“I have done breast bondage before.” I told him, “I really like it.”

“Well you have been a very good girl this week and I think we can do that but you have to know something Aurora, it wont be like you have done in the past. If we do this I am going to take you farther than what you have done before and it will only be a start of what we do in the future.” he told me.

I wondered for a minute if I could take what he was going to do to me, I had thought before him that I knew what a painful spanking was and he showed me that I had not idea how much pain I could take. He also proved to me beyond a doubt that I loved being spanked until I cried, that the release of tears was freeing, not something to be ashamed of.

I slowly stripped out of my clothes, putting them on the dresser then climbed on the bed to wait for him to bring the rope out. I love white nylon rope while it still has that silken shine to it, while it is still soft and clean. He brought out two hanks of half inch thick white nylon and told me to unwrap it and get it ready.

I had both of them smoothed out and laying on either side of me in under a minute and my anticipation began to grow. He told me to show him how I usually do it to myself so I folded the rope in half and put the middle of it behind me and wrapped it around the front. I lifted my heavy breasts and worked the rope under them and they crisscrossed the ropes between my breasts and wrapped them around one time before he stopped me.

“Now pull them as tight as you think you can stand.” he ordered.

I began to adjust the ropes trying to get them as tight as possible.

“That is not even a start you know, if you want to do this you have to be prepared for them to be a lot tighter.” he told me as he reached out and took the ends of the rope out of my hands and began to retighten the bonds I had started. He worked on the right breast first, pulling the rope tighter and then spiraling it outward from the center so that my breast grew full and hard and the skin got taunt and tender.

I have a love-hate relationship with my breasts. I love the positive attention they garner, I love how my cleavage looks in bras and most of all I love it when he tells me he adores the way they look. The problem for me is I was a C cup by the time I was ten, I was a double D cup when I entered junior high and I am an H now, not to mention a truly large woman. My breasts are not perky, in fact I don’t think they have been perky since 8^th grade and I have always felt uncomfortable about it.

I enjoyed watching him as he tightened the rope, I love the feel of my breasts swelling outward from the ropes and the way they got so hot under the ropes and so cold where the skin was tight.

He secured the first rope and began to work on the other as my right breast started to turn bluish. I wasn’t allowed to touch it and I wanted so badly to see how they felt to my hands.

Finally he tightened the second one, only to decide that it could be a lot tighter and redid it. I had thought that it was actually tighter that the other and could not get tighter but he proved me wrong.

I gasped as he worked the rope even tighter and my left breast seemed to swelled even more firmly than the right, and yet, in the oddity of bodies, it did not get anywhere near the bluish-purple tint of the other one. Being so heavy my breast still hung downward so he took another section of rope and wrapped it around both of my breasts pulling them together and then wrapping the remainder behind my neck like a halter top.

This made it hard for me to keep my head up, but when he ordered me to do so, I did. The extreme weight of my tits was pulling down on my neck and shoulders in a way that was different from any bra I had worn.

I sat on the edge of the high bed as he just stared at me, occasionally adjusting one of them and then began to take pictures of me. There are things I had never done, allow a man to come inside me without protection, tie me to something and photograph me naked. We were quickly working our way through this list.

At first when he took my pictures I was nervous, but in just over a week I had grown comfortable with it and was starting to feel proud of them.

After he put the camera away I was told to stand up against the bed for support and to breath deep. As I took in the first breath, his hand slapped across my right nipple, making me gasp. Quickly he put small hard slaps all over both of my bound breasts then began to question me about what parts hurt worse and which parts felt best.

As I caught my breath I told him that the nipples were both the most tender and most arousing part since they were swollen and distended so much that they could not even perk up.

He slapped around the top of them just under where the rope was binding them, “And this is not as sensitive as your nips?” he asked, striking my nipple hard.

“No Sir.” I gasped closing my eyes as I caught my breath again.

“Keep your eyes closed.” he told me as he continued to strike at my breast with his hands. I tired to do as I was told but each strike made my head jerk and my eyes flutter open. “I saw that.” he warned pinching my nipple painfully, “Keep your eyes closed or you will be reprimanded.”

In our world there are three levels of pain, play, punishment and reprimand. I love play, I enjoy punishment and I fear reprimand. Thankfully he never reprimanded me without warning and cause, so far I had only felt it once to show me what would happen if I misbehaved. Once was enough if I could help it.

I stood there feeling his hand on my breast, teasing, stroking. Then he would lift his hand away and I would flinch just a little only to feel his fingers tweek my nipple or stroke the distended sides of my breast then lift away and wait as I held my breath.

SLAP

SLAP

SLAP

Over and over the sensation of pain spread through me, arousing me and making me weak. I gasped and threw my head back, struggling to keep my eyes sealed shut.

He began to stroke my nipples again, tweeking them every so often. “Do you have something I can use as a blindfold, it is so hard to keep my eyes closed when my head jerks?” I asked.

