What Became of Me

“Don’t worry, I’ll be careful at the beginning. After all, I don’t want to break my new toy at the first opportunity”, Petra said as she prepared the coiled ropes.

I was presumptuous enough to believe that I didn’t really need such caution. Apparently, I hadn’t learned anything from the welts that decorated my tits after all.

“First, sit your cute ass as far back on the seat as you can. Sit nicely upright. Yes, like that.”

I was shaking a little when I repositioned my body, perhaps because my leg muscles were still tired from standing for so long earlier. But if I’m honest, it was probably just excitement. It had been some time since anyone had tied me up. I really missed the feeling of helplessness.

Petra began her work with a rope in two loops around my torso, just below my breasts. She wrapped a second double loop just above the base of my breasts. As she tightened the loops around the top bar of the chairback, I groaned. That was tight! My breasts were not squashed, my breathing was not restricted, but my upper body was firmly attached to the back of the chair.

“Put your hands behind the chairback!”

Petra clearly knew what she was doing. It didn’t take long before my hands were tied behind the chairback, not uncomfortable, without pressure points and without cutting off the blood supply, but tight. My upper arms were stretched back more than they natural to fit over the top bar of the chairback. I immediately felt pressure in my shoulders.

Finally, Petra bound my tied hands to the crossbar at the back of the lower part of the chair.

“Try to free your hands. If you can do it in two minutes, there’ll be a nice reward.”

I fidgeted, trying to free one hand and then the other from the multiple coils, tugged and pulled, tried to find a knot my fingers might be able to reach. But I quickly realized it was a futile endeavour. Maybe with a lot more time, but as it was, absolutely nothing could be done.

“What? Couldn’t do it? That’s a shame!” Petra commented teasingly. I knew for a fact that she had expected no other result. I assumed she liked to watch me struggle a bit. And I presumed it was also her way of letting me know that she knew the craft. And she definitely knew the craft.

“Put your feet on the desk! I want to crawl around on the floor as little as possible.”

This had the advantage that I could clearly see what Petra was doing. I observed the routine with which she prepared a single column tie for my ankles, the individual wraps nicely parallel, not too tight and with a small loop that wouldn’t tighten the coils around my ankle even under tension.

“Now spread your legs! Further! A little more. Further! Further, I said! Don’t make me beg you like that, you stupid thing.”

That was easier said than done. My legs were already spread at a pretty obtuse angle. I felt the unusual stretch in my hips. Petra finally helped, took my right foot, pulled it behind and tied the ankle to the back leg of the chair, just below the seat. She used the loop she had tied to anchor the foot to the backrest so that it couldn’t slide down the chair leg. A loop around my big toe restricted movement even more,

"We don’t want you fidgeting," Petra declared as she repeated the same procedure with my left foot.

By the time she was done, I barely had any room to move. My hands were fixed in place and along with the back of the chair they also held my arms in place. My upper body was rigidly connected to the backrest. My legs were so splayed and angled that I was unable to develop the strength to lift my body even slightly from the seat.

It really wasn’t a very complicated binding. Just a few ropes. But I was almost completely immobilized and helpless.

Petra took a few steps back, looked at her work and was obviously satisfied. Then she squatted directly in front of my chair.

“What a beautiful, unobstructed view of your greedy cunt I now have! Pussy juice has already collected down there again. It will soon run down onto the seat. And look at this! Your clitoris is so swollen that it’s peeking out brazenly from under its hood!”

Still crouching in front of me, Petra looked up and said straight into my face: “You have a beautiful but naughty cunt. It will be a pleasure to teach that thing obedience!”