Sexual torture (part 1)

She let him undress her
She was his and he knew it
His strong arms and large hands
Deftly removing her coat...
Button by button
Letting it slip to the floor
He unzipped her knee high boots...
One by one
Pulling them off and pushing them away
His fingers worked at the buttons on her blouse
She could feel her nipples harden
With excitement and the cold breeze
Could he see them through her blouse?
He looked up
Into her eyes and smiled
A wicked smile
She put her arms out
So the blouse could be removed
She felt vulnerable
With this stranger, this big man
Her bra was black and lacy
Pushing her breasts upwards
Making the most of her deep cleavage
He moved around behind her
And unzipped her skirt
It was tight and he gently pulled
The tight fabric came down her hips and thighs
She felt the cold against her legs
The tight black panties pulled high
Around her waist
Showing the lips of her sex
He picked up the rope
Coiled on the floor and tied it around her waist
It was tight
She felt him thread it between her thighs
Loop it over the rope around her waist
And through her thighs again
He tied it and pulled gently
The rope cut into her legs
Where they met her sex
Arcing upward matching the edges of her panties
He threw the rop over the beam on the ceiling and pulled
She lifted
The rope cut into her
Making the mound of her sex bulge in the lacy black fabric
Her feet left the floor and her legs spread
She was floating
One last rope trick
He thread the rope again between her thighs
And up through the rope around her waist
He pulled...slowly
It separated her buttocks and cut a cleft between her sex
Its lips separated and full
It hurt her but aroused her
Every time he pulled
It tightened
The rough rope cutting into her
Making her moan
This was the beginning
There was more to come she knew