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And every guy should have the experience of tying a girl to a tree or a post

Lisa is a superb Italian girl with dark flashing eyes and jet-black hair, lots of long heavy black hair that I can really get my fingers into.

So she won’t know what to expect, her day begins naked and blindfolded. I take her by the hand and lead her to my den. We both listen to her heels click as she walks across the tile.

My post or pole runs from floor to ceiling and is made from dark almost black wood. It measures 12 inches in diameter.

Lisa face is mesmerizing in its perfect symmetry, high cheekbones and flawless complexion. She has a cute, sharp, pert little nose under the blindfold. Her slender neck flows gracefully to wide shoulders, her collarbones are strong and beautiful.

She is blessed by an ancestry that endows her with a truly striking set of features, her mother full Italian, and her father one half Native American with the other half a hodgepodge of European influences. Her hair is like her mother's, but with more natural fullness and body.

Her 35-inch chest curves down to a 24-inch waist, and navel centered over her dark thick triangle within 35-inch full curvaceous hips with a deeply slit cleft. The fronts of her thighs are round and firm, her legs, long and slender lead to cute toes sporting red nails.

This morning she stands in red, ankle-strap high heels, and nothing else except for the black blindfold, which matches her hair. She has a dark mole high on her left arm, and several freckles scattered above her breasts.

Nipples point upward slightly as she stands at attention waiting for my instructions. When I push her bare back against the post, very quickly I have her wrists handcuffed behind it.

My rope circles her waist twice and is tightly cinched at the small of her back and the post. She is held firmly against the rigid timber while her wrists are freed from the cuffs. Quickly, her wrists are caught and pulled taut behind the post where they are securely tied so she cannot move them. More rope around the top of her thighs welds her bottom firmly to the post.

Not only her arms are to be tied. Now rope is looped around her chest and the post, just under her breasts with the rope under her arms in the back rather than over them. Cords are drawn under her armpits and up over her shoulders, crossed behind her and knotted tightly which captures the wooden post between her arms and back.

I prefer soft white cotton rope three-eights of an inch in diameter thick enough to not bitterly cut into her flesh, but thin enough to tie firm. Inescapable knots yield the inevitable results that she will be firmly held until I release her.

It is not enough to merely bind a girl to a post. She has to be made to feel each rope so she will know that she is helpless.

Another rope around her forearms to draw her elbows as closely together as I can, this rope does not circle the post but links her arms just above the elbows. Her elbows cannot touch because of the diameter of the post however I continue to firmly draw the cord tight pulling her elbows closer and closer. The final distance is less than two inches, but with a post between her arms and body, this girl certainly understands she is tightly tied.

Though she is helpless at this point, I am far from finished binding her. What happens now is a foretaste of what is ahead.

The constant pressure of the ropes around her chest, along with the pulling of her elbows together behind the post has the effect of thrusting her proud breasts outward and upward. Young shoulders are wrenched back by cords that bite deeply and burn with an unyielding intensity each time she breathes.

Now her ankles are deftly corded with two firm bands that circle both her ankles and the column: one long lovely leg on each side of the column so that she is thus slightly parted, enhancing her exposure.

Her dimpled knees are also corded, binding her immobile to the post, two final strands of the same rope high around her neck, just below her chin to rob her of even tossing her head. It holds her in a head high posture.

Only now do I remove her blindfold, but to understand how she is bound, she will have to feel most of the rope holding her for she can see only those windings passing around her body above her breasts. Lovely breasts that stand straight out, proud and firm cones seemingly eager for attention, even arrogant, asking for my tongue or teeth.

But the pert nipples are probably not yet certain of their need so I ignore them as I say to her.

“You do tie beautifully. The cords over your shoulder will soon begin to hurt each time you take a breath; they are designed to do so. It will get worse and worse. Now I shall leave you. I will see you this evening when I expect to find an obedient little girl ready to be released and trained a little further.”

Shortly after rope and knots were invented our ancestors began tying their women to trees.