The response was, not surprisingly, positive. A few guys said “yeah”, a couple said “do it”, and one excited “whoo whoo whoo”.
I can’t count the number of times I’ve had guys tie my boobs up with rope, wire, and even those nylon wire-tie things. Those have usually been tied with a single loop right at the base of my breast, making my tits taut and round, and the nipples even more sensitive than usual.
This guy had something different in mind. He started by taking a long length of fairly narrow rope — paracord, again — and making a few medium-tight turns around my boob, right at the base. In the booth, Shari had stopped there, although she had tied those wraps of rope much tighter. This guy didn’t stop. He continued to wrap turn after turn of rope around my breast, working his way outwards towards the nipple. The pressure in the part of my boob that wasn’t yet wrapped in rope increased with each new turn. When he finally stopped, maybe a third of my breast was left visible, and the pressure I felt had increased by a huge amount compared to how it had felt with just that first loop or two.
He finished up with both breasts narrowed and sticking straight out from my chest, with the last portion very tightly mushroomed at the point where the cylinder of rope he’d made ended. My nipples were as hard as they’d ever been, pointing out from the taut aureoles that surrounded them.
He tested his handiwork by grabbing the swollen ends of each one and squeezing them. I did my best to hold in a scream at the sudden rise in pressure as the flesh he was squeezing barely indented under his fingers, so compressed was it by all that rope. He flicked one of the nipples, and I did scream then, the spike of pain surprising me.
I guess that tying up my boobs — and playing with them a little once he had — was a lot of the fun for him, because only he fucked me for a minute or so, then pulled out and let the next guy in line have a turn.
Now, not only were my legs held wide open and my arms tied behind me, but my boobs were bound as well. This really added to the feeling of being a helpless sex toy for this group of strangers, which was a feeling I loved.
The very taut, very swollen ends of my breasts were incredibly sensitive, and the guys fucking me knew it. Even light touches of their fingers on my nipples made me moan into the ball-gag. I was getting lost in the sensations, and wasn’t even trying to keep track of how many guys were fucking me.
Most of the guys were content to just enjoy how it felt to touch and rub such taut, mushroomed globes, and the hard nipples that protruded from them, and used just their fingertips. But the guy who’d tied them up must have been through the line two or three more times. Each time, he’d fuck me for a just a minute or so while he played quite roughly with my obscenely bulging tits and their tender nipples, then he’d pull out before he got to the point of no return.
I had just had my second orgasm since my breasts had been tied up like that. The line of guys was actually giving me a minute to recover, when I saw Damon in a somewhat animated conversation with the guy who’d tied up my boobs. Like at the booth, apparently Damon was being scrupulous about not letting my boobs turn colors when tied up. I came in at the point where Damon was saying “If you don’t I will”.
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