It can be so hard sometimes just to focus on your own thoughts. It’s in these moments of quiet contemplation and enforced solitude, of a self-awareness brought on by the presence of foreign sensation, that the amount of stimulus that exists surprisingly can drive you into a moment with yourself and your thoughts.
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So, apparently this cluster of gifs is from Weeds.
The gentleman looks a lot like SG. Who was trying to text me the other day and was being very sweet (and a little flirty) but, I’m sorry, I still haven’t gotten a formal apology where he identified what he did and why it was fucked up. I got more of a “oh, that thing I did was fucked up, ah well”.
But, jeez, followers, this little cluster of gifs over here really gets me thinking.
Ugh. Just masturbate it out, Ivy.
Humbled, Part 10
I had puddled onto the sheets by the time Switch was finished with me. He had hit all the points he knew got me off, played every card in his hand, but still kept me teetering on the edge. By the time he removed the gag and asked me how I was doing, I was spent.
“I’m…I’m just…” I couldn’t finish. My voice was something between a moan and a whine.
He chuckled and traced his finger up and down my slit. “Are you sorry?”
I nodded. “I’m so, so sorry,” I mumbled into the pillow, “I’m so sorry.”
I felt him reach up and start to untie my wrists. “what a good girl. Maybe I’ll let you cum after work.” He removed the blindfold and chuckled, leaning down and kissing my shoulder-blade. “Now get yourself together and go take a shower.”
Sometimes, screen captures from pornography are incredibly misleading.
There’s almost a reverence in his face here, an appreciation that what he is taking doesn’t actually belong to him, that it wasn’t completely his to take, that her consent – under whatever the circumstances may be – gave him what normal circumstances would not.
Of course, a freaking porn screen capture makes me wax dramatic.
I looked up the trailer: it wasn’t a complete disappointment, but I was pretty far off the mark.
It’s too late, now. It was too late half an hour ago, when I made you beg me to tie you up. It was too late two hours ago, when you knocked on my door and I had you take off your underwear before stepping past the threshold. That threshold was the moment, where you gave yourself over to me. When the surrender began.
But that wasn’t when it was too late for you. It was too late last week when you first suggested that we should meet up alone sometime, that you’d love to see where I live, where I work. It was too late the week before that, when we somehow managed to end up with our own corner at the party, you and me in the blackness, incubated from the world. It was too late the month before, when we were introduced. Because you saw me and you decided then and there that you were going to fuck me. But I was always going to fuck you, don’t you see?
It was too late two years ago when you first found that kink website online and didn’t just close the window immediately. It was too late when you were twenty two and someone lent you Sleeping Beauty, and you didn’t give it back when you realised it wasn’t a fairy tale. It was too late when you fell in love with your English teacher at school, and dwelt on the ruler he used to snap against the desks to get your attention. It was too late when you first masturbated to the thought of him using that ruler on you.
It’s always been too late for you, little girl. Too late to say no, too late to back out. You were always going to be here, in my ropes, in my house, under my thumb. You were always going to be mine. I just took my time getting here.
It’s too late to have any second thoughts, now. Far too late.
Rolledtrousers is now the reason I have a kinky predestination tag.
Humbled, Part 9
In the morning, Switch untied my hands and moved them up to the headboard, retying them there as I groggily tried to process what was going on as I woke. He rolled me fully onto my stomach and gave my rear a rough spank. “Ass up, now.” I groaned and shifted, sticking my ass into the air.
He untied my legs and shifted my knees apart until I was spread out. He tied my legs to the sides of the bed frame to ensure I wouldn’t move from this position. I could feel the cool air teasing over my cunt, it was still a little wet. He didn’t remove the blindfold.
“When do you have to go to work?” he asked.
I groaned, “noon. What time is it?”
“Seven thirty,” he replied and traced a finger over my slit.
I moaned and shivered at his touch, “why so early?”
