Breafast with Tiffany

The first hint was simply the fact that, seeing the ropes on the table, her only reaction was a light curl on her right eyebrow.

Tiffany is a beautiful girl, athletic body, blond hair, generous breasts. We met a couple of months ago and she was randy enough to follow me into some weird situations.

But this is the point where I was guiding her all along, usually these ropes are something that makes girls run, so I learnt to be careful not to spoil the fun.

We were on holiday, in a bungalow near the beach, secluded and hidden from prying eyes. She was already in a string bikini, and I was having trouble with an impending hard on.

As she sat on the chair and picked up the cup of coffee, her eyes never left the ropes, orderly bundled in coil.

She was waiting for me to introduce the question, she was challenging me to it.

"I was thinking of something...."

Her eyes told me that she knew what I was thinking about, but I had doubts.

"Do you want to tie me up? Do you want me to tie you up?"

For starters, she was asking in a very composed way.

"Would you want me to?"

I know it's not polite to reply to a question with another question, but I really wanted to explore what she wanted to do.

"Let's say that it would not be the first time for me." She replied triumphantly.

"If you let me, it will be like the first time, I promise."

She looked me straight in the eyes, there was some kind of challenge in her.

"Let me see...." She told me with defiance while she finished the cup of her coffee.

My own mind was in turmoil, I had planned so far as to get her consent, and then I was in open waters, figuratively.

I held my enthusiasm while we both cleared the table, then I told her to stand up and face the window towards the beach.

Her legs were toned, bronzed by the sun that we had taken the days before, as I grabbed her elbows she jumped in surprise.

Tiffany is very athletic, and nimble so her elbows could touch easily behind her back, and there went the first rope.

I took a coil and started to wrap it around her arms. After a couple of turns, I cinched the rope between the elbows and used the remaining strands to pass under her armpits and tied a knot behind her neck.

"This is different." She said testing how restricted her hands were.

"This is different." I replied while looking at her breasts. The rope on her arms forced her to square her shoulders and the final result was pushing her tits forward against the top of her bikini.

I could see little buttons growing against the fabric of the tiny tissue covering her nipples.

"So, is it all?"

Still defiance in her voice.

"Just the beginning, my love." And I picked another coil of rope from the table, and put it around her midriff, at her navel's height, the slimmest part of her belly.

I had made it tight enough that she could easily breath but I made sure it would not slip on the next move.

She was still wondering about what I was planning to do as I untied the knots on the sides of her bikini bottoms, leaving the skimpy garment to fall to the ground.

"What? No. They can see us."

"If you have problems with it, I promise I will put it back on, but first I have something to do."

I pulled the rope from her waist between her legs, and I went down on my knees to have a look at her pussy. Then I pulled the rope back up and placed some knots on it, at precise places.

When I placed the rope back in place I used my finger to part her labia and to place the knots before and after her hood, and then i placed another big knot in the space that is between her vagina and her anus, and finally thread the rope back in her waist in the middle of her back.

Adding a little more pressure I move the threads back to the front, this time passing outside her labia and knotting the whole thing under her navel.

I was so immersed in this that I waited until the end of the crotch rope to see what effect it had on her.

Her eyes were closed as if she was focusing on the new sensations she was getting from her crotch.

"Do you still think this is not your first?"

She opened her eyes to look at me with absolute amazement.

"What did you do?"

"Tiffany, this is called crotchrope, and its purpose is to give you sensations, plenty of them. As a matter of fact the rope is pinching the skin of your outer labia against the knots I have placed inside your pussy. Now, try this."

I placed my hand on her neck and pulled her head down, this made her crotch rope tighter so that they dug a little in her tender skin.

She was absolutely a trooper, letting just a little yelp leave her mouth.

When I let go of her head she straightened her back to return in position.

Now her face was terrified and flustered at the same time. She was speechless.

I caught her neck again and kissed her with all my passion, she accepted the assault and we were exploring each other with our tongues.

