First punishment

	Username: ropermast
	Date: 17-Feb-2023 22:17:43
	Mood: other
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Sandy had become accustomed to being tied up by her husband for sex and light bdsm games once or twice a month as a "special" treat.  It was more of a special treat for him, but she went along with it because he was really good at teasing her and giving her some of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced. 

She never knew when to expect the ropes to come out, but whenever they dressed up for a night out she knew to expect the evening to end with rope, blindfold. gag, and objects that would be used to tease her most sensitive areas until she could barely stand it.

They were going to a party at the El Cortez and when she went upstairs to dress, there was a pair of black high heels at the foot of the bed and a pair of thigh high black nylons and a garter belt laid out on the bed.  She knew this would would be a "special" night.

When they returned, she was led up to the bedroom and made to stand facing the full length mirror where she watched him come up behind her and begin kissing her neck and slowly touching her all over.  She love the way he stroked and massaged her tits through her cotton blouse and ran his hands over her ribs and belly, massaging, stroking and lightly tickling.  Her pussy tingled and became moist as he unbittoned and stripped her blouse.  She watched in the mirror as he ran his fingers up and down over her bare ribs and belly.  the light tickling excited her and felt good for the moment, but she knew that as the evenong progressed he would test her ability to endure more prolonged and intense sensations.

His hands went to her tits and she as his finger tips gently swirled in little circles over the thin nylon of her bra, sending waves of pleasure through her tits and nipples.  She loved it when he played with her tits.

In short order, he unhooked and stripped her bra away exposing her 34C breasts and lovely pink nipples.  She loved looking at her tits in the mirror.  They were so round and full with large pink nipples that were very sensitive to every touch.

She watched as he removed his smooth black leather belt and gently rubbed it accross her belly sliding it back and forth accross her milky white skin.  It felt so good as he moved the belt up over her stomach and ribs sliding the cool slick leather over her skin.  She raised her arms over her head as the smooth snake reached the undersid of her tits, and she reveled in the sight and sensation when it slid accross her tender titties.  She watched in the mirror and reveled in the pleasure as it approached her nipples.  She gasped as the cool leather slid lightley accross her nipples.  it was a sensation she had learned to desitre in the early stages knowing that the friction would slowly increase the pleasure until it became almost unbearable.  But as much as she anticipated and wanted that feeling, things were not to go in that direction tonight.  the snake stopped sliding across her now sensitized and pleasure yearning nipples.  He wrapped it around her chest pressing tightly on her nipples and smashing her breasts against her chest.  He buckled the belt behind her back and pulled it tightly making her tits bulge out above and below the shiny black band holding her her nipples cative beneath.  Her tits began to throb from the pressure as he stroked her under arms, bulging tits, ribs and belly.   Her breathing quickened as she tried to concentrate on the pleasure of his hands touching and teasing her torso, while dealing with the discomfort and growing pain of her tightly bound tits. 

He made her stand there with her arms above her head while he studied her watching herself submitting to the painful treatment of her tits.  He then removed her skirt sliding it down over her hips and stocking clad legs and had her step out of it and told her to lower her arms to her sides.  The movement changed her breast  discomfort causing her sharp shooting pains in her tits.

He watched her standing there in silence.  Naked but for black nylons, heels, garter belt, and thong.  her tits were tightly pressed against her chest at the nipples and bulging above and below the belt restraint.  She was gorgoeous!  He wanted her now more than anything, but he wanted to play with her and make her want more pleasure which he would dole out in small doses interspersed with making her endure discomfort, pain, and punishment.  She would be subjected to prolonged denied  pleasure and moderate pain, and made to endure the intense sensations of strict bondage and tickle-teasing.

Their individual expectations for the evening were not discussed, and she was notsure how thngs were going to go.  Would he tie her up and tease her until she begged to be fucked?  Would he spank her the way she liked and tickle her pussy until she was dripping wet and then make love to her?  All would soon be revealed, but to say that their expectations were wildly different would be an understatement.

She watched herself in the mirror.  Se did not like wearing the garter belt and nylons, but she knew that was what he wanted and it made him hot so she didn't complain.  She didn't particularly like the way she looked in the nylons and garter belt.  She preferred the cleaner look and comfort of panty hose.  He stepped up behind her and placed a black dog collar around her neck attached to a chain leash.  Then quickly grabbed her wrists and tied them behind her back.  Still no answers but the hints were getting stronger.  He led her into the hallway to the top of the steps. 

