Girl on the Net

The delight of being restrained isn’t always in the restraint itself, but in what happens while you’re tied up. Such is the case in this stunning scene written by the wonderful Missy of Focused & Filthy. She’s written some fantastic pieces here before, including introducing us to the genius concepts of the cum hat trick and ‘husband sitting‘. So I’m over the moon to welcome her back with this intense, powerful account of being tied up and given multiple orgasms…

Tied and given multiple orgasms

He told me to fetch my glass dildo and clit vibe from my suitcase and come back to him. I skipped to the stairs trying not to run and look too eager but it was hard not to. He’d walked in with some rope in his hands and an obviously filthy idea in his head.

I fumbled around in my case till I found the two items I’d been instructed to get and hurried my way back to him, more like a puppy playing fetch than a naked 46 year old woman, I dropped the toys at his feet. If I had a tail (even a butt plug one) it would have been wagging.

He’d laid out my large black waterproof sheet over the cream rug in this gorgeous living space. It had pale walls, high ceilings with beams, windows on three aspects and large cream sofas. I’d brought my Sheet of San Francisco cover as I can sometimes be a bit of a squirt hazard. He told me sit in the middle of it and he sat in front of me.

He asked me specifically if I had any leg, knee or back issues at the moment, confirmed our safety words and showed me his rope scissors. He told me I had to mention any numbness, pain or pins and needles if they happened at any point. I agreed aloud but in my head I was scrolling through his safety talk like it was a 40 page terms and conditions document – I was really only looking for the ‘I Accept’ button.

I was sat cross-legged and he started at my ankles. Slowly threading his jade coloured rope over and under me until my ankles were tied together and my knees out to the side. My Pilates teacher would have been proud of my hip flexibility at this point and I did little butterfly knee flaps up and down out of nerves and excitement. As he continued round my legs and thighs I was kept open in that position and my body was reacting to being held still.

I started to feel the calm that comes with the rope. The physical and mental stillness that descends when I give someone else the control to restrain and use me. It cleared my mind of all the useless things I’d been worrying about and I just focused on the rope and how it felt. He then surprised me by looping the rope around my waist. Carefully having me lean just a little forward but not too much for my back or hips. He finally attached the ropes again at my ankles and I looked up at him a little perplexed as to why this slightly crouched over position was what he wanted. He told me to relax and be careful as he held my roped ankles and lifted them up, rolling me slowly onto my back. Then my legs tied to my belly were up towards my head, my knees out and my cunt beautifully displayed in front of him. He decided not to tie my hands at this point but I knew from past experiences I was not allowed to let my hands wander to my cunt or to him, otherwise they would be restrained.

I stared up at the ceiling. Tied like that I couldn’t really lift my head to look at him at all. Looking up at the large star shaped light fitting in among the dark wooden beams, my focus was suddenly pulled back to the situation as my very cold glass dildo was pressed against my hot labia. All other thoughts pushed out of my head as he eased the bulbous end of the hard dildo into my exposed cunt. His warm up wasn’t slow but that toy is my favourite for a good reason. The bumps and lumps of the shape open up and spread my labia in a delicious way. The initial cold doesn’t last too long but the hardness is so perfect. Within seconds he could hear my cunt getting wetter as it made its surprisingly satisfying noise when pushed in and out.

I then felt the vibe pressed against my clit. I’d not had these two toys used on me at the same time before. I’m pretty generous with my orgasms anyway so often, for me, less is more, but the combination of the position, the feelings from the rope, the hard dildo and the constant buzz against my clit was a very exciting recipe.

It didn’t take him long before I felt myself tipping towards the edge of my first orgasm. I squirmed and felt myself press outwards into the ropes, I didn’t know if I should be trying not to orgasm or if I should be letting them free.

“Please?” I moaned.

“Please what?” He replied. His voice was so much steadier than mine.

“Please can I come?” I panted at him. He didn’t pause, just replied: “yes” and he felt my core tug tightly on the bumps of the dildo, making it harder to move inside while the orgasm crashed through me.

“I want you to come as often and as freely as you like, you don’t need to ask,” he said softly. His voice is never hard but if I thought he was just going easy on me I was wrong. For he didn’t stop moving the dildo. He changed the pace a bit and the depth and before I had even finished riding the last wave of the orgasm another hit me again – hard. Then I understood why he tied me like this. So he could force the orgasms out of me.

He didn’t let me dip down or pause between them. He just kept going. His choice of pressure, speed, depth and angle was what kept me groaning and panting. The high ceiling room echoed with my sounds as he didn’t stop and neither did the waves of pleasure. But I was struggling to keep up. My core was aching from the clenching but also from my position. I felt my juices running down my arse and pooling beneath me. Another wave hit me hard and I swore. I was red in the face and wriggled in the ropes.

His soft voice again told me “you’re doing so well. Just two more.”

I didn’t know if my body could manage any more and I moaned my complaint. He changed the vibrations up a step and went hard with the dildo. My body responded to him like it had done every time before, but these waves made me think I was drowning. I struggled to catch my breath, trying to pull in enough air to keep me going. The final tsunami of an orgasm hit me and I swore up into the ceiling.

The vibrations and the dildo were removed. Panting and sweating, I was spent and elated. Gently and so carefully he slowly removed the ropes from my body. I don’t remember if I was sat up or still down as I’d lost which way up the world was. He bundled me into his arms and replaced the rope with his hug. He asked if I was alright but it took me a while to find my voice.

“I feel like one giant white marshmallow,” I mumbled. I felt light and fluffy. Gooey and sweet and soft as a cloud. I didn’t think I could stand or hold anything so we stayed like that for some time.

“You took that all so well,” he said “you were such a good girl.”

And I melted into him again.