Her breasts were pushing against my chest. It was fantastic but I had to stop myself because the plan in my mind was not yet complete.

Another rope went around the left wrist, a couple of coils and then I left the strands hanging, while I made the same on the other arm. I then tied her wrist to the waist rope and then used the strands to anchor to the crotch rope in front and in back.

As I completed the pattern with the other wrist, its purpose became clear to Tiffany, now her hands were tied to her waist and as she moved them forward or behind they added pressure to the crotch rope.

"My..." was her only reaction, as she experimented with the restraints.

I took this moment as she was focused elsewhere to deal with her bikini top. Once free her breasts were gorgeous and her nipples were at attention.

I chose a little rope and started to circle the base of her right breast.

As I started she asked.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, you will like it. The rope is going to make them more sensitive."

I could feel she was nervous, after all I had made her completely helpless, her hands had nothing to grab, her arms were useless, and the crotch rope made her wonder about moving her own body.

I had circled both her breasts with rope and both were starting to bulge, then I passed a rope to those rings and tied it off behind her neck.

It all started to take shape, in my mind, as I picked up another coil and tied her legs together above her knees.

"Come with me."

We left the bungalow living room, and we went to the master bedroom. There was a lovely carpet at the feet of the bed. She shuffled with the limited gait that her legs gave her.

"How long are you going to keep me tied like this?"

"I don't know, but I have to say that I like it."

I took her nipple between my fingers and gave it a light squeeze. It was like a dial on her pleasure level.

The room phone rang as I was thinking about the next move and I picked up.

It was room service, that was asking if they could come to retrieve the breakfast and refresh the linen.

While Tiffany was looking at me terrified I told them that I wanted them in ten minutes for the breakfast's remains, for the bedroom, I had to pass, because my fiance was still sleeping.

"No, you are mad."

"Shhhh, Tiffany, don't worry. I would never embarrass you in front of the maids. They talk, you know. Now be a doll and sit on the floor."

Grabbing her shoulders, I helped her to get on the carpet, and when she got down she felt the pressure in her crotch becoming uncomfortable.

I picked up the remaining ropes from the table and put them on the bed, then I got hold of another one that I proceeded to thread on the one tied around her legs.

Lifting her knees I reached with this the rope between her breasts, and made it tight between the two.

Now she was stuck in a predicament, her tits were so engorged that the rope at the base was deep in her flesh and every movement was making it more uncomfortable, but leaning forward made her crotch more tight and it would be bordering on painful.

"Oh no, I can't move. It's so hard."

"I know, I know. But you have to wait, because room service is here."

I rose up and closed the door of the bedroom, and got the bikini pieces just in time as the maid entered the room.

As she briskly cleared the table, we made some chit chat, just to make enough noise to cover if Tiffany would voice her frustration.

I gave her ten dollars and she went along. Once the coast was clear, I opened the bedroom door casually.

"After all, it would be best if you did the bed, we had a lot of sex tonight and the sheets are filthy with cum and sweat."

Tiffany's face was the face of terror. She was really horrified at the idea of dealing with a maid, trussed this way. And also I could see that the position was straining for her, as beads of sweat were circling her face.

As she realized that I was joking, I could see the relief sweeping her.

"You are a bastard, a ruthless bastard. This is a torture. I want your cock in my mouth, first, then somewhere else."

Well, it was definitely a strange string of statements. I let my briefs to the ground and went on my knees above her so that her head was at the correct height as my aroused cock.

"You are going to get it down, don't you?"

"Yes."

As she made room in her mouth for my member, i was already throbbing for pleasure, i could feel the tip touching the rear of her mouth, but she was going on pumping.

I came with intensity and I could hear her gagging noises as I let my dick out of her mouth.

She gulped down my semen with some discomfort as I left her there to go to the bathroom to clean myself.

As I returned to her, she was silently pondering about what had just happened.

I had picked up a towel and rinsed her face.

"So, this is not the first time?"

She was staring at my face.

"I want you inside me. Now."

