He had asked me to pick up some rope and I was like “what for?” He never did tell me, but told me I best not come home without it. Frantically, I went into every store where I thought I could buy actual rope. Mind you, I had to say my man wanted to put up a clothesline. I truly was at a loss for words as I had no idea what he was planning. As most of the stores carried the plastic type of clothesline, they tried to sell it to me, but I couldn’t take it. Trust me when I tell you the clerks at the store gave me odd looks because of my insistence of the real thing. All in all, the real thing could not be found. Thus I headed home with a synthetic type of rope which I was hoping would be good enough for whatever he wanted. Upon handing him the synthetic rope, the look of pissed came across his face and words were exchanged. He told me he was going to my girlfriend’s and that I should come there in a few hours.
Upon arriving at my friend’s place in Staten Island, she, her boyfriend Eddy, and Drew were there sitting on the couch looking like rats. Something was up, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
We were all sitting around hanging out when all of a sudden he said “let’s go upstairs.” Mind you, my friend only had a storage attic up there and nothing else. He blindfolded me and walked me up there. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he took the blindfold off and that is when I saw the setup. There was a Spalding ball, the rope I had bought, a bottle of vodka, rubbing alcohol, and a little dish. At this point I had not noticed the metal thing-a-ma-bobs that were placed into the wood of the slanted roof.
I forgot to mention, he had me dress a certain way that night. He had this thing about picking out what I was to wear although he did not always do it. From what I can remember, I had on a black garter belt, black stockings, no panties, a black bra, a skirt and some sort of top.
He led me to the center of the room where I was questioning him as to what was going on. He didn’t tell me, but he did proceed to take the rope and tie my hand firmly to which point he pulled my arm out and connected it that thing-a-ma-bob in wall. The same happened with my other arm as well as my legs. Felling like a suspended rag doll at his mercy was a wonderful feeling, however, this was not just about sex. I did nag the sucker to pierce me so many times and he never took me up on it. This night he did, but I still did not know that was what he was going to do.
When he had me the way he wanted me, he told me to take a few swigs of vodka stating that I would need it. After the swigs, he placed the Spalding ball in my mouth (which he then cut in half) and put a bandana over it and my mouth and secured it to the back of my head. At this point he goes over to the little dish and pulls out two stud earrings that don’t match. These type are the ones that have a point and are used when you get your ears pierced. Now I knew what was going to happen. I could feel my already heightened and excited nature go wild and I had no room to move.
He had a Polaroid camera in hand and was taking shots. He was talking as he was doing so telling me that my juices were running down my legs. When he had his fill of photography, he proceeded to push those studs through my pussy lips (which hurt like hell). He then fucked me from behind as hard as he could and for what seemed to be an eternity. When he was done. He removed he gag and kissed me.
After untying me and dressing me back up, we headed downstairs. I have to say that I was walking like I had been on a horse for a month. My girlfriend and her boyfriend were sitting there laughing at me.
She told me that he had used her to set up those rings to which he attached the rope as he wanted to make sure it would work. Also, she said despite the gag, she could hear me screaming downstairs. Everyone had known but me. This was one hell of an awesome experience. So much so, I had him do it again only I was not tied.
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