The Vamp Room II

“Through there… pull this…”

“You should be able to slip two fingers beneath each rope.”

“Maya… are you comfortable?”

“Yeah…”

“Would you like me to continue?”

“Yes, please…”

My mind is hazy. Like I can’t keep hold of a single thought for more than a few seconds…

This is the feeling that I’m always looking for, always chasing after.

That intoxicating mixture of… helplessness… security… and pleasure… I only get it from being tied up.

I’m usually at home or somewhere private when I’m being tied or tying someone else, but today I’ve got an audience. I’m watching them watching me.

Most of us here all know each other. We’re a group of twenty or so that get together for private play parties, various kink demonstrations, that sort of thing.

We threw together a last-minute get-together when we heard the Vamp Room had an opening this weekend. It’s only been open for a few weeks, but everyone in my kink circle has been obsessed with it.

We used to have to just host our play parties at each other’s houses or spend an ungodly amount of money on renting out one of the sex clubs around here that has enough space and good bondage equipment. Now, we can just book this incredible space for the night, almost like having our own club.

When you posted that message in our group chat about wanting to do a rope demo, I immediately sent you a DM volunteering myself to be your model.

I don’t really know what made me do it. It’s a little out of my comfort zone, being tied by someone for the first time in front of a group.

But I’ve always been… drawn to you. I can’t really explain it, even to myself. I would catch you sometimes staring across the room at me at our meetups and it never felt weird or intrusive. It made me feel seen, as though with a single glance you were able to tease apart the real me from the ‘me’ I was playing at these events.

And so here I am, bent forward with my wrists cinched behind my back, forced in a slight kneeling position by a long length of the dark maroon hemp rope secured around my breasts and up to a suspension rod above me.

My black bralette and matching boy shorts seemed like a good outfit choice before I arrived, but now part of me wishes I was a little more exposed. I want to feel the rope against my breasts… my thighs.

I can feel every pair of eyes on me and that, coupled with your hands brushing past my body, feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Twisted double column tie…”

I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist, but my mind is hyperfocused on the fact that I’m so helpless in front of so many people. Like you’re showing me off. A prize to be won.

I’m… god, I’m getting… really turned on…

My head is swimming with desire. Every little touch of your fingers against me is electric.

My feet scrape against the ground gently as I’m forced to stand on the tip of my toes. I love this feeling so much… just an object to be admired… a toy to be played with…

You lean against the wall and admire your handiwork, your eyes tracing up and down my bound body with detached curiosity. I think you’re finished with the rope, but… fuck… I need more…

A couple of members of our audience drift away. I think I see Ruby pulling her sub for the night over to the boot-blacking station. Tom is sitting down on the bed, his attention diverted somewhere else.

The demonstration is officially over, but I have absolutely no desire to be untied right now. If only I could touch myself…

“Hey.”

“Hi. Um, great job. You’re really good at… this.”

“Thanks. Um, here, let me get you untied—”

“Actually… maybe… I think I want to… I think I want to stay tied for a bit longer.”

“Oh, yeah? Okay. No problem. You really enjoy it then, being tied up?”

“Yeah… I do. And this was the first time I’ve done it… in front of a crowd.”

“Mm, yeah, that definitely amplifies it, huh?”

“I was going to ask if, um, if maybe you could do a little more? On me? A crotch rope, maybe?”

“Absolutely.”

My face is flushed with heat. Just five minutes ago this was a simple platonic rope demonstration. And now it’s turning into… something else entirely.

It’s not like I’m asking you to fuck me, but… I guess in a way it is a little bit like that.

Fuck, I am so wet right now. I can press my thighs together and get a little bit of relief, but I really, really need more.

The embarrassment of asking you to tie me up more, to tie me in a way that will let me get off… it’s intoxicating. I can’t describe how good it feels to be so helpless, to be under someone’s control, practically begging for pleasure.

Your arms reach around my waist and you wrap a long length of rope around my hips. Once… twice… creating a snug harness just below my abdomen.

“That okay?”

“Yeah, keep going.”

You move to stand in front of me with the rope and in my position, all I can see is your chest in your black sleeveless shirt. Your fingers move deftly, forming a couple of knots in the middle of the rope.

“I’m going to need to, uh, pass this between your legs. Can I…?”