"Patience, my dear, we must go to the beach, I really do not want to lose a day of sea. Do you?"

She was once again speechless. Very slowly, I started to untie her knees, lifting some pressure from her crotch. After that I started to work on her hands, releasing her wrists from her waist. I used the same rope, anchored at her navel and passing under her buttocks to split the crotch rope and keep the whole thing tight.

This had two different effects. The first one was pushing her labia forward, and the second was giving access to her butthole. And finally the ropes pushed her buttocks up, so that her bum was definitely more prominent and supported.

She didn't know at that time, but in my mind it would be useful in the near future.

Then I picked up the rope restraining her elbows. She started to massage her limbs, and I spied her as she was finally going to work on the ropes standing in her crotch and around her breasts.

"Stop. Put this on."

I had rummaged in her swim suits and found a very conservative one, high waisted, coupled with a large bra.

"But...."

"No but, put this on and we are ready to go."

As I had imagined the two pieces covered all the rope work that I had placed on her body. Except perhaps for the rope supporting her tits around her neck.

I had decided that it would be admissible in public.

As Tiffany put the briefs on, she saw what I had already pictured in my head. If you did not notice the little bumps of the knots under the fabric, no one could imagine what was under there.

"Listen...." Yet she was trying to chicken out.

"Yes, I'm listening."

"Are you sure you want me...."

"Yes. Don't worry, it will be fine. No one is even going to notice."

As she made a few tentative steps.

"I'm going to notice."

"Don't be such a wuss...."

And I took all the towels to leave the cottage towards the beach.

Still uncertain, Tiffany followed me as we walked on the short trail that through the vegetation guided us to the beach.

It was a resort so there were umbrellas and recliners already set in place on the sand of the beach.

In the days before we had made a sort of acquaintance with the other guests in the recliners nearby, and I could see that Tiffany was embarrassed to be amongst them.

She kept her eyes down and she walked behind me.

As she moved around I could see that her engorged breasts seemed somewhat larger and filled her bra more than usual.

And she had introduced a little sway in her walk, maybe to ease the crotch rope pressure on her nether regions.

When we finally took position, I could spot the guys staring at her boobs.

"You have made quite an impression, my dear." I told her under my breath.

"It's so strange, uncomfortable and sexy. I want to fuck you right now." She said leaning to my ear.

"It will have to wait. Why don't we take a plunge in the Ocean?"

Her eyes darted at me, she had obviously just found the right position to lessen the pressure, so asking her to move along was certainly not a welcome request. She then rose to her feet and, a little unsteady, she followed me into the waves.

The beach was gently sloping so we had to walk a little to have the water reach our waists. I took her hand and gently pulled her towards the deeper side of the beach. She understood immediately my ploy, to buoy she would have to move her legs and since there were knots buried in her crevasse she had no idea of the effect it would have on her.

As I sensed her uncertainty, I just told her to trust me.

We went further away from the shore, until we needed to swim to stay afloat.

Using her arms and legs she was straining her boobs and crotch against the ropes. I could see the effect on her pretty face, becoming more flustered as the time went on.

I circled her back to a point where we could both stand on our feet and grabbed her tits standing behind her.

They were rock hard with the nipples protruding forward.

Tiffany let a small yelp leave her mouth as she was surprised by my move.

Moving my hands, I proceeded first to let my briefs down to free my erect cock, and then I slipped her bikini bottoms down her waist to let it run down to her ankles.

"Oh, what if someone sees us?" She asked with a tone full of worry and fear.

"They could take notes and learn something." I responded as I placed my erection between her legs to press my erect member against her engorged labia.

As I heard her moan above the sound of the waves around us, I could definitely see that I had achieved the desired effect.

"Tiffany, you naughty girl. You must keep quiet."

She looked at me behind her shoulders, there was pleasure and rage in her eyes.

She had clearly understood that even if I wanted the rope was directly in the way of my own member screwing her brainless.

She was definitely quick on her feet, and so she took my shaft in her hands and guided my tip towards her butthole.

