Hemp Rope Novels & Stories

This position was a bit uncomfortable but I was still recovering from my orgasm that I didn't care. He unbuckled the leather cuffs and pulled them off. I immediately rubbed my wrists and soon enough blood began to flow back. The blindfold was removed from my head and i could now see his handsome face. He looked a bit dazed. He was fit as fuck, who knew this was what was hidden under those suits. He had bulging muscles and a six pack but what caught my attention the most was his cock which stood at attention. It was larger than I'd imagined and I wondered how he managed to fit that in his pants everyday. "Stand up." he said. I obeyed and tried to steady myself as I did so. He walked across th

EMBERLY* Derrick always uses the Japanese silk rope on me, but he likes a stronger, rigorous rope used on him. Thick cotton rope is his favorite among the bondage ropes we have used. I must say it's my favorite to see on him as well. Just the way the rope makes his pecs stick out more prominently. My favorite, however, is how his biceps and triceps bulge out and how vulnerable he looks with his hands bound together behind him that are also tied to the chair Derrick is sitting in. I quickly spread and restrained his legs to the legs of the chair, then placed the blindfold over his eyes and took pleasure in seeing his rigid length as it jumped and stood to attention. I'm the luckiest woman in

Natsu said as he swung his leg on the couch, "Hey grandma, I was wondering, why did you carry a rope with the tiny blades when we wanted to go hunting?" "Nothing really, hey can you come help grandma in the kitchen" "Okay" Natsu said as he went to her. "Remember that I said anything can be used as a weapon right" "Yeah" "Good, cause I also want to tell you that a rope, wait, more like a string, can be perfectly used as a weapon of choice just like my blade" "Really" "Of course, although, the rope has to be really strong, thick and thin, that's why I prefer calling it a string than a rope"

"No, I liked it." He smiled, "Good. I enjoyed all the noises you made." He leaned in close; his lips brushed mine. "I have something else planned for you before we leave," his voice was barely a whisper. Excitement pulsed through me as his lips sent sparks through my body. He pulled away and got off the bed. I watched his naked body move to the dresser and pull out a long piece of rope. If I'm guessing it was around four feet long. "This is hemp rope, so it won't burn your skin if it rubs." He took my wrists and started to wrap the rope around them. After wrapping the rope around both wrists' multiple times, he pulled the rope between them, then place the end

She sank to her knees, feeling the plush thickness of the lambskin rug against her knees. When she heard his footsteps, she looked up, and she let out a gasp when she saw the rope in his hands. It wasn’t traditional rope, the braided kind you’d find in a hardware store, but rather it was satin covered, a deep mauve. It looked sexy and soft, and yet there was no mistaking it was meant to restrain her.

I hadn’t even realized she’d been carrying anything. But all she pulled out was a rope. She handed it to me. “What the fuck is this? A rope?” “Not just any rope. It’s enchanted—meant for supernatural beings, especially those with abilities and gifts. If we’re too late and the goddess has already taken over Aliyah’s body, we’ll need this to bind her. It’s the only way to stop her... at least temporarily.” I took the rope. It looked ordinary, but the moment I touched it, I felt the pulse of its magic.

“Okay, let’s… let’s try it.” Then she started tugging at the knot I’d used to tie the rope cleanly. It was a silk rope made of fibers that were incredibly soft, but also incredibly strong. I’d bought it when I was young because even I would struggle to tear it, because it was designed to offer a little give, but not abrade the skin. It also wouldn’t break. These days it was possible I was capable of breaking it. But I wasn’t sure. And that made me sweat. Which was when I discovered, it was also thrilling.

Time drags as I wait for your next move. I hear the drip-drip of our leaky basement tap. Except for that and my heavy breathing there is no sound. Will you leave me here for another few hours? God, I think that I would die from sheer torture and frustration. And then I feel it. Its rough texture on my ass makes me creamy. I don’t need to see it to know that it’s beautiful, like hemp, my favourite. You lift my body until I’m standing up again. Carefully you wind the rope around my chest and stomach in an intricate design that you have perfected over time.

Apocalypse With my eyes on his sleeping face, and by touching him with feather light hands, I made sure he didn’t wake up, while I created a Shibari art with some Asanawa rope. The rope consists of three strands of jute thinner ropes twisted together. This made it strong but also soft and flexible at the same time. I knew as soft as it might feel, if knotted too tight the rope can bite painfully into the flesh. I needed to put the right amount of tension when making the knots to keep him tightly bound but not to hurt him. At least not too much, I smile at that thought.

It’s not regular rope, Meadow. It is infused with wolfsbane, and silver has been woven into the threads. I suspect it is designed to weaken trespassing wolves. Their intentions remain unclear to me for now. We need to focus on conserving our energy. I stayed there, hanging upside down. I could feel the blood rushing to my head. I hated this waiting game. We needed to escape, but Meadow remained adamant that we should conserve our strength and wait for the right moment. Fine! But I was officially annoyed. I should have accepted the warriors from Luna Carissa when she offered.