Tied Up Breast Novels & Stories

He brought the two ends together and doubled the rope. "I am going to use three ropes to tie your arms behind you and restrain your chest. This will leave your breasts free but restrained, think of a tight bra but no material for the cups," he explained. Sabrina licked her lips and nodded her understanding. When he had finished, she couldn't move her arms and her breasts were not restrained, they were on display, her little A cups were standing out proudly. "I am somewhat surprised at the size of your breasts Miss Carter. I assumed they were larger from the amount of cleavage you usually display."

This time there would be no games, and there would be no struggle for control. Her fingers caught hold of the hem of her shirt, and she pulled it over her head before flinging it to the ground below her. She did not have on a bra, so her high and large breasts were exposed for him to see. Upon conducting the examination, her nipples swelled and became more contracted.

At first, I feel so embarrassed about having her hands on me and I apologise profusely when she looks at my old greying cotton bra, which she tells me is the wrong size. When I finally turn around and look at myself in the mirror, I gape at my reflection. The black bra that Tammy has put on me is underwired with a full cup, but the lacework is stunning. Somehow the shape has given my breasts an incredible lift and it has transformed how my entire body looks. Oh my god, I never knew a bra could change my appearance. "Wow," I say softly to Tammy. "I know, right?" she responds with a kind smile.

The fear of the unknown aroused me. The same silky strands brushed against my whole body, just this time they were caging me. He bound my upper body using the rope, connecting my boobs, midsection, and hands with it. He tied the rope tight enough to restrict my movement, but not tight enough for it to hurt me.

It grew out this past two years and it was long enough to cover my breast now. I couldn't believe it was two and a half years ago that I was taken. It felt like nothing has happened but yet so much did happen. "You should get ready ma'am." I didn't bother asking again because I could see that her nerves were already fried. I placed the towel around my middle as she picked up my bra. I held my bra in place as she crissed crossed the straps at the back and clipped it in place. I tightened it over my shoulders to ensure that everything stayed where it should. There were no time for boobies flying around while trying to fight. Next she helped me with a tank top that was cut open at the back.

The eagerness with which the woman returned his kisses encouraged Julian to let his hands start exploring. Aside from a single tie, her back was bare. He quickly deduced that she was wearing one of those shirts that have fabric only in the front, held in place with a string tied around the neck and another just below the shoulder blades. That meant no bra and probably pretty easy access to her breasts. How far would she let him go? he wondered.

Strands of my hair were pulled, leaving a pain that forced my head to come up as well. My eyes opened wide, resigned to seeing a clear sky with no clouds up there. The wet movement in my ear moved down my neck. At the same time, my left breast was gripped. It's hard to hold back a scream, especially when my right breast feels a strong tug. Not the spinning of fingers, but a strong suction. "Ah ...." My grip down there strengthened with the pain. My nipples seemed to be forced apart, while mine struggled, needing fulfillment like never before.

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It is incredible how firm they are. Tiff’s tits are soft and small with these gorgeous nipples that poke out perfectly for sucking. But this girl has about five times the breasts that Tiff has. Her nipples fit perfectly between my ring and middle finger. My hands stay on her breasts but fail to move. Just glued there. Smiling like a little vixen that is posted on my wall she seductively pushes her bikini bottoms to the ground. I think I just came a million times over my dick will not move. I’m trying to breathe...I remember being in a doctor's office and someone yelling at someone to breathe...the room is cloudy and there are people around all staring and smiling…

The thought made her pink nipples tingle. She let out a ragged breath as she dragged the soap over her mounds. There were times she hated how big her breasts were because they would get in the way and it made it hard for her to wear a strapless dress at times. But then there were times she loved having a big bust – more to play with when she was in the mood - like now.