Sir ties me up like this a lot lately, with my arms around my legs, hugging my knees into my chest. He says he likes how available it makes me, how convenient and accessible everything is.
gag
“You know sometimes I scream behind my gag, right?” I asked him. “Like when you’re hurting me. Sometimes I literally scream.”
He grinned. “Yeah. I know.”
“Just hang tight. We’ll make you all better soon, baby.”
Oh, I really like that belt across her throat…
I don’t know what would be blushier:
Actually wearing this thing
or having to lie very still while Sir measured everything out to make it.
I love the idea of being told to dress up because we’re going somewhere very nice. And then, after I spend all the time into getting ready and making myself all pretty, I just wind up like this. An ambush, a ruse.
Sir says I can exchange some of my pennies for having one of my dirty little fantasies turned into a reality.
And I figured I knew what I’d want.
But I just can’t decide.
“Sexual Experiments“ featuring Mark Davis and Cecilia Vega (pics and clips, pics)
Master and I had a date today and Sybil and I were bad girls, so we got the cage.
Oh my gosh, wait, I want a little cage buddy.
Daaaaaaddy?
I’d call her sweet thing and I wouldn’t quite have the heart to put my feet up on her with my shoes still on.
It was a game she enjoyed playing when she had an afternoon alone. She had honed the craft well, gradually introducing more complicated ties that threw her into even deeper reaches of helplessness.
Still, she kept the emergency shears close and maintained a few failsafes should her little adventures take a wrong turn.
Despite the provisions, she still managed to immerse herself in the sensation of powerlessness at the hands of an imaginary captor. And, today, with the implementation of the clamps, she felt herself drifting even deeper into the fantasy that she had built.
“You should really put a chain between them.”
Her eyes shot open just in time to watch her roommate swipe the shears out of the way.
“That’s not how these work,” she continued, eliciting a frantic squeal from her bound friend as she tugged the clamps tighter. “See? The chain’s supposed to help increase the pressure as it gets pulled. Make sense?”
And though she grew frantic as she watched her roommate – who she could have sworn would be out for the afternoon – play her fingers over her trapped body, she could not help but grin around the gag as she realized she had gotten exactly what she wanted.