Tight Hogtie Therapy

Description:

The silky black spandex of Lydia's catsuit clung to her curves as she eagerly scampered over to the plush bed, satin sheets calling her name like a siren song. It had been far too long since her last rope therapy session with me, and the tension in her body was palpable. As I carefully straightened out the ropes in my hands, admiring their supple strength, Lydia's anticipation was electric.

I methodically began to bind her lithe form, the coils of rope snaking around her limbs with purpose. First came her wrists, crossed snugly behind her back, the ropes digging into her flesh just shy of too tight. Then her elbows, yanked together until she had to hunch her shoulders and the pride of her breasts strained against the skintight spandex. Her ankles joined next, then her knees, each limb drawn unnaturally towards the others until she was trussed up tight.

All the while, Lydia's breathing came faster, shallower, as the tight embrace of the ropes stole what remained of her mobility. I could feel the tension releasing out of her as each coil crept on, her muscles unwinding from their knots of stress and worry. When at last I rolled her onto her stomach and wrenched her wrists and ankles together behind her back, she was pliant as a doll in my hands.

I cinched the final ropes into place, admiring my handiwork as she lay arched in an excruciating yet blissful hogtie on the bed. I secured a thick ball gag between her teeth and we were done. Lydia's eyes fluttered shut as she sank into her bonds, the world falling away until only the tugging ropes remained. I set a soft timer and let her drift on that warm sea, the ropes working their magic to banish every care and concern, leaving her limp and slack when her time was up - a blissful ragdoll of a girl, utterly content and untroubled.