Tied Up Tease, is on the Menu. ♕

All Tied Up and No Place To Go.

My heart raced, and things lower in me began to tighten.  At first, the rope was wrapped firmly, slightly digging into my skin.  I dangle in the air the tied-up tease that I am. I felt their presence, and they were walking that fine line between pleasure and pain.  My body shifted, wiggling, testing their hold on me.  My waist stayed locked in position, and only my ankles and wrists were able to move.  I had the freedom to move my limbs a great deal sideways but limited vertical motion.  Meanwhile, my heart rate sped up I could feel the thumping in my chest.

Tied-up Teasing Treat for Six

For the time being, I lay there suspended above the long wooden table.  I look around me and I can count six men. Consequently, there are six men, and the table seats six. The place settings at the table are not your typical meal settings. Where are the spoons, forks, and plates?  They had been removed, and in their place were some items this tied-up tease recognized and some that I didn’t.  Thus sat six rose-rimmed wine glasses around the table.  To the right, A display of large and small whips and floggers lay neatly placed around the table.   To the left, an assortment of anal beads and clamps are there as well.   In the center of the table sat a glass bowl with what appeared to be an assorted variety of condoms.

Some One Rings the Dinner Bell

The room was still. The beating of my heart drummed in my ears.  In the distance, I heard a loud click and then another.  It was the sound of boots against the cold, hard floor. I knew that sound, I knew the sound of those boots and the man who was wearing them. The memories flashing in my mind seemed too much, and a small moan passed my lips. A laugh filled the room, his laugh, and it caused chills across my body. “Oh, sweet Bella, my little tied-up tease,” he said. He addressed the room, thanking them all for their attendance. He reminded them that they were to obey the rules. Standing only a few feet from me, with his eyes locked on mine.  Meanwhile, he grinned his sexy, devilish grin at me as he ended his speech with “bon appétit”.

Piggies to a Troff

All at once, I felt my skin being touched. Some touches were soft, like petting a kitten. While some were blunt pokes clumsy like one poking a dead animal with a stick. Next, I felt a tickling of my tongue as its wetness spread across the arch of my foot. I felt the warmth of their breath as their lips spread and they began to place them all over my body. Soon, they covered this tied-up tease in tiny kisses and branded me with their teeth.  My eyes never left his. For now, his grin remained the same, but I could see the rise of pleasure he held in his eyes. In other words, he was enjoying himself as he feasted not by touch but by sight, and I am happy to give him his fill of his sexy little freak.