I finish knotting the rope harness and lash your arms together folded across your back. The teal rope makes your tanned skin glow. Your long lovely hair spread over the pillow and your dilated pupils make me smile. I reach for three short sections of rope and attach them to your wrists and the segments that pass between your thighs. One on each side of your body and one from behind ensure that no matter how slight your movement the knot that is positioned against your sweet button of a clit will drive you wild. “You’re not allowed to cum unless I say so little one.” I sit back to admire my handiwork.
You lean carefully back into the pile of pillows as I spread your legs and place them bent near your hips. I immobilize each to that you cannot stretch them leaving you splayed open and giving me access to your delicious centre and puckered star. You wriggle a little, trying to determine how much range of motion you have, but are cut short as each little move drives the knot against you. You gasp and cease your movement.
I smile and lean forward to place my mouth against yours, starting a long, slow deep kiss that leaves you trembling and breathless. My tongue plunders the depths of your mouth, dancing with yours until you gasp and attempt to press against me. The move is aborted as you moan against my lips, the knot reminding you of your trapped state.
I lean back, breaking the kiss. Your breathing is beginning to get heavier, your full breasts heaving against the ropes that push them forward. As I watch you, your nipples harden and you whisper “Please Miss, touch me.” I pretend to think for a moment, before reaching for a feather wand. “You want your breasts played with don’t you?” I ask, as I trace your collarbone; the goosebumps following wherever the feather brushes. You shiver involuntarily, letting out a low whimper as your trembling makes the knot shift once again.
I allow the feather to descend, following the path of the rope circling each breast, shrinking the circles with each rotation until, I’m at the edge of your puckered areolas. “Please miss, please.” You moan, torn between writhing to force the feather against your taut nipple, and holding still to control the orgasm that is building. I wait a moment longer, increasing your tension before flicking the feather over your nipple. You sigh “yesss, oh God yes, miss.” You arch, needing the touch, the knot slipping against your clit as your liquids begin to soak the rope.
On the nightstand is a tall insulated glass, and I take one of the items inside, holding it up. The lamplight makes the ice stick glow and you bite your lip. I run my tongue up the length, drying some of the excess water. “You know where I’m going to put this don’t you?” I wait, hovering it over your skin so that no drops are wasted. “Yes miss.” Your tongue peaks out in anticipation. “Tell me.” My tone makes it clear that resistance is pointless. “My nipples and pussy Miss.” As you speak, I can see the moisture welling up between your legs. “And do you want that?” I know the answer, but I want you to tell me anyway. “Yes Miss, please Miss, I want you to rub the ice on my nipples and fuck my pussy with it.”. Your eyes close as you beg and I know you’re picturing what’s about to follow.
I growl low in my throat as I capture each nipple in my mouth, partially to tease you further, partially because I want to taste your skin and finally because I want to make the contrast of the cold ice even stronger. As I suck on you, I can hear your hands fisting and unfisting behind your back, and your mewling little whimpers as you writhe against the knot. I pull away and begin to draw circles around the edge of your areolas with the ice, before pressing the tip into your hard pointed nipples. As I press, your hips buck wildly and you begin to beg in earnest. “Please Miss, Oh yes Miss, please, Oh God, fuck, please.” I lean forward and lick the ice water off your nipples. “Please what?” My mouth captures each nipple again warming them. I put what’s left of that ice stick aside and take your breasts in my hands, cupping and stroking gently. Running my thumbs over those diamond hard tips. “Please Miss, I need to cum, I want to cum while you play with my breasts, please!” I lean forward so that my nipples in the open cup bra I’m wearing are mere inches from your lips. My fingers find your nipples and I begin to pinch and tug. “Suck on my tits like a good girl and I’ll think about it.” I already know I’m going to let you, I love making you cum without touching your pussy (although, I’ll admit, using the knot was cheating). You obey without hesitation, we both love this game and next time it will likely be me tied and tormented.
As you suck and nibble and lick, I continue to fondle you. I can feel your moans and whimpers getting more intense and your hips are in constant motion trying to control the building waves. “Cum for me.” As I speak, I give your nipples a sharp tug and squeeze them hard. Your teeth dig into the flesh of my breast as your whole body tenses and the waves crash over you. When your tremors ease, I slide my breast out of your mouth and plant kisses down your belly. “Mmmm, that was a good one. I think we should be done and I should untie you, what do you think?” You can’t see my smile because of the curtain created by my hair. “No Miss, please, don’t stop Miss.”
I take hold of the rope just above the now drenched knot against your clit and give it a slow pull, forcing the knot against your swollen bud. Your legs flex and you press into the rope with a low moan. As I continue the pressure, I watch your pussy pulse, looking for something to grip. “You’re close again already, aren’t you?” As I hold your gaze, I reach for more ice. You nod as I rub the knot in circles. Your pink lips are spread wide and I can see your centre contract with each circle. With one smooth motion, I press the entire length of ice inside. You scream, orgasming hard against the cold intrusion. Your hips buck violently as I continue to circle the knot hard against your clit and hold the rapidly melting ice inside your core. Curses pour from your lips as you cum.
“That was so mean Miss.” Are the first words out of your mouth once you’re coherent again. “Oh, really? Mean was it? Then how come you came so hard? And besides you wouldn’t appreciate this as much.” With one motion, I lean forward and take your clit into my mouth, knot and all. I suck hard, allowing my tongue to slip between your skin and the knot, flicking your bud as you whimper above me. “Or this.” I let go of your clit, parting your lips with my tongue before lapping up the water and juices spilling from you. I press my tongue in swirling it around your entrance before stroking your sensitive spot inside. I stop long enough so speak against your skin “Mean am I? Do you want me to stop then?” Your hips writhe in protest at my delay. “No Miss, please don’t stop, I’m sorry Miss.” I blow lightly on your exposed centre. “What do you want then?” You arch against my breath, trying to wordlessly bring my mouth back against you. I keep my head back far enough to prevent it, but close enough you can feel every exhale. “Please Miss, eat my pussy, I want your tongue inside me, please!” Your juices are flowing out of your centre as I press my mouth back against you. My tongue finds that spot you love rubbed and strokes it. One hand fingers the knot and your clit and begins to play while the other joins my tongue in stroking your centre. You grind your hips against my mouth, panting and moaning as I push you closer to the edge. Just as you’re about to crash I pull back, letting you come back just a little.
I slip my lace panties over my hips, the moist fabric clinging to my skin. You watch, licking your lips. I straddle your mouth, letting out a moan of my own as you begin to devour me. I lean forward, my chin pressed against your knot covered, swollen clit as I press my tongue back between your lips. You lick and suck at my lips and clit as I grind my hips against your face. My moans are swallowed by your pussy as I increase the pressure from my tongue. I can feel your whole body trembling and know this will be your last orgasm. I add two fingers sliding in as my tongue slides out and you scream against my pussy. You soak my face with your juices as your lips grip my clit like a vice and your muscles spasm around my fingers and tongue.
As your convulsions ease, I begin to release your bonds without moving off your body. First your ankles and then reaching under you to unbind your wrists. No sooner are they free then your hands find my hips, holding me steady as you lick me thoroughly. You slip one finger and a second between my lips while your mouth covers my clit. Your finger stroke inside, fucking me faster and faster. You bite into my clit and now it’s my turn for my hips to buck out of control as you take me over the edge.
When I’ve recovered, I finish releasing you from the ropes starting with that knot. You watch intently learning how I did it by seeing me undo it. Next time it’s my turn to be immobilized, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be the one experiencing the knot.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mn0803/the_knot_ff_ropeplay_ice