“Mmm, yeah, go ahead.”

Your body is almost flush against mine as you reach between my legs and pull the rope through. Slowly, you pull at it, bringing it up until it presses right between my folds beneath the fabric of my boyshorts.

“How does that feel?”

“Good. Fuck, that’s good.”

“I’m going to attach it to your wrists so you can fuck yourself.”

My whole body spasms with desire at the idea. There’s still a few people watching us, a few whose eyes I catch across the room while doing other things. I’m going to get myself off… right here… in front of them…

The rope between my pussy lips is pulled tighter as you attach the ends to my wrists bound behind my back.

I pull my wrists back just slightly and one of the knots in the crotch rope slides lightly over my clit.

“Ohhh, fuck…”

“Is that good? Does it need any adjustment?”

I pull at my wrist restraints again and the rope presses up against my clit almost perfectly. If I shift my elbows a little and move my wrists in a small circle I can control almost exactly where it goes.

“No, no, it’s… it’s good.”

“Good. Do you want anything else? Blindfold? Gag?”

“No, that’s okay. I’m already really worked up.”

“Do you… mind if I watch?”

“Please… be my guest.”

My heart is beating so hard I can almost hear it.

I dig my fingers into my palms, flexing against the rope. The hold it has around my body… keeping me in place. Right where you want me… right where I want me…

My clit is throbbing as I pull at the tight length running over my panties and between my folds. Oh my god… ohh, fuck… I couldn’t have dreamed up a better fantasy… masturbating in front of everyone… tied up in your ropes…

I can feel your eyes on me again. I look sidelong at you and try to catch your gaze as I keep pulling the rope against my pussy.

I shift my thighs a little, squeezing tight around the rope and manoeuvring the knot back towards my entrance.

Your eyes meet mine and… fuck. Oh my god. Oh my god, this feels… incredible…

I look out at the few people still watching and pull harder on the rope. My eyes on them, theirs on mine. We’ve all watched each other’s scenes at parties before.

But this… this feels different. I’ve never felt white-hot pleasure like this before. Never felt the electric desperation that’s flowing through me.

One of the knots presses up against my entrance… my pussy squeezes around it. The other caresses my clit… over and over again… pressing up against it fucking perfectly…

My eyes slide shut. My mind goes completely blank.

I’m going to cum. Oh my god, I’m… I’m going to cum…!

My whole body arches and then relaxes in the firm hold of the ropes.

I surrender to the rope’s pull, hanging freely and letting it keep me just where you placed me.

You slowly approach me and bend forward so that we’re eye to eye. Your eyes are a little glazed, your lips pursed slightly. I can’t see your crotch, but based on the look you’re giving me I have a feeling you might have an erection.

“That… that was… pretty incredible to watch. Here, I should get you down.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed the show.”

I slowly rise to stand fully on my feet. Your body is pressed up close against my back as you undo the knots keeping my wrists and forearms together.

Each little touch of yours sends sparks through me. I still can’t believe that I… we… just did that.

“So, the crotch rope worked out well, then? It fit and… everything?”

“Yeah. I mean, you saw how well it worked.”

“Right.”

You release me from the last of the ropes and my shoulders soften with relief. I should probably get a massage soon.

I rub and knead my wrists and forearms, feeling a little shaky after such an intense orgasm. I really wasn’t expecting to do a scene of any kind today, but sometimes the best orgasms are unexpected, I guess.

I grab a cold bottle of water from the mini-fridge at the back of the room and drop down into a plush leather armchair to regain my composure.

It’s hard not to watch you as you put away your rope and clear your things for the next demonstration. The way you move is so careful, so considered, just like the way you craft the loops and knots of your rope.

“You know, you’re really good with that stuff. I’ve been trying to teach myself a little more about rope. How did you learn?”

“Oh, a couple of classes here and there. Lots of online tutorials.”

“Maybe you can give me a private lesson sometime? I’ve got all the basics but I’m kind of struggling to take it to the next level.”

“Mm, yeah, it can be a bit complicated. I’d be happy to show you more sometime.”

You grin over your shoulder at me and I settle back into the chair with a new rush of warmth settling in my body.

The room is buzzing with energy, with the sounds of pleasure and a little bit of pain peppered in. It feels good, knowing I’m with my people.

I shut my eyes and let my mind drift away.