Wendy

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WEAVING WENDY’S WEB
Part Two in a series by Sir Stephen
with a DO Try This At Home bonus
Originally published in Kink Magazine issue #3. 

After Wendy climaxed in her bathtub, Eric hugged her for a while before freeing her bound wrists from the shower rod.  “Are you nice and clean now, slavegirl?” he asked.   “Yes, if it pleases you, Master, replied Wendy, still breathing irregularly and somewhat shaken from her first orgasm in – was it four months? “Good,” said Eric, “A clean slave is a happy slave.”
Everything was a blur to Wendy as she was led back, toweled, clean and happy, to her bedroom where the bondage had begun.  There she was ordered to lie face down on the bed while Eric prepared more sections of rope.  Eric recalled a poster he had seen advertising a rave – it had featured a model tied in a leg web, and a caption to the effect of “Tarsis will be displeased if you do not attend!”  Eric tried to recreate the webbing he had seen. 

(Step 1)
Of Wendy’s fifty-foot rope Eric had used only six feet in the shower, two of which still held her wrists, and four of which he had retrieved from the shower rod.  He divided the remaining 44 feet into pieces 24, 16, and 4 feet long. 

(Step 2)
With Wendy now standing, Eric wound the original four-foot section around her waist and secured it just over her spine.  Then he had her sit on the edge of the bed while he tied the new four-foot section around her ankles, leaving some slack so that other ropes could pass through it later.  For this tie, Eric first found the mid-point of the rope, and then passed the two ends through it to begin a horizontal wrap around and around her legs just above the anklebones and extending up about two inches.  When he had only about a foot left on each strand he pulled them between her legs and wrapped them vertically, taking in what little slack he had left her. 

(Step 3)
Taking next his 24-foot section, Eric again found its midpoint and threaded its two ends through the ankle cinch next to one leg, and the midpoint through the same cinch next to the other leg.  Then he passed the two ends through the midpoint and had a nice anchor for upward rope-work.  Separating the two ends now and leaving the midpoint between her ankles, he wrapped the ends in opposite directions upward around her shins and thighs, crossing them the way shoelaces do once at mid-shin, once just above her knees, and twice on her upper thighs before tying them together about three inches below her inviting pussy.  Eric then helped Wendy to her feet and spread the remainder of this section on either side of her. 

(Step 4)
Meanwhile Eric selected the 16-foot section.  Finding once again the midpoint, Eric similarly anchored it to the ankle cinch.  This time, however, he kept the endpoints together after they passed through the midpoint and began to weave them vertically, forward and back through the points where the first rope crossed, both in front and in back. This had the effect of both aligning and tightening the first rope, so that now it was going nowhere.  After crossing in front of the knot below Wendy’s pussy, the ends were threaded gently and slowly between her upper thighs and back between her lovely cheeks.

(Step 5)
Next Eric threaded the endpoints between her spine and the waist-cinch, returning them over her rope belt and diagonally forward through her Labia Majora to the front.  The endpoints then came up to pass again between Wendy and her rope belt.  Bringing the ends forward, Eric criss-crossed them beneath their own strands rising up from her pussy, and brought them to the rear for a neat tie-off.

(Step 6)
The remaining ends of the 24-foor length Eric tied to Wendy’s rope belt about three inches on either side of her crotch-rope, making a nice “V” between her inner thighs just below her pussy and waist. 

“Is that comfortable, slavegirl?” he inquired.  Wendy responded with her best I-Dream-Of-Genie television voice: “Oh, yes, Master!” 
Wendy loved the way the webbing felt, and the sensation of the new nylon rope sliding in and around her thighs was even more sensual than her fantasies had been, when she wrestled herself to sleep pretending to be at the mercy of one or more (always cute) men.  As she stood up she held her bound wrists to the side of her face and admired the rope-work. 
Noticing some lipstick on her dresser, Eric freshened her lower lip with a dab and ordered her to rub her lips together.  Snatching a tissue, he pressed it to her mouth to remove the excess and obtained a dark-red picture of her mouth as he peeled it away.  Then he spied some nail polish on her dresser and carefully polished her finger and toenails a bright red.  “That looks better,” he pronounced happily.

Eric then helped Wendy back onto the bed, positioning her on her left side this time.  Kneeling behind her, Eric grabbed the crotch-rope with his right hand between her derriere cheeks and held Wendy’s head by her hair with his left. 
“Beg me to let you suck my cock, slavegirl,” Eric said, and Wendy was delighted to begin offering her services as a fellatrix.  With slight but meaningful tugs on her crotch-rope, Eric expressed his doubt as to her sincerity. 
“Oh, but Master!” Wendy insisted, “I need your cock in my mouth so bad!” 
“OK, slavegirl, suck my fingers and show me how you would lick my cock if you get lucky.” 
“Thank you, Master!” Wendy exclaimed, and the remainder of her dialogue consisted of contented slurping sounds, as she pulled his left middle and ring fingers deep into her mouth, and later when, inevitably, Eric succumbed to her non-verbal persuasion and positioned himself in front of her eager mouth for the best and possibly most passionately given head he had ever dreamed possible. 

“First, a nice tongue-washing for my balls,” he ordered, and when she proceeded unbidden to his shaft she earned a good pinch on each nipple before she learned to do only what Eric permitted. Wendy had always enjoyed performing fellatio, but had been restrained by the good girl/bad girl dichotomy.  That is, she had wanted to be enthusiastic about this part of sex, but had felt shy because her culture gave her mixed messages about female sexuality.  Women were supposed to be more sexy than sexual, and a truly sexual woman was actually feared by most people.  Now her role-playing as the submissive half of a power-exchanging couple freed her to go with her sexual feelings, feelings which not only religious people, but also doctrinaire feminists found objectionable.  Being ordered to do what she already wanted to do made it easier for Wendy to perform with the wild abandon she had always fantasized. 

“Mmmm” she cooed as she laved his scrotum, and again when he let her give, at first, only pretty closed-mouth kisses to the head of his penis.  Upon further instructions, Wendy was to kiss his cock’s head prettily, go slowly down as far as she could, come off just as slowly, lick once just below the head (on his frenum, his most sensitive part), and then to repeat the process. Wendy made a loud slurping sound each time she pulled off of his shaft, as though reluctant to let it leave her mouth.  Soon Eric was frustrated out of his mind, and he grabbed her head by the hair with both hands as he began regular thrusts past those lipsticked lips still humming with delight.  This procedure was calculated to drive him over the brink, as it did quickly, bringing Wendy a sense of accomplishment and Eric a release more wrenching than any he had experienced before. 

He kissed her eyelids then, gently, and her cheeks, hard, and at last her pouty red lips, so fiercely that his own lips were bruised between her teeth and his.  So hard that for a moment they both forgot she was tied up, still waiting for more punishment, and more orgasms, before their first session would be through. 

End  of Weaving Wendy’s Web, Wendy #2

story continues in Wendy

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