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Party on, lovely lady.
hogtie
Last night, Craftsmate came over and we chilled a little bit.
Somehow, I wound up hogtied.
Yep.
I let him use a few of my winter scarves and he had put me into an all right hogtie, considering the materials. He blindfolded me with another and wound up gagging me by rolling up one of my face towels, threading it between my teeth, and knotting it behind my head. This was, surprisingly, terribly effective as it held my mouth open and pressed my tongue down, rendering me capable of essentially just a few whines and grunts.
He sat up next to me on my bed and told me that if I was uncomfortable with anything, I could just shake my head hard and grunt three times and he would let me out. I should clarify that Craftsmate and I are basically two kinky people goofing around and not sexually involved, for a few rando followers who asked and for whoever else is thinking I’m about to get laid or something.
Instead, the asshole tickled me. If I moved too much, he spanked me fairly lightly. If I tried to struggle away, he would reach down and pinch my ass through my shorts. Hard.
So, while there were no handprints, as the picture would imply, there were a few little pock marks on my butt where Craftsmate pinched it.
What a jerk.
Like a Brisket, Part Ten
After Penthouse introduced The Prodigy to his homemade spreader bar, he demonstrated another sort of hogtie on me while all of them cooed over the rope-work. I admit, I was sort of upset that I didn’t have eyes in the back of my head to see it, so Craftsmate was nice enough to take a few pictures for me. And so I felt generous enough to share this one with you guys.
I might be blushing tons sharing this with you all right now, so bear with me.
That’s Penthouse’s belt and the whole arrangement was actually pretty comfortable. I could roll onto my side, I could push my legs up, and I could have someone else pull me up by it so I mostly left the ground without feeling much strain on my shoulders. So, I got kind of cozy on the rug and just watched the other three mess around with the rope.
Eventually, The Prodigy picked up a length of it and turned to Penthouse, making the statement that reduced us to so much laughter that we were almost in tears:
“Could you help me with Craftsmate? I want to tie him up like a brisket.”
“You can put your coats right through there on the bed. Just so they’re out of the way.”