Tales of the Rope

Chapter 18: Hot Summer Day

Chapter 18: Hot Summer Day

She twisted slowly in midair; a package of beauty amid the green leaves and speckled shadows under the pepper tree. I admired the scene as I sat back in the web chair and sipped ice tea. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Glenda was a beautiful woman, one to be admired under any conditions, but Glenda naked and tied up is a thing of profound beauty.

I noticed how the distance between her head and the ground was the same as the distance from her feet to the massive branch that supported her weight. It was an easy path for my eye to roam down the rope to those pretty feet. The toes pointed upward, providing a nice arch. The ankles were very close together, of course, welded tightly by white rope wrapped many times around her slender ankles and cinched down quite firmly by her weight pulling downward. I let my attention drift downward along calves and knees and smooth-skinned thighs to linger lovingly at the fury triangle as it came into view, then at the smooth, round bottom as it made its appearance.

Eventually, my gaze drifted down the concave tummy to the large breasts with their nipples so nicely taut and pointing straight at my eyes. As her body twisted slowly and the prizewinning breasts passed from view, her bound wrists came to the fore. I sighed at the way they had been crossed then pulled up high on her back to be tied to the leather collar around her lovely neck. It was a good way to bind a girl’s hands, because it held them firmly against her back whether she was on her feet or hanging upside down as Glenda was now.

And what can I say of her face, that vision of beauty framed by raven black hair, those deep green eyes with their tiny emerald spark of lust? Well, the hair was hanging down right then, but it still looked beautiful. Her eyes still held that spark, although whether lust or anger was a bit hard to tell right then. And she would not be telling anyone, for her soft lips were forced back and spread by a cruel gag made from a rubber ball and a small leather strap.

Now and then I had to reach out with my foot to add some momentum to the hanging girl so she would twist around in her funny little inverted dance. At times she hung limp but other times she twisted and turned of her own accord, tugging at the tight ropes and shaking her head as if to free herself from the gag. But a woman does not escape my bondage, and Glenda remained suspended between earth and heaven, a vision of beauty and desire.

But I am not a cruel master! Lest you think this lovely girl mistreated and me guilty of heinous crimes against her person, let me inform you that the situation she found herself in on that warm summer afternoon was one of her own suggestion! Well, to be honest, not all the details were suggested by her. Actually, she rather dislikes that ball gag and the way it fills her mouth, forcing her tongue down and her jaw open. And the exact manner of binding on her wrists was my own creation. But she had offered her body for an experiment in suspension. I’m sure she would have approved of the exact manner of execution of this experiment had she been able to talk at that moment.