Stuck On The Knot Novels & Stories

He took it off her head without saying anything, then tied a weird knot with it with a ‘swoosh’ while looking in Stacey’s direction. The Ultimate Book of Medicine, Red Shackle!

Let the Attendant attend to Noiticz, he would go elsewhere. One of the men had tied one of his friends with a sailor’s knot. He hadn’t given it too much attention then, but now that he’d thought on it, it was quite the complicated knot the man had used. Escaping it would have been nigh impossible even for someone who made his living from escaping. Knotting it was also just as difficult. And it seemed one of the men had perfected it. Kilvic shook his head in mild disappointment. It was a sloppy clue to leave behind. Then again, whoever had knotted it hadn’t been expecting to be sought out by the wrong people.

She was soft and felt right for his arms. His cheeks started to flare up and he felt uncomfortable down there. It’s been a while since the breakup and he felt it would be too impure to jerk off in Fin’s apartment. In fact, he shouldn’t be hard for Fin’s body at all! The best way is to start imagining the weirdest things he could come up with. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress, he chanted, mentally. Stone Cold Steve Austin in a tutu dress. It took a while till he sighed. Finally, his member softened.

I urged her, "You need to take my knot as well." "Please give it to me," She whimpered, parting her legs more and wiggling against me to take my knot. I grunted and reached between her legs to stoke her clit while I slowly pushed my pulsing knot into her sheath. As soon as I did that, my knot started pulsing more angrily while her walls squeezed around me, trying to push me out, but I held the ground.

His chest pressed my back. I pushed back, taking him fully. "Mmm" He straightened and thrust faster. The knot swelled bigger, popping in a little then out, driving me wild. "Ahh yes" My third came suddenly from the stretch. I shook hard and moaned loudly. He slowed and ground deep, circling his hips. The knot pressed, constantly stretching wide. "Ready for it" he growled low. "Yes," I moaned. "Knot me." He thrust hard once, and the knot pushed past my entrance, popping in full. The stretch burned perfectly and locked us together.

’ ‘I don’t think I’m into this,’ said Mitch. Bobby tied a knot in the cord, just below Mitch’s throat. ‘See, this makes sure the rope won’t tighten up and strangle you. And it’s silk. It won’t burn you at all.’ Now he ran the other end of the rope down along Mitch’s deep, carved chest, across the ridges of his abdomen,. He pushed his thighs apart and looped the cord under and around Mitch’s balls and tied another knot. All the time Bobby was doing this, Mitch was saying, ‘What are you doing?’ again and again. He sounded worried.

“Don’t do this to me, Betty. Don’t do this." I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. This is a bad situation. But I can handle it. I just need to stay calm. I take another deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. I turn the key again. But this time, the engine remains silent. I slump back into the seat, my head resting on the steering wheel. The dam of my composure finally breaks and the tears I’ve been holding back spill over.

Taking the last length of rope, Zane fashioned a knot that he settled right on her clit, pulling hard to tighten it and put pressure on every one of her sensitive spots. Last, he tied off the end using the length of rope circling her waist. Now the thick cord was abrading every one of her sensitive spots. He wished he had something secure in the ceiling to hook her to, but a quick glance upward showed him nothing but a ceiling fixture, certainly not strong enough to bear her weight.

“You have to tuck in your shirt before I knot the tie.” “Alright.” I step aside and look away so that he can tuck in and fasten his belt. “All done.” He announces once he’s done and I resume my position in front of him. The air is thick with tension and my stomach is churning so hard, I feel like throwing up. With trembling, sweaty fingers, I manage to create a perfect Windsor knot and just when I think that my ordeal has ended, he says: “I need help with my cufflinks as well.”

Grey knelt in front of me and looked up into my eyes. “Open your legs,” he said softly. I nodded and slowly spread my legs. The ribbon still held my hands, but I did what he asked. Then he placed the cold block right between my thighs, right on my clit. I gasped loudly. “F–fuck,” I cried out, my voice was shaky.