The Party Sub, Part Seven

Sir’s friend Star is really amazing with rope. After spending a lot of time in it herself, she got good enough at it that she could start to spot the errors that people were tying her up were making. So, she became a rope top out of the frustration that she was experiencing with dom(me)s who couldn’t learn the ropes. Go figure.

Prior to the party, Sir asked if I would be okay with her tying me up and I agreed provided she would actually be into it. As we continued down the stairs from the loft, we encountered her in the main room and I asked her if she’d be interested in hogtying me. It’s kind of my favorite way to be tied with rope and, after asking about my limits and any kind of joint issues, she agreed.

Sir helped me down onto the carpet and I rested my cheek against it as Star got her rope out. She was super gentle, checking in every so often as she wound the rope over my cuffs before gathering my feet up and bringing them close to my hands. I breathed deeply, letting myself relax into the position. 

“Does that feel all right?” Star asked when she tied off the last knot carefully. As she leaned up, her hair swept over my back and I shivered.

I nodded, “it’s great, actually.” It sincerely did feel totally great. The rope was snug, but comfortable. 

“Do you want me to feed you some grapes?” Sir joked, but there were no grapes. He tried feeding me a cube of cheese out of his hand, but for some reason eating cheese while hogtied and subspaced on a floor is really freaking difficult.

Star has these really nice, long nails and she started to trace them up and down my back. I moaned and buried my face into the carpet, not sure what the etiquette was for telling my boyfriend’s friend that it felt really good and that I was getting turned on.

Someone sat down on my other side and it was the girl from the loft. She smiled and smoothed some hair from my face. “Now, how’d you get into this?” she asked. “Do you remember me?”

“Of course, Miss,” I replied, and she sat with me for a little bit before biting my shoulder again and moving along. I heard voices, but I wasn’t sure how many people were around, and that idea really got to me in a strangely good way. 

At one point, a girl laid down next to me and, in a Russian accent, expressed that she “didn’t know enough English to tell me how hot this was” and then asked if she could touch my butt. It’s the most attention I’ve ever received while submitting, and the whole thing was a little overwhelming to the point that I felt like I was high.

When Star untied me, she checked in to make sure I had enjoyed myself and gave me a hug. Sir released my wrists from the cuffs and kissed me. Some people were heading over to the hot tub, and I expressed that it might just be what I needed after this extensive foray into exhibitionism.