So, Craftsmate just confirmed he can take time off of work to help me move to my new place in under a month.
In addition to having a lot of an easier time setting up my new apartment, I’m sure I can look forward to a lot of this.
bondage
Oh my God I’d be so far up in my own little world, I can’t even imagine.
She’s perfect.
Full Service, Part Six
What happened next is a bit blurry. I had gotten really subspaced and, as a result, had a lot of trouble keeping track of things. According to Craftsmate, later that evening, when I thought I had been saying things to him in complete sentences, I was actually only saying one or two words.
This is where I stress how important it is to be with someone you really trust when you get that deep. I am serious here. Don’t go trusting the good stuff with the people who don’t deserve it.
I had been resisting letting myself get that deep with him because of an experience in the past with someone else I used to be with. Basically, he pushed me super deep, I figured I could trust him, and he took advantage and did some stuff that was really not okay.
But, this time was really amazing and I feel good about letting go. He didn’t betray my trust and he checked in with me a lot.
At some point, I wound up on my back again. I remember he kept making me hold the vibrator between my thighs in order to have it on my clit and I would wind up squirming, making the vibrator fall off. Then I would have to shuffle around and try to push the vibrator up towards one of my hands with my knee. When the clamps became too much, I whined that I needed them off and he removed them for me.
For all the haziness, I remember distinctly how badly I needed him to fuck me and how much I pleaded.
“I want your cock,” I begged, grinding up against the vibrator between my legs, “please, Sir, I want your cock so bad.”
Craftsmate laughed and pushed some of my hair from my face. “Awww, baby, now you want my cock? First you wanted the vibrator and now you want this, too? Remember how badly you wanted it?”
He reached down and turned the vibrator off, prompting me to squeal in frustration.
Full Service, Part Five
Craftsmate slipped the tweezer clamps onto my nipples before picking up the flogger. He started to beat my thighs, stomach and chest in quick, sharp hits. However, I noticed that he was holding back a bit, carefully ensuring that he was not hitting me too hard.
Usually, I appreciated when he did this. I’m not much of a masochist. However, as subspaced as I was, I wanted more. I wanted to go deeper and I wanted it to really, genuinely hurt.
“Harder,” I gasped out. He looked a bit surprised, but he swung the flogger harder. I continued to beg, “harder, please, Sir, please…"
Soon, he rolled me over onto my stomach. I squealed and winced as my clamped nipples pushed into the bed. The pressure sent a sharp, persistent pain through my breasts.
"Ow,” I whined, squirming to try to find a better position. However, the hogtie left me very few options.
“Aww, it hurts?” He teased, attaching the clover clamps to my pussy lips. My breath caught as he gave a sharp tug to the clamps, forcing them to squeeze my labia tighter. He slipped the vibrator underneath me, lining it up with my clit and turning it on low. “Does that make it all better?”
I moaned, grinding up onto the vibrator, “uh huh.” I caught myself. “Yes, Sir.”
Full Service, Part Four
Once I had the panties stuffed into my mouth, Craftsmate ordered me to get down on my hands and knees, lower my chest to the floor and stick my ass in the air. Wordlessly, he picked up the flogger and started to beat my ass and back with it.
I groaned around my panties, my toes clenching with each hit. He leaned down, gathering up the rope and moving me over to the bed. I laid down on my stomach and he took my wrists in his hand, starting to wind the rope around them.
“Close your eyes,” he ordered as he knotted off my wrists. “You get deeper when you do that, don’t you?”
I let my eyes close and allowed my body to relax as he tied each leg individually up to my wrists. That way, he could move the legs apart and fuck me easily when the time came.
When he finished tying my legs, my head was swimming and I could barely will my eyes open. Craftsmate sat at the edge of the bed, playing with my hair as he asked how I was feeling. I attempted to give him an answer, but I wound up mumbling into the panties instead.
“What’d you say, sweetheart?” He asked, pulling the panties out of my mouth.
“I want my vibrator,” I whined out, catching myself and repeating it, “please, Sir, I want my vibrator.”
He laughed, “not yet.” Still chuckling, he got up and went to fetch both pairs of nipple clamps, as well as the vibrator. When he returned to the side of the bed, he dropped the vibrator off to the side and rolled me over onto my back.
“Of course this is how all the other little girls play doctor, silly.”
Ugh, I need to just fade away like this.
It’s been a long time since I was able to just get all tied up on a carpet and left to just drift away. I miss the way my thoughts get all cloudy and lights feel so much brighter and my skin feels electric. I can only imagine how much deeper I’d get pulled if I were gagged as severely as that.
I feel that if the tables were turned this would remind me of Heart and Ivy.
Hehehe.
Those little nooses on her nipples are just plain cruel.