sureerat was absolutely certain that Andy had to know just how much being tied up was affecting her. She knew that the brown manila rope they always used would be dark with the stain of her juices and she blushed with embarrassment and shame.

However, apart from a slight quickening of his breath, Andy said nothing while he slowly continued exploring further. However, his eyes were full of love and understanding and they spoke with a wonderful, sweet eloquence that a thousand words was incapable of articulating. It was so beautiful that she felt like crying while a gigantic lump within her throat constricted her breathing.

First love is always a heavenly thing but Sureerat knew that this was a real love she could treasure and cherish. There was nothing fake or contrived about the love Andy carried for her. His actions were not those of an awkward, callow youth hoping to score so he could boast about it later, they revolved around giving her pleasure beyond anything she'd yet experienced. All Andy thought about was making her happy and her heart continued swelling while she thought it must burst with love and joy.

Suddenly her arousal was no longer an embarrassment, it was born as much out of love as the ropes binding her and she found herself responding, encouraging him. She was hotter, wetter than ever and she silently urged Andy on before crying out with acute pleasure into her gag when he pushed the ropes bisecting her cleft aside before slowly slipping one finger inwards.

Before Sureerat had time to react, Andy stopped and she cried out with disappointment. She could not understand why he'd suddenly withdrawn. Didn't he like her? Didn't Andy know or understand how much she wanted him to continue, keep going?

Andy was stricken and Sureerat wondered why. His face held the hunted look of one caught with his hands inside a candy jar. Suddenly his eyes me hers and before she had time to react, he croaked, "I… I'm sorry… I… um… didn't mean to…"

"Mggghmmm!" Sureerat groaned out aloud with sheer frustration.

Damn that gag! It was so tight. Her mouth was packed to overflowing with cloth and another one had been so tightly drawn between her lips before being covered with an old surplus bandage it effectively silenced her. She could not say anything. She could grunt like one of the chimps she saw at the local animal park but any intelligible speech was out of the question.

Andy was still watching her and she squirmed around before glancing downwards, returning to his face and frantically nodding. "Mhhhhhmmmmhhmmmm!"

Dam that rope! He'd tied her up so tight. She couldn't move. Even her fingers were useless little appendages that only clawed thin air. Otherwise she would have taken his hand and placed it straight back where it belonged – between her legs

"You…" Hesitant.

Want? Sureerat wanted to scream. Yes!! Of course she wanted it. This was totally wrong, totally wicked and it was something she suddenly craved above all else. She wanted Andy to play with her body, give her the relief she desperately needed. Masturbation was a sin, they said. God said so and if the nuns who were closer to Him than anybody else said so, they could not possibly be wrong. Or? Suddenly she was no longer sure. This was no sin; it was something beautiful beyond belief and Sureerat wanted to share it with someone she loved. Sureerat knew what her vagina looked like; she'd studied it often enough with a fascination that never waned.

The beauty of her exposed private parts was stunning. The outer edges of her cleft were a soft pearlescent pink which quickly reddened further downward. When she gently pulled each lip further apart before peering downwards, there was the exposed little nub of her clitoris partially hidden beneath a little fold of skin although it always seemed to appear whenever she was excited or touching herself… there. Beyond the sweet little tongue of her clit, there was only a seemingly bottomless tunnel. The glistening depths of her love canal was a sight that always made her breath quicken. It was so private, so mysterious, so… her. It was her, something that defined her as a woman and she instinctively realised that it was a treasure beyond price, something to be jealously guarded. For marriage, they said. Baby-making.

It was all so confusing. Sureerat was not completely sure what she was supposed to be guarding but she knew it had something to do with giving up something she would never regain. She looked at Andy again. His face was confused and uncertain and Sureerat felt her heart swelling with love for the man she adored like no other. Suddenly, Sureerat realised that she wanted Andy to touch it again, see what happened. "Mmmmhmmmffhhhmmmmm…." Sureerat sensed he might be weakening and she urged him onward with her eyes before shifting sideways and grinding her groin against his hand.

Suddenly she could see understanding blooming deep within his eyes like the petals of a beautiful flower and her heart leapt. "Mhhmmm," she gently encouraged.

Before she had a chance to react, Andy gently spread her swollen, excited lips apart before sliding one finger downward.