He stopped touching me and said very quietly, “You don’t need a blindfold. You can and will keep your eyes shut to show me that you can follow directions. If you open your eyes or ask for a blindfold again I will reprimand you and then we will be done playing today.”

I shivered at how in control his voice was and realized I feared the stop of play as much if not more than the reprimand I knew I would feel for days.

“I am sorry sir.” I said, keeping my eyes closed.

“Now turn around and put your hands on the bed,” He told me.

I leaned down the waist high bed and put my arms down on the bed, resting my elbows against the cover.

SMACK. His hand came down on my ass hard enough to qualify as punishment.

“I said put your hands on the bed not your elbows.” he told me as he landed three more quick, painful blows on my backside as I raised myself into position.

Standing like that, with my hands on the top of the tall bed and leaning forward, offering my ass to him, caused my breasts to dangle downward, my nipples just above the bedspread. I waited with my eyes closed wondering where he hand would land, on my ass or my breasts or somewhere else.

SLAP

I jumped, fighting to keep my eyes closed, as his hand smacked my hard right breast. I felt his gentle touch on my ass and then SMACK, over and over his blows landed, covering my fat round ass. The pain in my ass made me go weak in the knees and wet between my legs.

He dragged his short nails across the flaming skin of my ass and at the same time reached around me and struck at my bound breasts. I was assaulted with sensations from both sides, the gentle scrape against my reddening ass and the sharp pain on my bluish boobs. I felt as if I had an electric current going from my breasts to my ass to my pussy and back again.

“I love seeing you like that. I could fuck you like this. What would you do if I told you to spread your legs and fucked you?” he demanded.

“I would offer myself to you Sir. I would beg for you to cum inside of me.” I told him.

I felt him moving around behind me and then felt him push himself against me, rubbing his cock on my tender ass. I felt him wrap his arms around me and then I felt his hand come down on my breast again. I was being driven crazy, the anticipation of wondering if he would take me standing there, if he was going to make me go without as he sometimes did or if he would want me in another position.

All thoughts of that were driven out of my head by a rain of blows onto my breasts which caused me the jerk and shake like a leaf in a storm. I fought to keep my eyes closed as each blow made me jerk my head forward toward the bed.

“Lean down on your elbows.” he told me. I did so immediately, squashing my painfully swollen chest beneath me.

He stepped back and began to run his hand all over my ass and thighs and I couldn’t help but spread my legs a little for him.

“Oh yeah you want it don’t you naughty girl?” his voice was right by my ear.

I drew in a big breath and lifted my head, eyes still closed. “Yes Sir, please Sir.”

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees.” he demanded.

I scurried up onto the bed and crawled up until I could grab the headboard. My chest was flattened against the bed and I buried my face into the pillow.

He climbed up behind me and began to spank me furiously, over and over his blows landed on my ass until I had tears in my eyes. I realized that my make-up was going to run so I had to hold my head above the pillows as the tears ran down my face from between my closed eyes.

Finally the last blow landed and I felt him begin the stroke me to see how wet I was and then I felt what I had been waiting for.

He took his cock and slid it between my legs and into my hot wet pussy.

I gasped as he struck my ass a last time before he began to pump inside of me.

I felt him inside of me filling me full and then caught my breath as he grabbed the rope that was wrapped around me and pulled it tight. My mind went into meltdown as my breasts were pulled even tighter against my chest and the rope dug into my sides.

“Oh my God, yes, oh my God yes, please don’t let go, please fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Sir.” I babbled on, moaning and groaning and thrashing my head as he began to yank me upward by the single strand of nylon rope wrapped around me. I got up almost on my knees with him still inside of me then fell forward to gasp as he let the rope loose.

Again he grabbed the rope and held on to it like a harness while he rode me. I had to hold on tighter to the bars of the headboard as he pulled me back into him, working hard to keep my eyes closed and my face off the pillows.

I felt so controlled as he pulled the rope so hard that it dug into my sides, I had never felt more in submission to him or anyone else as I did at that moment.

Finally I felt him begin to jerk inside of me, filling me up with cum as he pulled on the rope and then let it loose as he pulled away.

“Can I open my eyes now Sir?” I asked

“Yes, can you sit up?” he asked seeing how badly I was shaking.

“Yes Sir.” I said and crawled back to the edge of the bed and sat there looking at him.

I saw him grin and I wiped at my face to realize that my make up had flowed down my face like something from a horror movie and yet I had not felt as beautiful in years as I did when he began to unwind the ropes and admire how well my skin had taken the marks of it on them.

He began to photograph my marks and then told me to lay back on the bed because I was still shaking so hard. He climbed up with me and held me close as I shook for nearly thirty minutes.

After a while of laying there and talking about how it had felt for me he began to examine my breasts for the bruises that were already forming. Perhaps I am truly a freak but I was very proud of each mark on my body and about the ropes that marks lasted for over an hour.

I realize that this is only the beginning, that each time we do this it will be more intense, that I will get marked worse and worse.

I can’t wait.