“I think it's time,” she said.
“Time? Time for what?” He was genuinely puzzled.
“Time to find out if you're as ready as you think,” she responded.
He still didn't get it, so she went on.
“You were telling me how you want to spend more time tied up, right?”
“Well yeah. Is that what it's time for?”
She nodded. “Yep, that's what it's time for.”
“Well then I agree. It's definitely time. What do you want me to do?”
“First I want you to take off your clothes. All of 'em.”
He quickly complied and was soon standing naked before her. His cock was already standing up.
“Ooh,” she said. “Someone is certainly ready.”
“He's always ready. Where do you want me?”
“I want you to get the ropes out and start by installing one of those fancy cock ropes you like so much.”
He selected a fifteen foot length of clothesline and wrapped it around his waist, pulling it between his legs and quickly constructing a little harness that showed off his butt, and finished it with several turns around his cock and balls.
“Very nice,” she cooed. “Now get the mirrors set so you can watch. Then tie your legs together. I want four good sized ropes used and I want 'em tight. Got it?”
“Yes, ma'am.”
“Good. Nice and neat, nice and tight, and nice and quick. I'll be back in a few minutes.”
As she breezed out the door, he got to work. First he set up three mirrors. Then he wrapped and cinched one rope around his ankles, one above and another below his knees, and a fourth around the top of his thighs. He linked the thigh rope to the crotch rope to keep it from slipping down his legs. He was admiring himself in the mirror when she came back.
“Looks good,” she said. “Now it's my turn. Kneel on the floor in front of me.”
He wriggled himself into position and she began tying his upper body. She wrapped and cinched his wrists behind his back and followed that with a strap holding his elbows together and tight against his body. Another rope went around his waist, pinning his wrists to the base of his spine. She had him sit on his heels and wrapped a long rope around his thighs and ankles, effectively tying him into a kneeling position.
She stuffed a wadded up handkerchief into his mouth and tied it in place with another handkerchief wrapped around behind his neck. After helping him lie down on his stomach, she tied his wrists to his ankles. He was in the tightest hogtie he could imagine. He could squirm a little but wasn't going anywhere.
“I'm hungry,” she announced. “Think I'll go make myself a sandwich. I'd offer to bring you something but it doesn't look like you're in any condition to eat right now. So you go ahead and squirm around if you like. But no orgasm, you hear? Not til I say so.”
He heard her moving around in the kitchen and craned his neck so he could see himself in the mirrors, tightly bound and completely naked. Usually he was allowed at least undershorts and socks. She had suggested squirming and he found the sight of his trussed up body quite entertaining, but rug burn was a definite possibility. And with his bound cock pressing against the floor, even a little squirming could definitely lead to an orgasm. He wasn't sure he wanted to find out what the punishment for unauthorized orgasm would be, so he limited himself to minor wriggling.
Eventually she came back to the bedroom.
“You look pretty good, all trussed up like that. Let's see if you can turn yourself over. I wanna see your front.”
He began rocking back and forth, trying to build up enough momentum to turn himself. Eventually he got himself onto his side, and with a little assistance from her, all the way over onto his back. His feet were tucked up under his butt, his muscles were straining and the ropes were biting into his flesh, but his cock was only interested in what she might want to do to it. Kneeling beside him, she began gently running her hands over his body, eliciting shivers and moans as she skillfully and repeatedly led him up to the edge of explosion and then backed off. After a while she sat back on her heels and looked him over.
“Are you uncomfortable” she asked.
“Mmf, mmf,” he answered.
“Good, cuz you're gonna stay like that for a while. In fact, I plan to keep you tied up until you've had enough. And maybe even longer. Whatta ya think about that?”
“Mmf. Mmm mmm mmf.” What else could he say?
“I heard something once. Was it from you? I think it was something like 'It's not really bondage until you want to be untied.' Sound familiar?”
She pulled a timer out her skirt pocket, pushed the start button, and set it on the end table.
“When that goes off, I'll be back,” she said.
“Mm mmg?” he asked.
“How long? Let's see.” She picked up the timer. “Well I had it set for half an hour, but since you asked, I'll change it.” She pushed some buttons and then restarted the timer.
“There, “ she announced. “Just for you, I added another thirty minutes. See ya.”
She stood and walked out the door, ignoring his muffled complaints.
He lay on his back in sexually charged discomfort. He'd been in this position for only a brief time and already his muscles and tendons were screaming in protest. He squirmed around, trying to find a position that relieved some of the stress and eventually settled into what felt like the most comfortable position available. His erection had subsided somewhat but was still his primary focus. She can't really mean to leave me here for a whole hour, he thought. But he was wrong.
