While restrictive, the rope was only adding pressure to her tits at this point. Lady knew this was only the start of the festivities. And, she was right.
I swung out a mirror so she could enjoy the labor, and the look, of the ropes binding her. She gave a soft moan of pleasure at the woman looking back at her in the polished surface.
"Are you 'pretty'?" I asked, once she got a good look.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Remember that image." I said, before slipping the blindfold I held, over her head.
She moaned a protest as the piece of cloth eliminated her reflection.
With Lady's vision cut off, I guided her to the "Wall of Pain and Pleasure". This is the "play" wall. All the hardware we enjoy is mounted to this wall. Rings and brackets are mounted at various heights for restraint, and there is even a section of adjustable banister that is used like a dancing bar for stretching.
The section of wall I chose, had only a single ring mounted high up on it. I had Lady stand with her back to the wall for the moment. During that time, I wrapped a collar around her neck and secured it. Once I was satisfied with the fit, making sure it moved freely and couldn't restrict her breathing, I left her for a moment to retrieve some rope, another short spreader bar, and a bit gag.
Returning, I surveyed the picture before me, already deciding how to best continue.
Letting her know she had to be quiet, I affixed the bit gag in her mouth, tying it behind her head. Then I made her spread her legs until the spreader bar would fit to the rings on her thigh cuffs. This would allow movement of her lower legs yet still keeps her spread open for what was coming next.
Taking the rope, I threaded one end of it through the back ring on her collar. Pulling it mid-way through, I took the two ends and brought them down her back and underneath her crotch. From there, they traveled up her torso, where I laced them under both sets of ropes between her tits. Bringing them back down, I laced them up under the ropes again. Making a loop around the rope "bra" she wore. From there they traveled up to the ring in the Wall, then back down to the cuffs on her wrists.
Before pulling the rope snug, I reached between her legs to make sure it was positioned properly between her lips, and that all the slack was taken up. Satisfied it was, I moved her feet till they touched the base of the wall. Then, I snugged, and tied the rope ends together at her wrists.
In this position, she couldn't lower her hands, or bend her knees without tightening the rope loops around her tits, or pulling the rope tight against her crotch.
Lady has been in this position before, minus the "bondage bra", of course. And has loved it. The rope we use is a tight, braid nylon, that slips easily yet will hold a knot that doesn't take a knife to remove it. Previously in this position, she has been able to get enough friction and pressure by lowering her hands, or bending her legs, to achieve climax. But, like I said, that was without the "bra".
The first new thing she realized was, if she moved her arms or legs, the loop in the rope tightened up the "bra", causing it to squeeze her tits even harder, and apply almost more pressure than she could stand. The next thing she noticed was, with the added squeeze already there, she couldn't keep her nipples from rubbing against the Wall.
I watched her squirm for a couple minutes as she figured this out. Her perplexity was pure pleasure.
Patting her on the ass, (which caused her to jump, and momentarily, but painfully, tighten the loop), I whispered in her ear, "Now, for your spanking."
She whimpered a half-hearted protest at the thought of being spanked like this. Like I said, she has achieved climax like this before, so I didn't have reason to believe her.
While most of our hardware is kept in an armoire off to the side, the whips, paddles, floggers, canes, bats, crops, and other hardware, like chains, were hanging close by, on their own hooks on the Wall. I wasn't going for "push" from a paddle, or pain from a whip or cane. I was going for "sting", so I chose a medium-wide headed crop.
Giving it a few good flicks from the wrist to make sure it was supple like I wanted, it made a nice sound cutting the air. The sound was not lost on Lady. She heard it loud and clear, knew just what was coming, and again weakly whimpered a protest. It fell on deaf ears.
I started slowly. Just a tap on each ass cheek. Instinctively, she tried to lower her hands and bend her legs. Both movements put the squeeze on her chest. And each time I made contact, she'd yelp from the blow, then from the pressure on her chest, then from the contact her nipples made with the Wall.
As the force and frequency increased, her movements soon became more erratic. She found, despite the obvious pain, a rhythm that put pressure on her clit, friction to her lips and pussy, a squeeze on her tits and got her engorged nipples to rub the Wall.
By the time I got her ass and thighs glowing a bright and angry red, she was hammering into the Wall of her own volition. Slamming her crotch and pelvis into the Wall, while tugging on the ropes and rubbing her tits against it as well. It became obvious that she was on the brink of orgasm but the pain was keeping her from going over. If she kept this up, she would, despite all our cautions, hurt herself.
Dropping the crop, I reached up and pulled the release end of the knot, and the rope dropped. I quickly pulled the rope from the Wall ring and from around her body. Moving her towards the bed, I released the bit-gag from her mouth as she was moaning, babbling and drooling like a fool.
She still had the spreader bars on when her bloated and sensitive tits hit the mattress. She tried to push herself back up, as her feet were still on the floor, and "looked" (her blindfold was still on) over her shoulder and yelled, "Fuck me. Fuck me, NOW!"
I gave her a slap on her glowing cheeks, which drove her back into the bedding, "You...do not...give...ORDERS!"
"I need you inside me. NOW! Please..." She almost cried as she gave the request.
Dropping my pants, I lined up with her dripping sex and using the "bra" rope still wrapped around her back like a set of reins, I drove into her. She let out a guttural yell that made me think I should have left the gag in.
She went over the edge the moment I was buried in her. Holding onto the rope, I felt like a bull rider, "You only have to hang on for eight seconds."
She bucked and slammed back into me as I held on to the rope, dragging her sore nipples against the covers, and grinding her fiery ass against me. She clawed the sheets, and made noises that should have had the police, the forest rangers, and animal control banging on the door. Not to mention the neighbors.
With each new orgasmic wave washing through her, she tightened up, and spasmed around me enough that I was beginning to think eight seconds was a long time. I wasn't sure I was going to make it.
Just as I was going over the edge myself, she had one last monster orgasm. She clamped onto me hard enough to hold me, as she shuddered her way through it. And I held onto the rope to keep from falling off her back. When I was finished I slumped over her back.
I had regained my composure while she was still recovering. Taking the opportunity, I unhooked the spreader on her arms, then did the same to her thigh cuffs. I undid the knots on her "bra" next. And when she was able to move again, I helped unravel her from the ropes. Then let her use the bathroom to freshen up.
It was one of the few concessions I gave her, first dibs on the bathroom after a session like this. I waited patiently for my turn, and marveled, as always, at her resilience. She never ceases to amaze me, and this time was no different.
Opening the door and moving cautiously on unsteady legs, she looked up at me, smiling, while yet managing to keep her head down, and said, "Again? Tomorrow night, Sir?"
