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up,” he ordered finally. Max left
her side long enough to clean his hands and take up a length of
rope. He noticed Violet squirming as she tried to adjust to the
sensation of the glass toy buried deep in her ass. “Move again and
I’ll whip that red ass of yours.”
    Violet stood perfectly still as he worked his
magic with the rope. Soon the rope crisscrossed her chest, abdomen,
hips and thighs, weaving an intricate body corset that squeezed her
plump flesh. He fashioned a kind of bra and panties from the coiled
rope. The length of jute held her plump pussy lips wide open and
was looped in such a way that the rough fiber strands sat on either
side of her engorged clit. Violet made gave a little gurgle of
annoyance as he roped her cunt. There was no dashing the devious
smile curving his mouth. He knew just how much she hated the
feeling of rope looped and tied there. Judging by the sight of her
stiff clit and the shiny juices coating her pink flesh, Violet
wouldn’t require much to send her over the edge into another
orgasm. Whether or not he’d allow those orgasms, Max had yet to
decide.
    Decisions, decisions.
    He made the last few loops on the rope bra.
It squeezed her big breasts and caused them to turn ruddy with
restricted blood flow. He’d keep an eye on the sensitive flesh, of
course. The last thing he wanted was for Violet to suffer permanent
damage because of shoddy workmanship. He secured her elbows and
wrists behind her back, pulling her elbows close together and
drawing her shoulders high.
    That particular elbow placement hadn’t always
been possible. When he’d first started tying her up, Violet hadn’t
been nearly as limber. Over many, many months, they’d progressed
through a series of more advanced ties and difficult positions. She
was never afraid to try something new, to push the limits of what
her body could endure. It had been an interesting adventure, to say
the least.
    Max stepped back for a moment to enjoy the
sight of his gorgeous little sub all tied up, blindfolded and
gagged. He crouched down in front of her and placed his hands on
her hips. Very slowly, he outlined her navel with his tongue. She
elicited a low moan as he kissed a path up the front of her body,
his lips skipping over the rope to touch flesh. His mouth settled
on her left nipple. The taut peak stood hard and erect. He swirled
his tongue over the point before scraping his teeth over the
point.
    Violet groaned and pressed forward against
his mouth, seemingly desperate for more. Max moved back and forth
between her breasts and lavished them with his torturous biting and
suckling and licking. Eventually he pulled away from her breast
with a noisy pop and reached for the clamps on the cart. She hissed
in pain as the metal bars bit down on her nipples. He gave the
clamps a playful flick. Violet inhaled sharply and twisted away
from him.
    Max chuckled and let her be for a few moments
as he readied the overhead suspension hook and D-rings. Thank
goodness one of his like-minded friends was also a contractor.
Discussing suspension hooks and other kinky home improvements would
have been rather awkward with anyone else. God help him if they
ever decided to sell the house. Realtors would probably run
screaming after one good look at the playroom.
    “Violet,” Max placed his hand between her
shoulder blades, “kneel.” He kept his hand ready to steady her as
she folded neatly to the floor. He crouched beside her and placed
his arm across her chest. “Down on your belly.”
    He guided her into place and made sure the
nipple clamps weren’t pulling or smashed against the floor. The
last thing he wanted was to injure those beautiful breasts he loved
so much. Max made quick work of his hogtie. Bending her knees, he
looped rope around her ankles and forced them into an awkward
position just above her red-striped buttocks. With additional
lengths of rope, he connected the bonds securing her waist and body
to the lowered suspension