felicity bends over backwards
angie had given me the idea when she said that felicity would
bend over backwards to learn more about bdsm, now that we
had got her started she wanted more.
unlike angie, felicity had the grace to be nervous. unfortunately
shes one of those who cant stop talking when excited, so
the ballgag head harness was the first thing before she
had even undressed!
once naked i tied her wrists together behind her back, palm
to palm so as not to cut circulation, then tied her elbows
together, drawing them closer and closer till they almost
touched.
next i wrapped six turns around felicitys waist, knotted
it in front and ran the end up to the ceiling-beam ring, tying
it off so that her heels still touched the ground, although
once i strapped her ankles into the cuffs at each end of the
spreader-bar, her weight was taken as much by the waist
rope as the balls of her feet.
itied a rope to her wrist rope, threaded it through the ring
in the middle of the leg spreader and pulled.
i could feel the natural resistance in felicitys body,
fighting to prevent herself falling backwards, until
she passed the tipping point and her weight transferred
almost completely to the waist rope and her wrists stretched
down almost to the bar.
she was struggling to hold her head level so i tide a rope
from the d-ring at the top of the head harness to the bar as
well, so she was looking at the floor just behind her heels.
a tough position for anyone, not least a new-comer to bondage,
i reckoned if she lasted half an hour shed have done brilliantly,
so i set to work without delay.
her nipples were already rock hard so i snapped on the clamps
and hung a weight on the middle of the chain which joined
them. the weight rolled from side to side on her backward
stretched throat pulling on each nipple in turn.
lubricating a vibrating bullet with the wetness from her
pussy, i popped it straight into her arse and turned on the
vibes.
her nub was engorged as i ran my finger around it and the clothes
peg pointed vertically to the ceiling once i had clamped
it on.
some groaning was now coming from behind the gag and i looked
down to see a couple of tears on felicitys forehead, but
no bell ringing so i set to with the riding crop.
a very rapid flicking of the wrist produces a machine-gun
effect of little explosions on the target area and as i worked
on the underside of her breasts, felicitys body jerked
about like a puppet with the DTs.
from the other side i worked up the inside of each opened
thigh and finally around the erect clothes peg until i judged
from the wetness spreading down her legs that she was ready.
replacing the whip with the fingers of my left hand around
her reddened mound, i used my right to push the long dildo
straight inside her dripping pussy.
the third stroke sent her body into spasm as a huge wave of
orgasm hit her. the dildo was practically ripped from my
hand as her muscles contracted around it and for a good couple
of minutes the hanging body gurgled and twitched before
finally staying limply still.
i quickly lowered her down to the floor and untied everything
except the wrists.
as i unbuckled the gag her eyes opened and stared staight
into mine. she worked her jaw then:
"O MY GOD!"
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