************
When she finally returned, she helped him roll back onto his side, disconnected his wrists from his ankles and removed the rope holding his ankles against his butt. He stretched his legs out slowly, luxuriating in the feel of relative freedom, even though he was stilled swathed in ropes.
“Okay, let's see you get yourself back up on the bed. I want you sitting on the edge and I'm not about to lift you.”
He began wriggling around, eventually flopping belly first onto the bed with his knees on the floor.
“You're sure taking your own sweet time with this,” she admonished. “Doesn't look that difficult to me. Maybe I should add a couple more ropes to make it more challenging. What do you think?”
“Mmf mmf!” he responded, shaking his head, and with one more push and twist, managed to get himself upright on the bed.
“Better,” she purred, as she sat behind him with her legs straddling his hips. She removed the rope holding his wrists against his back, slid up against his bound hands, and allowed him to go to work on her, reaching several peaks before she backed away.
“That was nice,” she murmured. “Do you want one?”
“Mmm hmm, mmm hmm!” he signaled, nodding furiously.
“No? Oh. “ she said, feigning disappointment. “Well, maybe later then. I guess now it's time for those other ropes you were asking for earlier. You wait here. I'll be right back.”
She soon returned, pushing the wheeled office chair.
“If I recall, you like the idea of being tied to a chair. Of course you like the idea of being tied anywhere. But still, let's see what we can do. Stand up and turn around.”
He stood and hopped around so that he was facing the bed. She pushed the chair up against the back of his knees and held it steady while he sat, guiding his arms over the chair back. She dumped the rest of the rope collection on the bed and went to work attaching him to the chair. Finally she stood behind him and they both admired her handiwork. His semi-erect penis stood out from the yards of clothesline wrapped around his naked body. He shivered.
“Wow,” she commented. “You look, um, thoroughly tied up there, don'tcha think? And that was a lot of work, so I'm gonna leave you like that for a while.”
She fumbled with the timer for a bit, then looked questioningly at him. He knew better than to ask how long. Stupid, maybe. But not that stupid. She started the timer, turned on a fan, and left the room.
He sat, admiring the trussed up man in the mirrors and wondering how long he would have to wait. He emptied his mind, listened to the whir of the fan, watched the mirrors, and drifted. After a while he went to his 'place' and time stopped. But only for a while. He developed a cramp in his butt which threatened to ruin the bliss he was feeling but he soon managed to squirm enough for it to subside. Then the itches started. They required all his self control skills but eventually he overcame them as well. He thought he had a pretty good internal clock but often lost track when he went into a bondage trance. Nevertheless, he was certain he'd been in the chair for at least an hour, probably more, when the timer went off and she returned.
“How ya doin'?” she asked.
“Mmmf!” he replied.
“Does that mean you've had enough?”
He nodded.
“Well let's get you our of that chair then.”
She methodically removed the ropes holding him to the chair and untied his wrists and arms, but left the gag in place and his legs bound. She brought his arms gently around to his front and, before he realized what she was doing, retied them.
“MMM!” he announced.
“No, not yet,” she replied. “I have something else to try. Stand up.”
He did as he was told. She worked a short piece of rope through the eyebolt in the ceiling, connected it to his bound wrists, and pulled the loose end until he was stretched out almost on his toes before tying it off. Once again the timer was set and she left him.
This wasn't much fun anymore. Although it still had hopes, his cock had mostly given up on any chance of relief. His legs had been bound together so long he wondered if he would be able to walk. And now his arms were pulled over his head and his shoulder muscles were starting to complain. He began trying to free himself in earnest but she knew her knots and had kept them away from prying fingers. Then he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Oh my. A tightly bound naked man hanging by his wrists. His cock got interested again. Just then, she returned.
She saw his newly resurrected erection and shook her head sadly.
“I thought maybe it was time to let you go,” she said. “But it looks like you're not ready yet. Still, maybe we oughta get your arms down. That can't be comfortable, regardless of what Mr Penis is saying.”
She quickly untied him from the eyebolt and helped him sit on the floor. Then she brought his knees up to his chest, tied a short rope to his ankle rope and connected that to a rope around his waist, and finally pulled his wrists over his knees and tied them to his ankles. He was now bound in a ball.
“My big goofy meat ball,” she said. “See you later.”
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He hadn't been asleep, but he hadn't exactly been awake either. Her voice startled him.
“You've been tied up for four hours,” she said. “I thought you'd be begging for release by now. Guess I underestimated you. But still...”
She set about untying him. Soon he was untied, sitting naked in a daze amidst a pile of ropes.
“After you get those all coiled up and put away you can come have supper. Then we'll discuss what we're going to do about a guy who just can't get enough.”
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