The hood had been placed over my head a few minutes before. It was buckled around my neck for good measure, but the buckle was almost irrelevant as my hands were already bound securely behind my back. That hood wasn't coming off until Mistress Steffi wanted it to come off.

I usually love the feeling of a hood, but in this case I was rather distressed by wearing it. Mistress seemed to be in a bit of a mood, and I was fairly apprehensive about what she had in store for me. Being unable to see only heightened my apprehension. The other reason that I was distressed by the hood was that fact that Mistress had invited another to assist her in her work. This other had been making the most steamy, sultry eyes at me while I was getting bound and she had positively put me into a state without even laying a hand on me. The hood had abruptly ended this very interesting visual dialogue, and I was disappointed to have it conclude.

I was standing in a vertical frame with the ropes holding me rather securely. Mistress had chosen to bind my tits in the most exquisite fashion, causing them to bulge out, up, and forward all at the same time. My ankles were tied to the sides of the frame in a spread eagle fashion, and as I said previously, my arms were bound behind my back.

Mistress Steffi then took another length of rope and threw it over the top beam of the frame. The descending ends of the rope she attached to my bound wrists. She then started to hoist my arms up and away from my back. All the while she was elevating my arms, she was forcing me to bend over farther and father at the waist. I didn't realize it at the moment, but that had been her plan all along.

Now I need to pause my description of our wonderfully delicious scene for a moment in order to explain a few things about me. I absolutely adore rope work. That alone can send me into the zone. And when the ropes are in the skilled hands of a Mistress as accomplished as mine is, well, you could say that I was absolutely in another world!

My subspace is unlike that of many other bottoms. Many others whom I have had the pleasure to observe seem to almost go into a trancelike state when they descend into the zone. Not I! For me, subspace is very much an animal-like experience, filled with overpowering smells, sounds, and sensations. It is a raw, sensual, sexual event that makes me feel like a tigress in heat.

It is a good idea to ensure that I am well bound during these times. When in the zone, I have often felt the overpowering urge to take over the scene and simple rut with my partner! I can imagine the look on the face of my Mistress if I was ever able to escape. She would suddenly find herself tossed to the ground and taken in an experience similar to that of a wildcat pouncing on an unsuspecting mate! I'm sure I would dearly suffer for such insolence in the future. That said, in the moment I simply wouldn't care. I would have become the animal, and she my prey…

Going back to my narrative, I will explain that I had started to zone out from the first moment that the rope touched my bare skin. By the time the hood was placed over my head, I was seriously peaking. My breath was coming in short, loud pants and I was almost on the verge of hyperventilating. I was already fighting against the ropes in a mostly vain effort to establish physical contact with either my Mistress or her able bodied accomplice.

There were a few moments when I would feel one or the other press against me, or perhaps whisper something entrancing into my ear as they caressed my flesh. This only made matters worse for me. I wanted them! And I wanted them NOW!

Mistress Steffi is wise, and she understood the mental place that I was then occupying. And she used my distress to her advantage.

Through the hood I could hear the faint echoes of others playing in the same room. Usually I am unaware of most everything else around me, but during this time I kept being pulled in that direction, my attention occasionally being captured by a hint of a phrase or a grunt from another bound slave.

Eventually, I gathered that another was being trussed on the floor somewhere behind me. Shortly afterward I felt something brush against my inner leg down near my ankle. The touch below continued, and I felt the movement of a large object between my feet.

In that moment I realized what was happening.

Mistress had decided to suspend another bound slave just inches away from me! That slave was being hauled between my legs and drawn up into the frame and hung just right in front of me. The other was so close in fact that I could smell her musky excitement through the hood.

Imagine hanging a piece of raw meat mere inches in front of the cage of a hungry lion. That was me… and I was simply going mad with lust!

I began to lunge forward in a vain attempt to get at my prey. I would thrust my ass backward as far as my bounds would allow me, simply to try and make contact with my Mistress standing behind me. My hands and head would flail about hoping, longing to touch someone, anyone!

Then at the height of my distress, Mistress started playing with my nipples while her able and willing vixen of a helper started to flog my naked ass.

At that point, everything else became a blur of raw animal passion and I was consumed by my lust and desire. The remainder of my memories of that scene are not comprised of pictures and words. They are simply slashes of crimson and purple, the musky incense of lust, and the desperate sighs of longing.

Thank you, Mistress Steffi. Thank you.