that Andrei did all his actions to the music and even now the handing off occurred with light jerks to the beat of the drum. Now I think that all this was not casual. And then, after a couple of minutes, my hands were pulled together. After that, the legs began to pull up to them, both of them, as Andrew prudently threw a loop of the shoelace and onto my second leg. And only having done all this, Andrew tied the end of the cord into a knot and let me go for the first time. I was lying on the floor on my stomach, my arms and legs were tied back together in one knot, and I felt like my skirt had ridden a little. In general, as Andrew promised, my posture was humiliating and scary for me. Andrey took something else from the drawer of the table and bent over my head. Having collected all my hair on the nape with one hand, he abruptly threw back my head and wrapped my neck in a wide short strap, like a collar. Zipping him up and not letting me come to his senses, he inserted a gag in the shape of a ball, with a cord drawn through it, which Andrei immediately tied behind his head, and who recently had the opportunity to spit it out into my mouth. With a gag, I could now only moan and moan. Having finished with this, Andrew untied my legs without uncoupling my hands and lifted me up. “You think it's all over,” he asked. No, now everything is just beginning, and for this I will bind you stronger. ” In the hands of Anray appeared. something of thick rope, with some kind of loops and knots. The rope was much thicker and rougher than the cord that Andrew used when dancing. I imagined how this rope entangled my limbs and unexpectedly for myself noted that I have much less fear before this rough captivity than I was at the beginning. The music continued to sound. Andrei threw a big loop over my head on my shoulders, tied the other ends around my waist, and the third somehow passed through my back, with my armpits, then tied around my breasts. My elbows were also tightly pulled together, which made the breasts stand out in relief. In general, I didn’t remember how it was done, only Andrei himself could figure out this clever interweaving of scraps of rope. But in the end, my upper torso was similar (I saw it, because Andrew again led me to the mirror) on a piece of macrame. The rope pattern was symmetrical and the white rope on my black blouse looked very distinct. I would even say that she emphasized the whole of my figure. Apparently, there was some sense in this, but then for me it was all new and unknown. Andrei put me back on the chair. “You’re half ready,” he said. “Let’s get started.” His fingers began to slowly unbutton the buttons of the blouse on my chest. Having finished with this, Andrew slowly began to expose my chest, gently passing the fabric of the walk under the ropes that tightened me. He did not succeed in completely removing it, but apparently it was not part of his intentions. Soon my breasts were closed only in the bra. The bra had a fastener in front, and therefore after another couple of minutes my chest was exposed in the same way. Both breasts, accentuated by the ropes pulling them together, protruded, and the nipples of treason swelled. Andrew's hands began to stroke and pinch them. I felt a sense of desire, an ordinary feeling of sexual arousal, penetrating into a mixture of my feelings of shame, fear and uncertainty. And as far as the feeling was ordinary in nature, it seemed so unusual to me the strength and pace of its penetration into my soul. I remember how my body shook, when Andrew fastened one small clothespin to the tips of her nipples. I groaned and writhed in my fetters, and it seems to me that this excited even more. Suddenly, Andrew lifted me from the chair. “It seems it's time to take care of your lower part,” he said.Two long rope ends hung in front of my waist. Andrey's hands pulled off the belt of my skirt and let both cords over her. Then his hands slid down my budra and I felt his touch under my skirt. Feeling Andrei drew off the gum of my panties and missed both cords and under them. Then a sharp movement spread my legs. For the next few minutes, I felt that Andrey's hands, being in my panties, now in front, then behind, but not removing them, tied each of my thighs with a rope, tied knots in the area of ​​my crotch, and then removed the remaining ends between the buttocks to the top from under the skirt in the spine. Andrei wanted to tie these ends to the hands of my hands, but for some reason he wondered. And my hands remained bound only in the area of ​​the hands and elbows. Oh, it would be better if he tied them to my body! But I did not have to choose. And now both of the released ends of the rope, which passed between my crotch and buttocks, were in Andrew’s hands. “Let's dance?” Andrei pulled me half-dressed to me and pumped this time very strongly to the beat of the music. His