He looked thoughtful before answering in his deep, melodic voice.
“Very few people know. I don’t broadcast it because there are some who view this interest as a weird fetish. They don’t understand. Your own experience a few days ago will have convinced you that when you let somebody take complete control of your body, it becomes a very emotional journey and it’s different for every person who allows themselves to be tied. Trish has become a very special friend. I know we’re not exclusive, but we do share a special bond and I did not want to run the risk of ruining our friendship by trying to lead her somewhere she did not want to go, so we’ve never even talked about it.”
Trish watched our exchange with interest.
“Trish and I talked about it after you left,” I continued. “Although she says she’s not very keen on being tied, she agreed with me yesterday that she would consider it providing you met some iron-clad guarantees.”
Jack laughed at me. “I think I can guess most of them. At the top of her list is a total ban on the possibility of being fisted. She has the tightest pussy I know and is proud of it. How is my guesswork so far?”
Trish and I laughed back.
“Right on Jack! That was the first thing she talked about. By the way, mine has shrunk back to normal again in case you’re interested.”
“SUZIE!” shrieked Trish. “Too much information. Besides, Jack’s mine tonight.”
I pressed on undaunted. “So Jack, what other things will Trish not want?”
“Ahh well, she’s a softy at heart. I doubt that she’ll get off on pain in the way that you do. That’s the thing about rope though girls, you don’t have to suffer agonizing pain. You need to set boundaries before you start so the bunny has complete confidence when she concedes control to her rope master. Without that trust, the experience will not be good for either party.”
Thinking back, I remembered that he had used the word “trust” several times when he tied me. Did he abuse that trust? I don’t think so, though if he had told me beforehand exactly what he intended to do to me I would probably have objected. I think it was Jack’s ability to read my response and push me well beyond my normal limits that made my experience so special.
“Why don’t we head over to the shed and let me show both of you what’s possible. And Trish, I promise you will not be penetrated in any way, nor will you be struck with anything. You’ve got the body of a gymnast, so you’ll probably enjoy it.”
Jack gathered his duffle bag from his truck and with some reluctance on Trish’s part, we headed to the shed again in Trish’s battered truck. The large bamboo pole still hung from the rafters. I noticed a couple of thinner poles lying on the floor I had failed to notice earlier.
“You first,” said Jack pointing in my direction. Trish gasped, watching him gather me to him and kissing me forcefully. Never relinquishing our kiss, he took my hands, placing them behind my head and wordlessly encouraging me to intertwine my fingers.
Working quickly, Jack extracted coils of rope from his duffle bag and laced my upper torso in a tight harness, leaving my arms free but separating my tits nicely. Looking down, I could see my nipples standing proudly at attention. Leaving me standing, he gathered up one of the smaller bamboo poles from the floor and standing behind me, fixed it to my harness. Using fresh coils of rope, he laced my arms to the pole until I looked as though I was suspended on a crucifix.
Still standing behind me, he used his knees to buckle my legs and gently lowered me to a sitting position.
“You won’t be needing these.” He sniggered as he pulled down my panties and threw them aside. “And you are so over-dressed!”
“You didn’t ask me to take anything off, Jack,” I complained.
“No I didn’t,” he admitted, turning to me with a pair of safety shears in hand. “But it’s all coming off anyway.”
By the time I realized what he was doing, he had already cut away most of my favourite summer dress and sliced my bra straps. Totally ignoring my objections, he cut away every remnant of my clothing and threw the pieces aside until I was stark naked in my rope prison.
Calling Trish over, he asked for her help.
“Kiss her Trish.” He commanded, “and suck on her tits. She has very sensitive nipples.”
“Jaaaack” she grizzled. “I’m not sure I want to go there.”
“I didn’t ask you girl. Just do it!”
She did as she was told and let me tell you, Trish is one hell of a good kisser! Meanwhile, Jack took my ankles, one at a time, folding them into my thighs and tying them tightly. I tried to preserve some essence of modesty by keeping my knees together but I was fighting a losing battle. Another rope, attached to my knee, drew my leg upwards toward my hand. I was now lying flat on my back being slowly exposed. I knew he would do the same with the other leg, which left me on my back, arms outstretched and fixed there on a bamboo pole, with my thighs forced obscenely open, completely helpless. Surprisingly, the position I was in was not particularly uncomfortable but it was humiliating to have my pussy spread like a half peeled banana in front of Trish. She stuck to her task, kissing my mouth passionately, and then sucking alternately on my nipples. It might not be heaven, but I think I could see it from there.
“Bite them!” Jack’s order broke the sound of sucking and slurping.
Trish’s teeth gently massaged my nipples.
“I said BITE HER FUCKING NIPPLES, TRISH.”
Startled, she bit with a little more force.
“Harder!” Jack ordered.
I winced a little as she bit, quickly followed by some soft suckling.
Jack seemed satisfied with this interpretation, smiling broadly each time I winced in pain but offering no criticism when Trish tried to comfort me.
“Trish, you need to understand that Suzie needs pain. She may not realise it herself, but if you check, you’ll find her pussy is dripping already and we’ve only just started.”
Trish checked, to find that Jack’s prediction was 100% correct.
“You’re soaked, Suzie!”
“Now that you agree with me Trish, you’d better get her to lick your fingers clean.”
She delicately offered me her wet fingers, which I diligently sucked deep into my mouth, savouring my own taste.
One more task for you Trish, before I introduce you to my rope. Smack Suzie, and hard. You can start on her butt if you like, which will be less stressful for you, but I want you to move from there to her tits and finally to her pussy. You will strike her hard enough to make her cry out. Trust me on this — she craves the pain.”
I was about to object when Trish’s hand descended on my exposed buttock. She finally realized that it was futile to start softly because eventually Jack would bully her into the force he demanded from her. A hard slap landed on the other cheek. I was about to cry out when she switched her focus to my tits, slapping them hard with an open hand. This time I did cry out. Her backhanded slaps landed flush on each exposed nipple, making me gasp with each strike.
“Now her pussy and then we’re done.”
Perhaps empathy made Trish pull her strikes at first. They were gentle and stimulating and Jack knew it.