It finally happened.

In psychotheraphy, I believe it is known as the “breakthrough” moment.  After years of trying, and oceans of sweat and tears, obscenity-laced curses hurled at the world, and coming oh-so-close to giving up altogether (there were moments when I was sure I had, indeed, reached the end of the road), I finally broke through to the other side. 

I finally raped Tie-Me-Up.

Our date started like any other.  There was no reason to believe it would end differently.  I started by enclosing his entire body, from the neck down, in pantyhose.  Normally at this point I would then tie him up, fondle him a bit, and take a few pictures with his camera.  Then I’d untie him, tie him back up in a different position, and take a few more pictures. 

Next comes rape.  My efforts, well documented on this blog, are invariably without success.  I need a lot of encouragement as a rapist.  More than what Tie-Me-Up can provide, all bound and gagged and helpless.      

If at first you don’t succeed as a rapist, you can try, try again (and collect a lot of money for trying) but you will never be a successful rapist. 

Remember that, kids.

This last time around, Tie-Me-Up was very excited about a new position he wanted to be tied up in. 

He had me bust out the duct tape right away.  Usually we stay with using just ropes until the third or fourth tied up position.  This is because when you remove duct tape from pantyhose, the tape tears the pantyhose and then we have to start all over with outfitting him in pantyhose again.  But this time he wanted me to use only duct tape, and right away.  I used duct tape to bind together his wrists, his ankles, his calves, and his thighs.  Then I bounded his biceps to the sides of his chest, so he couldn’t move at all.   

His last request before I gagged his mouth with duct tape was for me to run the duct tape around the entire perimeter of his body.  Three times. 

He looked like a duct taped mummy. 

He couldn’t move or speak, so he could only jerk his head toward the direction of my nightstand to remind me of his camera.  As I clicked away, Tie-Me-Up would roll himself from his belly onto his side and then his back. 

My little mummy made sure I shot him from every angle.  He wanted to find out his best shot, I guess.  In his mind he may even be striking a pose.  Mummy Vogue.

I got on top of him when he was on his belly.  I assumed he wanted me to try raping him in this new get up.  As I rubbed my cock against his ass I heard his muffled moans. 

Bingo!  I thought to myself.  I pushed my crotch down further.  I laid my entire body weight on top of him.

By now I was fairly certain he was screaming, even though there was barely any sound.  His body was jerking violently, trying to shake me off.  And I haven’t even entered him yet!

His bulging eyes screamed, Untie me! Untie me!  Stop!  Stop! 

I ripped the duct tape from his mouth and he said, Ouch!  My hands.  They are twisted under my body.  Please cut me loose.

At that moment I was so done with the whole rapist thing.  I know he gives me a lot of money to fulfill a fantasy but it’s obvious I’m not cut out for it.  We’ve been trying for almost two years now and I’ve just had it.  I don’t want to rape anyone.  I don’t want to hurt anyone.  I hate this whole incommunicable helpless bullshit.

I’ve had it!

But I can’t just throw a temper tantrum.  He paid for two hours and we’re only 15 minutes into the session.  I decided to tie him back up, loosely, using rope this time, and then just let him sniff and lick my toes for the rest of the session.

This is another thing about Tie-Me-Up.  He can’t give head.  He can’t be a willing bottom.  He’s once even emailed me to ask me to “forcibly” kiss him while he resisted (I declined).  But one thing he loves to do, and takes initiative doing it, is to sniff, lick, and suck my toes.  After a strenuous two hour workout tying and untying him, his favorite way to cum is to munch on my sweaty feet while rubbing his crotch against the carpet.  

He does a very good job at it, too.  He tenderly kisses each toe and deeply, passionately, licks every groove.  When he gets really excited he tries to shove my entire right foot into his mouth.  It’s a pity these oral skills are good only for my feet – can you imagine how good he’d be if only he’d devote the same energy to giving a blowjob? 

My mind wandered as he worked my toes and feet with his wet tongue and lips.  I stopped worrying about why I can’t perform.  Time flew by as I enjoyed his thoroughly oral foot massage.  My surprise was that I got really hard.  Harder than I’ve ever gotten with Tie-Me-Up. 

He saw my hard on.  My second surprise was that he pushed his ass up in the air and wiggled it.  He looked just like a poodle dog with its head down and furiously wagging its tail.

Oh My God you guys!  Tie-Me-Up actually gave me a signal.  He’s communicating sexually! 

It was all I needed.  I got up.  I put on a condom.  I greased it up with lube.  I got behind Tie-Me-Up and I stuck it in.  It wasn’t a problem at all.

His mind went into overdrive.  He talked to himself.  He started crying.  He started moving his body, arching his back, bouncing his ass off my cock.  The ropes came loose as I didn’t tie him up very tightly because I didn’t want a repeat problem with the duct tape cutting off his circulation.  Tie-Me-Up was on the verge of losing control altogether.  I can tell he was enjoying it so much. 

And all of a sudden he said, Cassandra, can you put another pair of pantyhose over my head so I really feel like I’m being raped?

I did as he asked and now he looks like a bank robber with his face masked by pantyhose.  Together, we look like an Amazonian drag queen who tackled a bank robber and is now pounding the hell out of his ass. 

Bad boy! This will teach you never to rob banks again!

I felt really good inside him.  He was tight and I could feel my cock swelling even bigger, pushing him deeper, opening him up more.  I looked down at his naked bound body and I see that he is someone who takes care of himself.  His body was fit, very toned, but not muscular from the gym. 

Even the super freaks in San Francisco do yoga.   

Cassandra, he moaned again, can you grab another pantyhose and use it to choke me?

I wrapped one around his neck and pulled on it.  He squealed.  Yes!  Yes! he managed to eek out.  Obviously he’s still getting plenty of air if he can still talk.

Then it clicked: why am I bothering with a pantyhose to choke him When I Can Use MY BARE HANDS AND REALLY CHOKE HIM!  And I *really* wanted to choke him at that point.  Just wrap all ten fingers around his neck and choke the motherfucker.  So that’s what I did.  His face and neck turned red except where my fingers left white marks because it stopped circulation.

You crazy, crazy bitch! 

Is this what you want, you little fucker?  All those sessions you made me suffer and sweat and feel like a failure — are you finally getting what you want?  

To be tied up and fucked and choked — you sick sick helpless bitch!

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