hand holding the ends of the rope, then loosened the tension, then strengthened it. And, my God, excitement again engulfed my body. I was embarrassed to realize how Andrew hears my moans coming from under the gag, but I could not help myself. Andrei led me in a dance somewhere to the window, into a corner. There he moved to me from behind, and, clasping my bound hands, he began to lift them up. My body has once again begun to sag forward this time, this time with the only difference that the hands were behind my back and rose up, not down. Andrei pressed me to the wall, near the water pipe, which stretched upwards. A rope hung from above somewhere. Andrew missed its end through the ring of one of my straps and pulled my hands even higher, tied a knot. My long curls dangling down did not allow me to see what Andy was up to with me now. But, after a second, I already understood this, having felt like Andrei from behind pulls my skirt up to the top. Now he surveys my buttocks, dressed in black panties, lace gum stockings. He sees those ropes that have entangled the hips, and others laid between the buttocks. I couldn’t even move - the arms upturned to the top forced me to be in a stationary tilted state. “I want to take care of your these rounds,” said Andrei. “But for this, as I have already promised, I must appoint you.” And with these words, Andrew, holding the gum of my panties abruptly put them on my buttocks. “Your posture is just great and nothing will stop me from making a slight execution. No one has ever flogged you? ”He asked, pulling out his trouser belt. Without waiting for an answer, (and how could I answer with a gag in my mouth) Andrew swung and smacked a soft blow on my buttocks. I twitched, but Andrei’s hand holding the ends of the ropes between the buttocks brought me back into place. I felt how they stretched, digging into my crotch. I felt the second slap and again supporting the ends. Then more and more. It was truly torture. The rope burned my hot areas, blows rained down on my buttocks, I was both wearing clothes and at the same time I was all naked, I had a gag in my mouth, my whole body was wrapped in a rope, my hands were tied up and tilted up, giving a pose in which that Andrei was doing with me now was very convenient for him. It is not enough to say that no one else has done this to me, I just could not even imagine it. Finally, Andrew decided to untie me. He lowered his skirt, but did not lift his panties. In his hand, I saw a long, probably about a meter, round stick, at the ends of which short laces were hanging. Apparently this was my new test. A second later, the stick was threaded between my legs. A new dance of my torment and torture began. Andrew put one end of the stick on the edge of the bed, and the other held himself. I kind of sat on it.Andrei put his arm around my shoulders with his free hand and with soft dancing movements and turning the stick, he turned his back to the bed. A few seconds later I rested her calves on her legs. Andrew, grabbing the waist, knocked me onto the bed on my back and threw my leg over the stick. Now he was placed on my knees. At that instant, Andrew, grasping her ends, threw back my legs and pressed my knees to my chest. The skirt slid off my thighs, revealing a view of my buttocks and lowered panties. Not letting my legs fall, Andrew quickly tied the ends of the laces passed through the ends of the stick through the ring on my collar. This was my new posture. The next movement, Andrew took off her panties with my legs completely. Then, passing the string through the straps on my legs, Andrei stretched them wide apart and tied to the ends of the stick. My entire crotch and buttocks were wide open and accessible. Andrei's hands fell on my inner thighs and began to feel the nearby places, stroking, pinching and massaging them. I closed my eyes and felt that I was about to lose consciousness. The waves rolled on me one after another. And Andrey excelled in his torture more and more. All my grooves were tested with his fingers, in some places clothespins were hanging, a vibrator was inserted deep inside me. Convulsions shook my body, tears flowed from my eyes, I writhed and moaned, risking breaking my arms and legs.

I cannot tell in detail what happened afterwards and for how long it lasted. Just the state of my arousal reached unimaginable that time. I was on the verge of madness. I remember how Andrew untied my legs and put on women’s pantaloons. They tightly relieved my buttocks, not allowing the vibrator to slip. I also remember how Andrey completely untied me, locked a metal chain on my collar and, putting me on my knees and then on all fours, pulled my neck to the leg of the bed by the floor. I also remember the shaking of the orgasm that rolled through my body, I remember the sticky warm liquid splashing into my mouth and the moans of my tormentor.