She almost leapt off the mat while a wonderful warmth flooded her vagina. Andy was pushing his finger downward as far as it would go and she bit down hard on the gag filling her mouth while wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked her body. They'd warned her about being 'violated' whatever that meant in ringing tones but… this was anything but. She wanted Andy to continue violating her. It was her body and she wanted to share everything with him.

Now he was moving his finger around and she groaned with acute pleasure. She was so aroused that it hurt. His finger was slipping around in a miasma of the juices her body was producing and she could feel everything dribbling outwards and soaking his hand. Sureerat could not believe this was happening. She'd hardly ever dared touch herself below, let insert anything as deep as Andy was going. A moment or so later, his finger withdrew and she sighed into her gag with a disappointment she could not conceal.

Suddenly Andy's finger reappeared and Sureerat almost launched herself into orbit when it hesitantly touched the round little nub of her clitoris. It was so sensitive that even the lightest touch instantly transmitted itself throughout her quivering body like an electric shock. Nobody had ever touched her like this. His gentle touch made Sureerat feel as though he'd discovered her soul. There was nothing more private or intimate than the most inner working elements of her body. It was almost more than she could bear and Sureerat was suddenly glad she was so tightly tied up otherwise… Somehow, Andy had also realised that this little button also unlocked every delicious secret it held. He was gently stroking her clit with an assurance that made her feel like screaming. His finger just would not go away! It was the most delicious, irresistible squirmy pleasure that she'd ever experienced and Sureerat instinctively tried to spread her legs apart as far as they would go but they were so securely bound together all she achieved was making already tight ropes tighter.

However, Andy was completely undeterred while he continued playing with her body as if she was a violin. Was that what he was doing? It was just so nice…. Sureerat was distantly aware it was called 'masturbation' whatever that was. Something else she wasn't supposed to do. It was evil and wicked they said, but she was past caring. What others thought was something she'd worry about later. All she could think about was relieving the immense sexual pressure building up below. There was nothing sweeter than the incredible warm tingling radiating outwards throughout her whole body that always occurred a split second before the moment of blessed release she craved like a drug. Being tied up with a rope between her legs always made that happen but this was like nothing else she'd ever imagined or dreamed about.

Andy was alternating the motion of his fingers so that one moment he was gently, tenderly caressing the hard, silky smooth little button guarding her clit as though it was a surrogate lover, between pushing hard downwards and vigorously rubbing it. Meanwhile his beautiful, handsome face was still there and he continued kissing every inch of her face as if expressing his adoration of a religious object.

Suddenly, her vagina began vibrating with an intensity that she could not believe. It was like receiving a series of tiny, buzzy electric shocks after another in such swift succession that they merged as one. There was also a deep longing and a strange radiant heat that rapidly began spreading outwards like a hot flush and she involuntarily stiffened before biting down on the thick gag filling her mouth. The tingling was practically unbearable. It was not born out of ticklishness, rather it was an irresistible, unstoppable pressure forming deep within her and Sureerat tensed again while she vainly tried to delay the inevitable for as long as possible. Somehow sensing her overwhelming need, Andy feverishly continued stroking her clitoris.

Nothing else existed, not even the wickedly tight bonds holding her prisoner while the tingling abruptly soared out of control. A noise like an express train filled her ears and all she could think about was her overriding, overwhelming need. It was all consuming, sweeping her along like a river in flood.

A split second later, the searing heat reached her aching, screaming clitoris and Sureerat screamed out aloud into the gag filling her mouth while she came with a massive, unstoppable rush that left her limp and drained. The suddenness of the most explosive orgasm that she'd ever experienced was as stunning as it was exhausting and Sureerat blankly stared around the quiet garden before staring into Andy's astonished face.

There were no words. They were not necessary. Instead, Andy gathered up Sureerat in his arms as if she was a baby before tenderly cuddling her. They were both aware that something very special had happened between them and neither was sure how to deal with it.

Sureerat closed her eyes and sighed so heavily it created a miniature whirlwind of displaced air. The sun was shining through the window and she could see the golden dust motes she'd disturbed swirling around in crazy patterns. There was no rhyme or rhythm to their movement.

She could not believe that she was still a virgin. Sureerat choked back a sob before pushing everything together in an untidy, jumbled pile. Twenty-four years old, going on twenty-five and she still had no idea what it was to actually make love with another man, regardless whether she had been bound beforehand or not.

