What would be especially blushy and wonderful would be to be set down in the middle of the floor like this during some kind of party or meeting.
Just, ah, saying.
– boundtightly ⇋ fuckmesenslessxxx
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Experts are still torn on whether hogties are the cause or the cure of the condition known as the squirmies.
Well, that’s one hell of a way to mark a trail.
I guess if you get lost, you can just follow the whimpers.
God, what is wrong with me?
Remember when Bobbi Starr was a good little subby girl when she started doing kink.com shoots?
Heh. I bet she barely even does anymore, either.
It’s that look of “I think I just bit off more than I can chew.”
Which I totally identify, because I stretch to let people pull a hogtie tighter to show off how flexible I am. Or I let them make the bondage more difficult so I can feel tough.
And then when I’m settling into it, I’m stuck with that holy-crap-I-just-agreed-to-this feeling and I realize my bluffs have been met.
Is it possible to kink on contrasts?
Because I think I do.
I’ve got this sick little fantasy of being taken to some kind of play party or orgy and just left like this by my partner. Helpless, scared, exposed. And, worst of all, unsure of when they’ll return.
Earlier, they’ve totally arranged with some other people that I haven’t met before to come over once they’ve left me and taunt me. Like, really taunt me. Pinch my nipples, pull my hair, rip off whatever little clothing I’m wearing and grope my nude body, ask me if I think my partner’s going to come back for me. Of course, they’ll already know my limits and respect them while still absolutely terrifying me.
I can’t decide if I like the idea of my partner watching from a distance or my partner having a video of it to watch later. Maybe both?
I’m really into the idea of hanging out tied up like this. Getting tied up, gagged, but then just watching a movie. Essentially, having a vanilla date night in, except I’m nude, bound and gagged while the other person proceeds as if everything is standard.
Of course, they’ll be free to wear clothing and talk at me. In fact, encouraged.I like the sort of condescending one-directional conversation that happens when someone is pretending – but not really – that you can actually respond and nothing’s out of the ordinary.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, dear. The door was locked. No one came in here last night.
Remember the last time you imagined you were being raped in your sleep? It must be your needy little cunt and your silly head acting up again.
You’re not even trying to get better, are you? You’ll have to spend another night in the straitjacket. You can have your masturbation privileges back when you show us you really want to improve.
So maybe we’ve totally actually played this out before.
(Note: The scenario was played in a totally consensual context involving safewords and aftercare.)
She begged him not to gag her. She promised not to scream. She was very naïve.
Can we make a rule that you can’t tease me with hot abduction posts when you won’t just come abduct me already?