We had indulged in anal before, so I knew that she was no newbie, the only hope I had was that the lubrication from the seawater around us would be enough for the job.

Using both hands, she guided me inside,

I felt more than ready, but I let her move my shaft through her hole.

She was moving in a way that her head fell under water, but she seemed not to notice, so involved was in the process.

As I got into place I started to pump, taking hold of her by her breasts.

The effect was immediate and exciting. I felt the tightness of her around my cock and this made my arousal grow even more.

In a bout of self-consciousness I looked around to see if anyone was coming near us, and when I saw that the place was clear, I proceeded to thrust even more.

Tiffany's feet had left the ground and so she stood impaled by me. She felt ready as well and as I was about to shot my semen up her ass, I could feel she was coming as well.

To quench her voice she ducked her head under water, but still I could feel her muscles clenching around my manhood.

I felt her trashing in my hands and when I finally came with a thrust, I let her go floating forward in the water, her bikini bottoms escaping her ankles.

I quickly grabbed the thing with my hands, and hid it in my briefs, and then I waited for her reaction.

She was recovering, with her head under the water's surface, and as she regained her wits she immediately swam towards me.

"Where are they?"

"Where are what?" I feigned innocence.

"My panties, you idiot."

I could spot a mixture of fear, anger and humiliation in her face. She was obviously thinking how to reach her towel without her undies, and with her ropes.

"Did you lose them?" I made a very surprised face.

Now fear and humiliation had taken anger's place.

She went under the water to look and try to find those damned things.

And when she came back to the surface, she was chanting.

"Ohmygodohmygod..."

"Calm down, Tiffany, let me take a look." And in a moment I went under and keeping my breath, I went with my face between her legs. Keeping some air in me, I started licking her tied labia. At first I could feel her hands trying to push me off, but in a moment, instead she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my mouth on her sex.

I could taste her juices mixed with salt water. I am reasonably trained so I could keep my breath for a while, but I did not have to push any limits, and finally felt another gust of her juices with my tongue while she relaxed her grip on my head.

As I emerged, she was looking at me in a state of shock, but a smile shone on her face as I had her bottoms in my hand.

"You are a treacherous bastard, you know that?"

"Why? I just found these on the bottom of the ocean." I said jokingly, pushing the thing in her direction. With some difficulty she put them back on and we started to return to the beach.

"How did you learn these things?" She asked while we were walking in waist height water.

"Do you really think this is the first time for me? For sure, it is the first time with you, but I have dealt with other girls."

I could see that she was mulling my words in her head, I had no secret for her, she knew perfectly that she was not the first, not even the second, maybe in the second dozen. But I had always been fairly faithful with my relationships and I did not give her any reason to doubt.

As we returned to our recliners, I spotted she had a different gait, as if something was pinching or she was experiencing a different discomfort.

"Is everything ok?" I immediately asked her.

"I'm just feeling the aftermath of what you did to me."

"Is it good or bad?"

"I'll let you know when we return back to the cottage." A wink in her eyes let me hope for a positive reaction.

We settled down on the beach, and Tiffany used her towels to cover the part of the breast rope exiting from the bra of her swimsuit.

It was nearly dinner time, and I asked the personnel to serve it in our cottage, so that we could have a shower and our privacy.

So when the time came, we collected our things and headed back to our house.

Once inside, I told her to get naked and then went to work on her ropes. I started with the breasts and then worked my way to her crotch. There had been a lot of movement and so there were marks striping her skin, she went to the bathroom to shower while massaging her tits, that had been constricted for quite a bit.

Right on cue, I heard someone tapping at the door, and I hushed the staff in to arrange the table in the living room of the cottage. The food came with containers to keep it warm, and it was all set before Tiffany left the bathroom.

She was wearing a towel and I told her that she could simply remain naked because I wanted to have a look at her marks.

She defiantly left the thing slide to the ground and made her way to the table.

Her breasts were still a bit swollen from the ligature, but the marks at her side were already fading on her tan skin.