Of course the lack of sex and her virginity was not such a bad thing in itself. After all, intercourse was a wonderful and precious act reserved for those close to your heart. Like Andy…. She bit her lip again before gazing outside. Inviting someone else inside her body was a very big thing. Although she was no prude, she could not understand the attitude of some of her girlfriends who slept with almost everything that moved (one of them even boasted she'd let the neighbour's Doberman have its way with her – an act she thought absolutely disgusting and revolting but she'd dared not say so). Doggy sex notwithstanding, Sureerat could not imagine anything more unsatisfying. What was the point of enjoying sex without love? During the short but infinitely precious private time she'd spent with Andy, the limited amount of sex play they'd enjoyed together was full of love. Like the times he helped masturbate her to orgasm after tying her up.

But that was six achingly long, lonely years ago and from her point of view, it was a lifetime. A quarter of her life. It'd been so long since she'd ever experienced the sweet kiss of cords being wrapped around her wrists. Being tied up hand and foot was like nothing else on Earth. It made her feel like the giant sea eagles that she very occasionally saw navigating the ocean surrounding Indonesia. Sureerat always felt as though she was flying after being bound and gagged but… Sadly, she shook her head before gathering up each untidy loop of rope that had once decorated her body. Sureerat simply could not imagine what it would be like making love whilst tied up hand and foot. Or being helplessly bound and gagged, sexually teased and brought to the brink of orgasm before being untied and making love. She could not think of anything more lovely or wonderful. Bondage was something she equated with love and it was something she missed very much. She'd almost forgotten what it was like being bound hand and foot before being cuddled and held all afternoon or evening.

Self-bondage was all very well. It provided a measure of relief but… it lacked the special, warm intimacy that she loved so much. Half the fun was going through the process of being bound, especially if it was someone like Andy doing the binding. It was something that could take up to an hour depending on the tightness and complexity of her bondage – and she always insisted Andy make it tight.

Bondage was also that much more exciting when she lost all control over the length of time she had to stay bound whether she liked it or not. Apart from the physical aspect that being helplessly tied up provided, there was the mental as well. It was immensely thrilling going through the process of being bound knowing Andy was likely to keep her tied up all afternoon without a break until dinnertime or even later. She remembered the unspoken tacit agreement they'd developed over time which clearly stated that after they began one of their tying-up games, Andy had the right to decide how long she stayed bound unless she was experiencing breathing problems or any pain. Mere discomfort or boredom was no excuse. Once tied up, she stayed bound. No ifs, buts or maybes.

She wanted to be tightly bound and gagged with a desperate longing that bordered on the obscene. I really wish I could be tied up really tight and gagged as well. That'd be so nice. What if he left me like that as long as he wanted to without me having any say whatsoever in the matter? I'd like that so much. That was real bondage, Sureerat thought.

But it wasn't happening.

It was why Sureerat was willing to take increasing risks with her self-bondage games in order to recreate that glorious feeling of enforced helplessness. She bit her lip before studying the detritus of the last game she'd just played and sighing again. She'd almost stepped over the edge and it was only sheer good luck that she was even in a position to think about what might have occurred. She could easily still be hunting for one tiny knife lost somewhere within a very large room. Her freedom and ultimately survival itself had depended upon locating the sharp blade she needed to cut her cruelly tight bonds. Thinking about how close she'd come to disaster was something that made her break out in a cold sweat despite the relative warmth of the afternoon.

The other thing she hated about solo self-bondage was the lack of a partner who would hold and cuddle her after coming down from the indescribable high that being tied up and masturbated to one screaming, shrieking orgasm after another provided. There was nothing quite like the hugs and cuddles she'd shared with Andy after being helplessly tied up for hours and hours.

The memory was so painful it squeezed her heart like a giant vice and her chest exploded with a pain that she'd begun to think she was on the verge of conquering. It was something she'd battled but never really overcome ever since that awful day when… Sureerat suddenly closed her eyes before squeezing each shut and fighting back another unbidden flood of tears, which she could feel forming around her eyes. She choked back a sob before rubbing her eyes and angrily pushing everything aside. This stupid bondage thing!

Six or seven years down the track and she still remembered the day when her life ended.