Her eyes flash with what might be uncertainty, but she smiles. When she hurries to her room I get over to the couch, putting on some soft music. When Helen comes back, she has two beautiful green jute ropes.

“I would be honored, Roxy.” She holds out one of the ropes and as I get it out and start working it, Helen takes off her clothes.

I don’t think she has any idea how gorgeous she is. The big baggy sweaters, loose skirts and slacks belong on a much larger woman. She’s all curves and with the sweep of honey blonde hair she looks like a goddess fallen to the earth. I should be asking her why she’s trying to hide her beauty.

She steps up to me and I brush my hands against her shoulders. I trail the rope over her skin, and she moans in pleasure.

I move around her, tickling and teasing. Finally, I start making loops and start to put on a basic body harness.

A body harness can be made without restraining the sub. It doesn’t tie hands or feet. What it does do is create a central line from the throat to the pussy and when its anchored, the clit stimulation is immediate.

As I pull the rope between Helen’s legs and draw it tight with a knot at her back she moans. I tug on it, just a little and she rocks her clit against the pressure.

From this point on, the entire tie becomes foreplay. Every time I stabilize the rope with a side tie it adds tension to the center line. Helen is moaning by the time I’m through the shoulder knots.

I reach down between her legs and feel how wet she is, teasing at her entrance between the double lines of rope. Then I give the central line a tug, feeling it push against her. Helen squirms against me, gasping as the pleasure flares across her skin between the points of pressure.

I finish the tie, leaving only a little bit of spare rope. I’ve criss crossed the rope across the center line in a pattern of diamonds. The green looks amazing against Helen’s pale skin.

“Helen?”

“Hmm.” She has that blissful face that every bunny has when the ropes are nice and tight.

“Can I take pictures?”

“Yes. Please.”

She doesn’t open her eyes and I know she’s focusing on the sensations of the rope. I move her gently towards the edge of the couch and grab my phone.

I focus on the patterns of the rope across her breasts and belly. I get her to raise her arms and twist so I can see the sexy curves of her waist pressed by green jute. She’s completely relaxed in my hands as I pose her any way I like.

I take a couple of shots of her breasts, held tight in the crossed strings. I focus on the rope where it passes between her legs, stroking her clit through the tight rope as I do so. Helen’s breath sighs, hips rocking forward as she begs for more.

I press on her back, pushing her forward over t

he lounge. She’s so tall that her ass points up high as her legs stretch and I can’t resist a photo of her gorgeous pussy exposed by the position. As I get closer, I forget the phone and drop it, getting down on my knees to press my mouth into her pussy.

She moans, loud and long. I keep using my tongue and lips on her, reaching up to grab the central line and give it a pull.

She shrieks, hips bucking. I keeping eating her, deeper and harder as I tug on the rope. With the tip of my tongue I can feel it pressing on her clit as the double line also puts pressure on those deeper lips.

I run my tongue around all the taught edges, teasing her around the rope. I pull on it in a rhythm and when I feel her start to tremble, I increase my efforts.

She’s collapsed on her arms, face buried in the pillow. I can hear her crying out and trying to process her own pleasure. I add my fingers to the mix, stroking her incredibly wet pussy between my lips and the rope.

When she starts letting out a series of harsh gasps, I go at it even harder, feeling joy sweeping through me. Fucking her is amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex like this. She excites me so much just by being herself, but she is more real than ever when she’s on the brink of orgasm.

That’s when I get to see the real Helen. Even if she has made a commitment to being more exciting, looser, I know that this is the only time she’ll ever truly let go.

When she’s coming.

And I’m the one who gets to see it.

The only one.

I grab the rope and twist it as hard as I can. Helen screams loud enough to shake the windows and her pussy throbs with juice. Still twisting the rope in one hand I lean my lips and tongue into the fount and drink her up.

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