Bondage Blog

Now she understood the presence of the gentleman in black bowtie and tails whose was waiting in the room for her as she was led in. He had been going over the tension in the rope, cranking it taut, and similarly testing the drawstring of an English longbow. After she was placed on the rope and it settled in deep into her vulva, lightly touching her clitoris through her panties, the gentleman began drawing the bow across the rope. “Did you know I play cello for the orchestra of La Scala? Yes, here in Milan. I am first chair,” he said with pride. She did not know that, but she could not reply, so intense was the sensation down there. Her mouth was agape from the waves of vibration the bow sent down the rope, and thence deep into her body. With a virtuoso’s touch, he started with some pianissimo as foreplay, to build up suspense. Soon, she was gasping as a long sostenuto passage, with crescendo, pushed her to the limit of what she could endure. The variety of his technique was incredible. He was a master of all the advances in bowing styles from the time of Paganini down to the present day. Though she had determined to resist displaying herself having an orgasm, not wanting to give her audience that satisfaction, a last series of pizzicati that pulsed down the rope was too much to hold out against. “Ah, yes, the Bruchs concerto!” he said, noting her expression with a smile. “No woman can withstand the Scottish Fantasy!” She shuddered, then she burst into climax, a pounding, convulsive orgasm unlike any she had ever felt. Each time the orgasm subsided, the maestro re-kindled another, with a coda of false endings that would have made Beethoven proud. Many multiple orgasms later, she slowly regained complete consciousness, perspiring, exhausted from pleasure. She raised her head and looked at the cellist. He was testing the string of the longbow with a tuning fork. He glanced up at her and, “You’re quite the Stradivarius, Signora! Or should I say, Straddle-varius?” He chuckled at his little witticism, then asked, “Now, are you ready for an encore?”

Pretty sure this was HOM. Don’t remember this ladies name but she did a lot of spectacular ankle suspensions with them. She did some impressive work.