Bronco Roping, Part 3
Sunday came around maybe nine years later, it seemed. But it finally came around.
In the interim, I had done a lot of planning, most of it centered around a large, heavy, 1950s leather armchair that sat in the back corner of Lori’s room, buried under blankets and stuffed animals. I’m not sure which relative, if any, might have passed this beauty along, but God bless them. It was solid and heavy and had sturdy steel arms on the sides.
I scoured the internet for images of vintage furniture and came up with something pretty close:
I had some notion of tying her legs to the arms of the chair and her hands down to the sides, but I figured I’d mostly improvise once the time came.
Making my way to Lori's room that Sunday with a backpack full of coiled ropes, I was so horny I could barely walk. And it didn’t help when she opened the door to her room wearing nothing but a smile and an old button-down white cotton shirt I'd left behind weeks ago.
She knew I loved that look.
She took my hand and pulled me inside. When the door closed, she gently wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, pulling herself up and encircling my waist with her legs as the kiss deepened. I immediately dropped the bag to hold her, and carried her to the bed.
I set her down and unbuttoned her shirt, nuzzling and licking her taut nipples as my thumb found and stroked her clit. Her gasps made my own breathing harder. I had never been so turned on, and the kinky part of the evening was still ahead of us.
She'd dimmed her bedside lamp and placed clusters of lit candles around the room, the boudoir effect casting us in a dim, flickering light. The armoire wreckage was long cleared away, a smell of perfume was in the air, and her many fluffy ranks of stuffed animals looked on from their various perches on her bed, shelves, and my new favorite chair in the corner as we began warming each other up.
"I want you naked too," she breathed in my ear, clawing at my belt. "I want you naked while you tie me up."
"Well, that might be a little awkward," I managed.
"Why?"
"Because when I move around it'll be like Godzilla swinging his tail through the room." With an eye-roll and a husky laugh she kept undressing me until the object of my concern was in her hands. I could feel rational thought slipping away...
"Okay babe, we
really need to get you tied down before I lose my mind."
"Where do you want me?" she asked a little wantonly, her hands still busy with me.
"
Uhhh, hang on," I said, reluctantly turning away and heading to the back corner of her room. I swept the stuffed animals off of the chair and hefted it back toward the bed.
Damn it was heavy.
"
Mmmm, that’s kind of hot, " Lori observed. "You've been thinking about this."
“Quite a lot,” I admitted, pulse pounding in my ears as I angled the chair toward the bedside lamp for a better view.
I looked at her. “Now, lay down in the seat.”
“Lay me there yourself,” she suggested. Maybe she’d been thinking about this too.
I scooped her up from the bed into another passionate kiss as I turned and maneuvered her naked body, squirming, toward the chair. When she settled in the seat, she was scooched forward with her head and shoulders curled against the backrest and her ass hanging just over the seat’s front edge. She pulled her knees to her chest, wrapped her arms around her shins, and kicked her bare feet prettily, smiling at me.
Hm, I thought.
I can work with that.
I’m sure I was openly ogling her, but she seemed to appreciate the attention. She wiggled a bit, eyes large and intense and glancing up through her lashes. Her body was flushed pink, her mouth still smiling but slightly open, her breath panting softly. Her attention never wavered as I hooked the backpack over with my foot and opened it to spill out the ropes. I shook out and organized several lengths as she leaned around to watch.
My plan was to tie her knees back to the arms of the chair…somehow. I selected a couple of ropes and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she answered, nodding softly. “Be nice to me.”
“That’s my plan,” I said.
I knelt and rested one of her ankles on my shoulder to wrap a doubled rope several times around her thigh, just above the knee, and then repeated the process with her other leg. I tied off the ropes with long running ends, since my plan was to pull each leg back and to the side as far as Lori was comfortable stretching.
To that end, I tossed the ropes’ free ends off the back of the seat on either side of her, under the armrests, and moved around behind the chair. There I grabbed the ropes again, and as Lori watched me over her shoulder, I looped them once around each of the chair’s back legs for leverage and slowly began to pull.
