Hog Tie Knot Novels & Stories

"First is the ‘Takate Kote’. It's a high box tie for your upper body. It locks your arms behind your back, pulls your shoulders back, and anchors across your chest so your weight is evenly distributed." Roe swallowed hard, her throat still tight from his deep thrusts, but her pussy twitched at the mere sound of his voice explaining it. "And the second?" she rasped out. "The ‘Futomomo’," Elijah continued, running a loop of rope lightly over the curve of her hip. "It’s a leg harness. It wraps around your thighs, pinning your legs in a way that keeps you completely open and spread, taking away any leverage you have to pull away from me."

With practiced hands, he picked up a length of silk rope, its texture smooth to the touch. "Let's start simple," he began, showing Ava how to tie a basic Square Knot. "Right over left, then left over right," he instructed, his fingers manipulating the rope as he demonstrated. With a combination of excitement and trepidation, he used the rope to loosely tie one of her wrists.

He did it fast and well, looping it again so I couldn’t move my arms. “So that’s how you knew how to tie us both with one hand,” I said, breathing hard. “It’s called a hogtie.” He gave the ribbon a little pull. “Lift your feet.” After that, he tied my legs, connecting the ribbon from my wrists to my ankles. I felt like a little pig ready to be cooked over a fire. I laughed, a little out of breath. Partly because I was excited, and partly because giving up control felt wild and fun. The bed moved as Aiden leaned back to look at me. I couldn’t see his face, which somehow made it even hotter.

He looks up at me in surprise, "You think?" "Yeah-my Dad would have said that you've got saltwater running in your veins," I lean forward and show him the next knot, "Next one is called a stopper knot. This one is what you would tie at the end after a bowline if you were securing a lot of weight onto it."

The more he struggled, the tighter the knot became. Jack looked at Darryl with a cynical smile on his face. "Hahaha! Don't struggle. This is called the Soul Trap Knot. It isn’t something from The Nine Continent and there’s no way you can get rid of it, even if you are skilled!"

“I don’t want to push you. Not even a little.” I nodded. Still, he didn’t move. His jaw tightened. “The moment you feel uncomfortable, you say it. Out loud. You swear to me.” “I swear.” He leaned down and kissed the top of my head, soft and grounding, like he was anchoring both of us. Then he lifted my wrist again. The fabric wrapped around my skin, gentle and warm. He tied it slowly, carefully, speaking the whole time. “These are quick-release knots. One pull and you’re free. It won’t take more than a second. You understand?”

She smiles and nods. “Thanks.” He follows her to the point under the rope and remains underneath her as she climbs up to the point where she needs to tie the knot. She starts the knot with one hand, gripping one end in her teeth. Then grunts when it doesn’t want to tighten properly. She climbs up a bit further, wrapping the top rope around her leg to keep her in place. She then rotates so she’s head down and her hands are free.

“Hands behind your back.” I lace my fingers together at the base of my spine, watching as he picks up the rope. It’s the same soft leather we used before. He shifts forward, knees bracketing my chest, and reaches for my wrists. The knot he ties is neat and sure. Not cruel. Not punishing. Firm. I test it and it holds, but I know if I put my full strength into it, I can break it. He picks up the folded cloth. “What’s that?” I ask, my voice suddenly tight.

Eventually my slip knots would open, but I don't think we'll need that failsafe. Picking up another rope from the floor I knot up the middle four inches of it, then turn back to her. "Open your mouth." She complies willingly, then lowers her head onto my shoulder so I can tie the ends of the rope gag behind her head. Gathering her hair into an impromptu ponytail I wind the long ends of the rope leading from the gag around it, making sure the knots I place around it don't snag and pull on her long strands. Tugging gently on her hair makes her straighten again, and I can tie the rest of the rope to her

“If it becomes too much, say the word ‘red. Okay?” “Okay,” she responded with an eager smile on her face. After tying the the tie around her head, I took out my rope and made a handcuff knot for both her wrists. I attached the rope to a hook that I had installed onto the headboard. I slowly was getting in Shibari and had been waiting for a moment like to this start using the knots that I knew on someone.