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After feeding her breakfast, and locking the door to the bedroom, I turn around. I have her wrists roped behind her back.

She still wears the silk bikini nightie that had almost gotten ripped off the night before during our normal fucking.

But our nights have started to become bland and boring in my opinion.

She isn’t fucking me with a flourish any more. It is starting to seem like she wants to get it over with so she can just go asleep.

I strip her, carefully folding and laying the nightie on the bed. She trembles a little more as each silk cloth is removed.

It is ten o’clock in the morning and we are going to have a day of fun.

When I sit her on the chair, her crossed wrists are already tied behind her back with rope encircling her slender feminine wrists, binding them tightly together.

A tight knot completes her initial helplessness.

Two additional bands of soft cotton rope pin her waist to the chair-back to ensure that she is going nowhere.

It is a large solid oak armchair, very stable, impossible for her to tip over.

Quickly I take one ankle, loop rope around it and pull it up and behind. The soft cotton rope ties her ankle very close to the back of the chair.

The other ankle is similarly tied and she finds her self with her knees wide apart, her legs already somewhat uncomfortable.

I then tie one end of a rope to the rung under the chair and pass it through the loop in her collar and back to the rung and I pull.

She feels her neck being pulled back until her body is pressing against the chair back, pressing her arms between her back and the chair.

I sat back on my ass, taking in the wonderful sight before me.

My lovely girlfriend is now struggling violently, eyes glinting fury, her nude bodily curves writhing helplessly.

Running my fingers through her hair I draw her thrashing head close and whisper in her ear.

“I’m going to tie you tighter, with more rope, then I’m going to clamp your nipples, bury a vibrator inside you and spank your ass until you cry.”

She glances down in front of where she was bound, the bare skin of her breasts visible in the periphery of her vision.

Fear stabs into the girl as her eyes gathered in two clothespins lying innocently on the tabletop.

Then, from out of nowhere:

Explosions rock her chest as the wooden jaws clamp down on her tender nipples.

Looking down she can just see the two clothespins bobbing merrily from the ends of her nipples.

Her breath starts coming in short little pants as she tries to cope with the burning pain shooting into her breasts.

As the pain ebbs slightly, she can feel a constant bite on each nipple, as well as the buds drooping slightly toward the floor due to the weight

She looks down at the little monsters happily clinging to her nipples and whines with frustration that she can’t reach her hands around and pluck them off.

She shakes her shoulders, trying to dislodge them but the movement only makes them bob more sending streaks of fire into her breasts, and down below.

The chair she is tied to is solid and unmoving She can only shake her breasts a bit, making the wooden clothespins sway a little from side to side as they bob.

She suddenly realizes that is going to be a long morning.

She suffers from her legs bent and pulled back to the chair and from wrists crossed and tied. And from the clothespins that bob merrily with every small movement of her breasts.

She decides again to shake off the little demons, which make her nipples burn.

Her efforts are as violent as allowed by her bondage, but the wooden monsters bob back and forth and up and down in a dance that hurts the captive girl but doesn’t move them in the slightest towards dislodging them.

However so concentrating on the damned wooden horrors she hardly notices the warm feeling growing within her loins and spreading, her efforts to shake her breasts is suddenly having a whole different effect.

When suddenly she realizes that her struggles against the clothespins are rapidly stimulating her open gaping sex towards organism it is too late.

With a gasp and a moan she suddenly blossoms into sexual ecstasy.

Her whole body goes rigid as a high-pitched moan escapes from her lips.

The vibrator will show up after I have fed her lunch.

I haven't decided how to spanker her yet. Perhaps at bedtime........

SJ