Princess Ling

Stories

I am the princess of the Kingdom of Saint Mina, and my ordinary life is confined to the palace. There are certain rules in our court: if a maid does something wrong, she must be bound with rope for a day, and some of the maids have the job of tying up those who have erred.

Once, while I was talking with my father the king in a long gallery of the palace, a careless maid suddenly ran into me. We both tumbled to the floor. Another maid, farther off, saw it and came walking over with several coils of hemp rope in her hands.

"Jill, look at you, messing up again," the girl said as she approached.

The maid named Jill heard her, sprang up at once, and helped me to my feet, apologizing over and over. The girl with the rope drew close to Jill.

"You know what has to be done, don't you?"

Jill nodded, then put both hands behind her back and waited to be bound. The girl with the rope showed no mercy and began tying her. I had known of the rule before, but this was the first time I had watched from so near. As I looked, something strange stirred in my body. When Jill was fully bound, I studied her carefully. The hemp wound around her slender frame and made her breasts stand out with a particular sharpness, lending her a loveliness I could not name.

"What is your name?" I asked the maid who had tied Jill.

"I'm Xiaojie. I'm truly sorry Jill caused such trouble."

I stepped to Jill's side and touched the rope cinched tight against her. Jill could not help a soft moan. I thought it must feel very good.

"Mm. Xiaojie, could you tie me up?" I turned and said to Xiaojie.

It was my father, standing beside me, who spoke first. "Lingling, what nonsense is this? That is a punishment for maids who have done wrong!"

To persuade him I offered reason after reason—that I might be kidnapped by an enemy kingdom, that I ought to practice how to work myself free, and so on. In the end my father agreed that Jill and Xiaojie would serve me alone from then on, though they might bind me only inside my own room.

"Xiaojie, come to my room at once!" I said, unable to wait.

After I had waited a little while in my room, Xiaojie arrived with several lengths of rope.

"Princess, are you sure? Being tied hurts a little. But it also stirs a strange excitement in the body."

"Just watching Jill being bound already excited me. Hurry and tie me!"

"All right, Princess Ling. Let me show you the pleasure of rope. Put your hands behind your back first."

So I crossed my hands behind me at about the level of my waist. The moment my wrists met the rope, a pleasure rose in me for no clear reason. Soon my wrists were bound tight.

"Princess Ling, move a little and see whether it's tight."

I tried to twist my hands. The friction excited me even more, and the thought that once I was bound I could only be handled as someone else pleased nearly overwhelmed me.

"It's very tight. Xiaojie, you're wonderful!"

"Thank you for the praise, Princess Ling. Now please reach your hands down as far as you can. I'm going to bind your chest."

I did not know why she wanted my hands lowered, but I did as she said. As my hands went down, my arms pressed close against my body. Xiaojie took another rope and wound it three or four times above my chest. Then she took yet another, looped it several times behind me around the rope she had just used, and began binding below my chest, again three or four turns. After that she tugged my clothes downward so the cloth clung to my chest. On my upper body I wore only a soft garment and nothing else, so my nipples showed through.

I looked down at myself. My breasts are not small, and with my head lowered I could not even see the rope bound beneath them.

That only made me more excited, because being bound this way is a privilege that belongs to girls. A boy has no breasts, so a rope under the chest might slip, and because he could see the rope binding him, he would lack the feeling of being held by rope he cannot see. I thought my breasts must have been born to be bound.

"Princess, you're not finished yet. Shall I go on?" Xiaojie had stopped, seeing me admire my bound chest and drift into a daze over my own thoughts.

I nodded. I was too shy to tell her what I had just been thinking, that bondage was a girl's privilege. Then Xiaojie brought my hands back to my waist. Raised like that, my arms wanted to move outward, but the ropes already wound above and below my chest pulled the other way and held my arms in, so the tightness grew deeper. Only then did I understand why she had first told me to straighten my hands downward.

Xiaojie took up another rope. She wound it several times around my wrists together with the rope already there, drew it up to the two ropes binding my chest, and cinched all of them tightly together behind me, so I could no longer reach my hands down. Then she took another rope, passed it around my wrists, and wrapped it about my waist. From the front I looked as if three parallel lines were binding my body tight. Behind me, though, the ropes were knotted close together. The slightest movement sent the tightness all through my upper body at once.

"Princess, two more and it's done!"

With that, Xiaojie took a rope, brought both ends from my neck around to the front, and wound them back and forth several times with the rope under my chest. Last she took one more rope, ran it from the backs of my hands to the rope beneath my chest, crossed it, and pulled it tight. It was finished.

"Princess, do you want to see how you look bound?"

I nodded. Xiaojie brought a tall mirror for me. At first glance I could hardly believe the girl in the glass, trussed from every side, was myself. I had not known tight bondage could make a girl more beautiful. The way my chest was bound, especially, was enough to put wicked thoughts in someone's mind.

"Xiaojie, once I'm tied, how do we play so I can have the pleasure of it?"

"After you're bound you can't move. The anticipation of not knowing what someone else will do to you is wonderful."

"Xiaojie, then do whatever you like."

After that I enjoyed the pleasure of tight bondage for the first time.

(2)

From then on I often played bondage games with Xiaojie and Jill. Sometimes, after Xiaojie had bound both Jill and me, Jill and I would draw close and touch each other with our breasts. I truly fell in love with that game. Every time, it excited me deeply.

One day, after Xiaojie had bound Jill and me as usual, I suddenly asked her, "Xiaojie, you're always the one tying us. Do you like being tied yourself?"

"Mm. I like being tied better, too."

"Then next time I'll have Jill tie you."

"Ah, thank you, Princess. But sometimes I can't stand it and there's no one to tie me, so I find a way to bind myself. Would you like to learn?"

Of course I said yes. Xiaojie picked up the rope and began a self-tie, starting with her ankles.

"Ah! Xiaojie, when you tie us you never bind our feet. Why are you tying your own?"

"Princess, in a self-tie you can't get your hands very tight, so I do this to deepen the feeling of being bound."

I nodded to show I understood. After she had cinched her ankles and her knees, she began on her upper body.

"Since it's hard to bind your own arms tightly, you have to work on the breasts instead," Xiaojie went on explaining.

She laid a rope from her left shoulder, drew one end around from behind and the other through her cleavage from the front, brought both ends to her right breast, and tied a hard knot. Then she took another rope and did the same from her right shoulder.

She took still more rope and wound it several times above and below her breasts. Unlike when she bound me, she could not include her arms.

"That's about all of it. Binding the hands with rope may be impossible. Handcuffs can stand in for them, though they don't have that feeling rope gives—soft, and still impossible to struggle out of."

When she finished speaking she meant to use the handcuffs she had ready. I crawled over to help her, my own hands bound behind me.

We sat back to back. Unable to see, I took some effort before I managed to cuff Xiaojie's hands.

Then, for the first time, the three of us enjoyed a game of teasing one another.

And because all three of us were tightly bound, it took a long while afterward before we finally got Xiaojie's handcuffs open, and only then could the three of us be freed from the ropes that had held us so long.

(3) The Harvest Festival