Master A back in the ring. Heat rising, the smell of arousal, female bodies uncommingling, some orgasms had clearly happened. But not Lucy. "It's someone's birthday today, and the lucky birthday girl is going to get a special surprise." Lucy, her head still spinning and her pussy tingling from the last round, was initially uncharacteristically slow to pick up on this.
"Lucy!"
Lucy's heart jolted. At the exact same moment she felt herself blindfolded. The soft crush of fabric wrapping around her head, covering her eyes, depriving her of her main sense. In a room full of horny naked people this made her other senses hypersensitive. She was acutely aware of her nakedness now, her vulnerability. She was led across the room by the hand towards a corner. She couldn't tell by who. She could sense something was being planned for her. After a few steps she felt a firm slap on her bottom. "Hands behind your back," she heard the stern command. Gasping, she reached behind, then felt her arms pinned. Ropes flying around her torso, binding her, like a spider encasing a fly in its web. Constricted, bound, both above and below her petite breasts. She had never been put in proper bondage before, only mild restraints at Master Kane's.
She felt like a joint of meat at the butchers, trussed and harnessed. She was scared of being burned by the ropes but could sense that whoever was rigging her had a calm sense of efficiency about their bindings. Lucy felt her chest tighten. She remembered in the planning she had said she would like to try rope bondage, but the intensity of the experience was getting too much for her.
"I can't breathe!" she exclaimed.
Her rigger looked at her, sensing her rising panic. "I have not tied you so hard you cannot breathe Lucy. Calm yourself." He was male. His voice sounded professional, reassuring, not dissimilar to Master Kane's. "If you need to stop, safeword and I will untie you from your chest first, holding you so you are loose, it won't take long at all."
Lucy calmed. She readjusted to her rope cocoon. A sense of steely resolve welled up in her. There's now way I'm going to safeword here, she thought to herself, I can take it.
She felt two hooks entwined and securely bound into the rope harness at her back, one at the top, one lower down. As if this was all planned to make her body respond in the desired way, she felt herself leaning forward in her harness, then she was hoisted in the air. Left foot first, then right foot. A surreal experience, like flying, but suspended and supported at the same time. She was horizontal. With her arms and chest tightly bound, only her legs were free, which she could wriggle, and to her horror she felt them separate, as she lay suspended by the hooks, flashing her pussy to the audience. She could hear cheers, a couple of comments alluding to her spread which made her feel deliciously slutty. Then another rope wrapped round each thigh, trussing her up even more securely in her suspension, legs wide apart.
"As a birthday gift, Lucy will have five minutes in this position, and she will take as many cocks in her mouth as she can." Explained the rope man.