“Because I want to be sure I’ve made you suffer before you have to go,” he said and pinched my clit. I gasped and squirmed around as he continued. “I figure you’ll need to shower, so three hours should be sufficient."
My eyes widened behind the blindfold, "come on, no…just…you don’t want to. Why don’t we just…” He had shoved something into my mouth, pushing it past my teeth. What I deduced was the masking tape he had used to hold my fingers into my hands went over it, sealing my lips shut.
“If you would’ve just been better last night, I wouldn’t have to do all this to you, baby,” Switch replied. He held my ass apart, spat obscenely a few times into my hole before pushing his thumb in. I bucked against him and he laughed. “You could’ve just cum this morning, but I told you, you’re just a fucktoy now. And I’m going to take my time having fun with you.”
Humbled, Part 7
When he had finished with me, Switch allowed me a drink of water and untied my hands. He made me keep the outfit on when I brushed my teeth and got ready to go to sleep. When I came back in to his bedroom, he put my blindfold back on and led me back over to his bed. My exposed ass was still sore when he sat me down on it to tie my arms in front and my legs together.
I still had not gotten off and, while it was not the first time I had slept in his bed tied up, it was the first time he had made me go to sleep without letting me cum. “But, I was a good girl,” I insisted when he made me lie down.
“So?” he chuckled and traced his fingers up my thigh to the lace at the hem of my outfit. I shivered under his touch.
“So, I want to cum,” I pouted, “I want you to untie my legs right now and make me cum.”
I heard him turn off the light and felt him climb into bed beside me. Unlike the last time, he didn’t touch me beyond looping an arm around me and pulling me close. “I said maybe in the morning.”
“That’s too long,” I huffed.
I heard the smile in his voice. “Good night, Ivy.”
Humbled, Part 3
Clearly, Switch had learned a bit from me tying him up. He secured my arms to the sides of the chair and my legs to its legs. That alone would have been challenging, but I figured I could wriggle out some way or another. However, he took a tie out of his closet and looped it around my neck, tying this to the chair. I could only shift myself forward maybe an inch this way. To make things even worse, he pulled out a roll of masking tape from a drawer and taped my fingers into my hands, rendering them useless. To top it off, he blindfolded me and shoved what felt like a handkerchief deep into my mouth.
“All right, babe,” I heard him unzip his pants. “You’ve got until I get off to get yourself out of there. And maybe I’ll consider having some fun with you if you do. Otherwise…” He yanked the lingerie I was wearing down as far as he could.
I groaned around the handkerchief and tried to wriggle my fingers out from under the tape. I squirmed, but he’d tried me up so snugly that I couldn’t ease myself out of my bonds. After a few minutes, he pulled the handkerchief out of my mouth and teased his cock over my lips. “How’s it going?”
“Fuck you,” I muttered and turned my head away from his cock.
He chuckled and pushed the handkerchief back into my mouth. “Better hurry up.”
I groaned and struggled, bucking against the chair to try to weaken the knots. I could hear his breathing get shallower and strained until I finally felt one of my legs get loose. I was in the middle of trying to slide my other leg with the use of my freed one when I heard Switch say, “oh, too bad, babe. You’re too late.”
“I won’t believe that our love’s a mystery
I won’t believe our love’s a sin
I want you to kiss me like a stranger once again.”
Trapped, Part 10
In the morning, Switch kept me tied up a bit longer. “I’m savoring this,” he said when I protested, “I’m enjoying you being my hostage while it lasts.”
I was surprisingly not sore at all from having my arms tied in front of me all night and the blindfold had stayed in place. The morning was spent teasing me a bit more, mostly just through false threats and some more groping.
Eventually, he let me go by rolling me onto my back and untying my wrists. I removed the blindfold and leaned up, kissing him deeply.
“You clever jerk,” I shook my head, “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” I was still adjusting back to the light as he cuddled up beside me.
Switch chuckled and shrugged, “I just got really into it. There’s something about just taking you like that that makes me want to do it again.”
I smirked, “promise?”