She looked down the stairs to the living room.  The furniture had been move agains the walls and there were were two ladderback dining room chairs side by side in the center of the room.  The inside legs of the chairs were tied togther converting the chairs into one unit.  He led her down the stairs by the leash.  She moved slowly and unsteadily decending the stairs in her high heels with her hands tied behind her back.  She felt as though she would fall at any moment and her anxiety began to build.  Her knees felt weak and she began to tremble.  She struggled to maintain her balance as he pulled gently but firmly on her leash forcing her to decend each step. 

When they reached the bottom she was shaken and not enjoying herself.  She looked at the chairs and wondered how they would be used in whatever was to come next.  Her fear began to rise within her as the anticipation of the unkown became overwhelming.  Suddenly, a blindfold was wrapped around her eyes and tied in place.  She was quickly led on unsteady legs toward the middle of the room.  She was turned and made to back up a little.  Then he told her to kneel down.  Once kneeling he told her to lean forward and he used the leash and her bound hands to guide her to a prone position face down on the living room rug.  She began to think that he was going to do something she would not like or willingly do if asked. 

The rug was rough against her skin and a little itchy.  She lay there trying to calm herself when she felt the belt binding her tits being unbuckled a pulled out from under her.  It hurt her nipples and breast flesh as he yanked it out.  He then told her to spread ler legs wide apart.  As she did, she felt his hands on her knees pushing her legs wider apart.  the position was very uncomfortable and she felt embarrassed as she imagined how she looked, almost naked face down on the floor, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back with her legs spread exposing her crotch.  Then a fearsome thought crossed her mind.  The window blinds!  were the open or closed?  They were usually open.  What if they were open and the neighbors could see in and watch me naked and tied up while he does God knows what to me!  Well, it was too late now to be asking those questions because she could feel the outside legs of the chairs being pressed against her knees as he positioned the chairs between her legs.  Then she felt the rope around her right ankle being tied and her lower leg being raised to the upright position while the rope was tied to the top of the chair back.  Her left leg was tied next and she was left there for a short while as he left the room.  There she was, her legs bent at the knee with the soles of her shoes facing the cieling and her ankles dangling from the ropes tied to the top of the chairs. 

She felt the slack in the rope holding her right leg up tightening as her ankle was being hoisted up the side of the chair back.  He explained that he was going to hoist her ankles up until her thighs were completely off the floor.  The game would be that each time he hoisted her ankle up, whatever part of her leg or body was lifted off the floor was subject to be tickled  The pupose was to see how much tickling she could stand.

Once her ankles were hoisted and her thighs were off the floor, he began to tickle her thighs, paying particular attention to the inner thighs.  He started with the right thigh tickling in a slow and methodical was and slowly moved down her leg all the way to her bound ankle.  He did the same with her left leg. 

 Once the tickling started, she knew it would not stop until he decided to stop.  She knew she would not be able to stand it and would hve to struggle to endure it as long as he liked.  She struggled to take the intense sensations as long as she could but could not do so in total silence.  She whimpered and moaned, writhing and struggling to get through the semi torture of being tickled against her will.

She now knew what the rest of the evening was going to be like.  She would spend the next few hours helplessly bound and dangling from her ankles while he teased and tickle-tortured her for his own pleasure., then he'd fuck her for the rest of the night. 

I have to ask the reader, does it get any better than this?  What would you do to her in this situation?  well, I'l continue to tell you what I did to her if you'd like to read on.

Once the first round of tickling ended Sandy tried to rest.  It was not much of a rest because her right ankle was being hoisted again.  This time he told her, or should I say I told her, that I was going to hoist her ankle until her hips were raised off the floor and her belly was exposed all the way to her rib cage.  This hoisting sequence was really fun.  I slowly hoisted each ankle and enjoyed the view of her lower back bending backward into a nice arch.  This hurt her, I must say, but she took it moaning and grunting, but never asked me to stop.  I wondered if she was somehow enjoying the discomfort and pain in the same way she half enjoyed the sensation of being tickled and teased while helpless to resist. 

Hanging there in pain she moaned as I lay down on the floor next to her and took in the view of her legs strteched out, the curve of her spine and the beauty of her naked belly and stomach matching the curve of her spine and her skin pulled taught from her ribs to her protruding hip bones.  I pulled her thong down her thighs to expose the bump of her mons and her unprotected pussy.  I began the tickling at the base of her ribs.  She squealed and cried out as I administered the torturous finger tickling accross her stomach and belly, making sure to linger a bit at the hip bones.  I spent a good 5 minutes torturing her belly this way as she writhed and struggled in vain.  I brushed her pubic hairs of her mons lightly as I tickled between her thighs and tormented her labia and inner thighs.  I returned one hand to her belly while playing with her pussy, treating her to a mixture of tickle torture and pleasure that is really difficult to endure and even more difficult to describe.  My fingers were inside her labia, rubbing her wet juices all over her clit giving her a taste of pleasure to come as I relentlessly tickled her belly.  The pain/pleasure scenario was somethng new to Sandy, and I had wanted to do this to her for a long time.  For me it was sheer pleasure to see her suffer, and I didn't care if she liked it or could take it or not.

