SCHOOLGIRL FANTASY

Tied tightly, the white fabric blouse stretched appetizingly across her breasts as she leaned over the bed, and the tiny pink plaid schoolgirl skirt revealed just a hint of the white cotton panties Bianca was wearing underneath.  “So tell me, how do you like your teachers this year?”, I asked.  “Well”, she said, “there’s this one young teacher, he’s pretty hot, blond and looks strong…”; she smiled mischieviously.  “Last week he asked me to help him move some books back onto the library upper shelves, and I had to climb one of those rolling ladders…”, she gushed.  “Oooh, and I bet you gave him a quite a show, didn’t you?”, I asked.  “Yes, I did, and he could surely see that I got wet; it was really hot.  I’ve been trying to get his attention all year…”, she admitted, grinning. 

Costumes are usually an invitation for further BDSM adventures, and this time I had some wicked ideas.  I had been dreaming about teasing Bianca with a crotch rope, tied to her wrists, so that if she pulled on her restraints, it would tighten the crotch rope into her pussy.  So as we were talking, I had taken some black rope (there’s a couple of 12’ lengths always within arm’s reach…), and laid a doubled length across the bed, so it would be about breast-high when Bianca laid down, spaced so the loop end would be in front.  She wriggled as she adjusted that little skirt, futilely trying to cover the panties, and quivered at my touch, and hot kisses, as I brought the rope up around her sides, pulled it through the loop end in front, tight (but comfortable…) across her breasts and arms, and knotted it there.  More hot kisses and escalating sensations followed. 

“Now I’m going to cuff your wrists together”, I told her, and I buckled each wrist onto a double-end restraint strap, so they were held about 8” apart.  “Mmmm, Bianca, you are a beautiful sight…”, I murmered as I sat back to appreciate her bound like this…when inspiration struck for the crotch rope!  There was a lot of that doubled breast rope left after tying the knot, and now I pulled the rope downward, first wrapping it once around the strap between her wrist cuffs, then sliding it under her skirt (take your time doing this…I did…!), and down between her legs, over those white cotton panties.  Perfect. I pulled the rope all the way down, tucked the excess under her hips, and leaned on the rope bundle to draw it tightly against her pussy.  More hot kisses and escalating sensations; Bianca trembled when I arranged the breast rope just under her nipples, and began to tease her breasts. And she shuddered as I untied that little blouse and pulled back the fabric, revealing her naked breasts to the ropes.

Now it was time for the panties to come off.  But not all the way, just to mid-thigh; and I carefully replaced the crotch rope, this time, directly onto her pussy.  She whimpers now, whenever I pull tighter on the rope, and she can’t open her legs because of the panties restraining her legs.  “Ooooaaah, the original spreader bar..!”, she giggled.  By now, Bianca’s pussy was plumped and begging for more stimulation, and so I obliged, and brought out our new suede flogger.   

But first, I gave her legs a little more freedom, and moved the panties down to her ankles.  “Ohhhh!”, she gasped, as the suede tendrils came down on her pussy repeatedly. “Slower, oh please…”, she begged me, and by leaving a little time between each stroke, her moaning and writhing were my sweet rewards, as I kept tightening the crotch rope, and gradually increasing the pace of the strokes, until she was in a near-frenzy.  That’s what we like.

Now, with our favorite lubricant on my fingers, I lifted the crotch rope, smoothed the gel into her pussy, replaced the rope, and continued whipping her pussy.  Much hotter still.  And then, another inspiration:  I lift the crotch rope, which is still connected to her wrist restraint, and take the two rope ends around her hips and under her thighs, and tie them together there, which holds the restraint strap more firmly in place, and adds stimulation when the rope’s being pulled tight under her butt.  Mmmm.   Now I can spread her pussy wide open, so the tendrils sting her clit directly, for a few more snaps of the whip; I twist the panties at Bianca’s  ankles to pull her legs closer together, too, intensifying everything.  She’s now way beyond frenzy, and it’s time for me to join the party.  Thrusting into her hard and slowly, pulling the breast rope tighter while I teased her nipples, grabbing the rope under her thighs and restraining her arms further, her tension against the ropes, everything combined and…BLAM!  I think she came for twenty minutes, making the most exciting, grunting, moaning, sounds of ecstacy; it was quite a ride.  Very happy wife.    

I’ve discovered something.  Bianca is sensitive to being tied too tight…at first.  But as she heats up, she enjoys having her restraints tightened, in fact, it really stokes the fires.  So I’ve got a new maxim:  “tighter as you go”.  I always want to tie her really tight right away, and have felt rejected when she resisted.  So now, knowing that my opportunity will uh, come, I’m learning to bide my time, and tie her in bonds that can be easily tightened later.  I’ve been surprised and massively aroused by just how tight she’ll take it in the throes of passion.  Patience really is a virtue.