Lori’s legs parted as her knees were pulled toward the opposite back corners of the seat. I gathered the rope slowly and gently, waiting for her to reach the limit of her flexibility.
I should have known better.
Giggling, Lori slid her arms through her legs and laid them over the backs of her thighs as her knees continued moving toward the seat’s back corners. She kept going until her thighs on either side were almost flat against the seat, with her calves laying on the armrests.
“Oh, hello!” Lori said, then “Wow, those are cold!” as her skin touched the metal. I was still in shock at her pose, and the flexibility of her legs and hips. While her upper body had pressed slightly into the chair, her butt had rolled back prettily into what was apparently a comfortable reclining position. Her feet were angled up a bit from the armrests, and she had moved her hands forward to grip the front corners of the seat.
“They’ll warm up pretty fast,” I replied, tying off the ropes to the chair’s back legs. “Who were you hello-ing?”
She giggled as I walked back around in front of her, inclining her chin toward her bare pussy, resting now maybe a foot below her face. “I don’t normally get to see her up close like this,” she explained.
The overall visual is a bit hard to describe, but I Googled around to find some representative poses, provided below along with the chair again so you can get the idea.
For you visual thinkers, (i) Lori's flexibility, (ii) Lori's approximate bondage position, and (iii) the chair again
Looking up at me again, Lori kicked her feet and wiggled her hips. “Hmmm, okay, I already can’t move!” she observed. She was smiling and her face was flushed.
“Sure,” I said. “But there’s so much more rope.” I knelt and grabbed some to tie her wrists to the chair’s front legs.
So secured, Lori bit her lip and squirmed with a bit more determination. But with her knees tied back and her own arms pinning her legs to the chair by her bound wrists, she could mostly just kick her bare feet. “
Oooohhh,” she growled, “this is already frustrating!”
“Well, we can’t have all that kicking,” I said. Lori wiggled her toes fetchingly as I found two more short lengths of rope and cinched each of her ankles in place at the ends of the armrests.
“Remember, you promised you wouldn’t tickle me,” she said nervously, reading my mind as the soles of her bare feet waved helplessly in front of me.
“Actually,” I corrected, earning an alarmed look from Lori, “I said I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t
ask me to do.”
“Well I’m
not asking you to
tickle me!” she insisted.
“We’ll see…” I said ominously, watching her begin to squirm and test her bondage. As she moved, I had a terrific view of Lori’s perfect tight butt and exposed pussy, all framed nicely by her soft and adorable bare feet on either side and two of Indiana’s finest breasts just above. Best of all, the girl behind all these features was the sweetest and prettiest girl in my high school, tied helplessly and waiting for me to tease her to orgasm.
I’m surprised I didn’t pass out.
And beyond all reason, despite the squirming, she seemed perfectly comfortable. Gymnasts. “Are you ok?” I asked. “Anything too tight or…”
In response, Lori set her jaw stubbornly and
really fought to escape. I’m not sure what possessed her, but she gave it her all. It was quite a sight, given her exposed position, how strong and agile she was, and how little she could move. She pulled and twisted and bucked, but about all she could do besides rotate her wrists and ankles was thrust her pelvis a little, which suited me just fine.
With a final defeated shudder, she finally stopped and shot me a look full of something like challenge and mild shock. Now she was panting harder, and the uniform pink flush of her skin had deepened several shades in her face, on her chest, and between her legs.
"Steph was right," she observed, her voice slightly husky. "I can’t do
anything."
"It's OK, keep trying," I urged her. "I think you're hypnotizing me a little."
“Oh my
God…” she said suddenly.
“What?”
“My heart is
pounding!” She twisted powerfully in the ropes once more, and then continued to writhe and squirm, a bit more calmly, as if in a profound act of discovery. “I am so… I can’t even…” Lori was a moaner and a screamer, but had never been one to talk dirty. I could see she was searching for the words. “I can’t believe…” she blushed even harder as her voice dropped, “that you’re going to touch me like this.”
To be continued…