Sandy was almost spent, she knew she couldn't stand much more.  Her back and legs ached and her ankles were in terrible pain as every movement ripped at the ropes binding them to the chairs.  The belly tickling was beyond endurance and the tickling had crossed the pain/torture threshold.  She began to cry out and beg me to stop even though her clit was tingling and stiff.  She knew she was getting close to cumming, She began to plead with me "Stop, Please Stop".  I ignored her, she began to panic and beg, "No,  Please, No More".  Suddenly I stopped.  Then suddenly my hands were on her sides tickling her vigorously.  Her pussy was left unsatisfied as I now tickled her in earnest, her ribs, sides, belly and I began moving down her legs again tickling her thighs, knees and calves all the way to her ankles.  Then it stopped.

I immediately began hoisting her right ankle to the top of the chair back.  I had pushed her beyond her ability to endure and it was now time to move into the final phase of her punishment for the evening.  I would hoist both ankles to the top of the chairs.  She would be as close to a full ankle suspension bondage as I could take her tonight.  One of my dreams was to hang her by her ankles, and this was a great step toward that.  As I hoisted her right ankle to the top of the chair, her leg was being stretched and pulled with a somuch force that she began to slip back toward the chair.  She cried out in pain as her ribs were lifted off the floor and the strain on her legs and ankles became too painful to bear.  I quickly tied off the right ankle and hoisted her left ankle to the top.  She cried out in pain as her ribs lifted completely, her back arched painfully and she was dragged accross the carpet sliding on her tits which were crushed by her body weight and raked by the friction of the rough carpet.  This last bit of tit torture was an unexpected bonus for me to see her suffer such abuse.

There she was, hanging by her ankles almost 4 feet in the air at the top of the chairs, her back paifully arched in a C shape, her body pressing down and balanced on her tits bulging out at the side from the pressure of her body weight.  She moaned and whimpered in obvious pain as I relished the view and I began the final series of punishing tortures to cap the night.  I began tickling the bulging breast meat that was pressed out from under her chest.  Finger tips and finger nails were the tickle torture devices.  Her moans and shrieks of laughter were music to my ears as she tried to kick her legs and writhed to avoid the torment.  I spent the next 20 minutes tickling her up and down her entire body from her ankles and legs to her belly ribs and tits.  She struggled until she no longer had the stregnth to move.  All she did was wimper and cry.  I then focussed on her pussy.  I used a small vibrator on her clit and inserted in her pussy.  As she began to respond to the pleasure,  I brought something new to the game.  With a bowl of ice cubes at hand, I began icing her belly, navel, an mons as she cam closer and closer to cumming.  When she was begining to strain, I iced her labia, then her clit, then I replaced the vibrator with an ice cube.  She screamed when I slid it into her pussy and cried out "No, No, take it out"  and began to struggle as I slid for more ice cubes inside her.  She begged me to take them out,  Instead I added more as the first ones melted.

At this point I knew she coould not last much longer and I was ready flip her over and fuck her so I moved to the final and ultimate torture.  I began bytickling her legs from her thighs to her ankles.  When I got to her ankles, instead of stopping, I removed her high heels.  She knew what I was about to do and she cried out "No, No, Please, No, No".   There before me were the  unprotected soles of her feet.  Now, normally, she like her feet tickled lightly.  Sometimes we'd be sitting on the couch and she'd gently put her feet in my lap and look at me with that coy little smile and I'd gently rub and tickle her feet while she pay back relaxed, giggling and enjoying the pleasure and rubbing her own clit.  Well, this situation was a lot different,  Here she was totally helpless, hung up by her ankles, and at the end of a night of bondage, torment, teasing, torture and sexual abuse.  This was not going to be a nice little pleasureful foot massage/tickling fun game.

I began tickling her feet.  She cried out, tried to kick her legs to no avail, begged for mercy and babbled unintelligible ramblings.  I methodically subjected her feet to a wicked session of slow and arduous tickle torture.  The results were mindbending.  I can't imagine how she was able to endure it for the 15 minutes that I continuously tortured her. 

When I was ready, I untied her ankles and lowered her legs.  She moaned and cried out in pain as her contorted body slowmy returned to more normal positions.  I untied her hands and rolled her on her back.  Her tits were red and rug burned, and her nipples looked like someone had taken sandpaper to them.  Her pussy was wet and cold from the ice cubes that had melted.  I offered her my cock and she licked and sucked me without complaint.  Then I fucked her...............................