I’ve got a few ideas for how I can work hard for you, too, Daddy.
predicament
After the whole awkward walking through the kitchen debacle, Craftsmate wound up trying out a bunch of floggers on me while I was tied down on his bed, ballgagged, and blindfolded with one of his ties. (Yeah, yeah, I know. Casual.)
At one point, he took out his knife and ran it over the line of the back of my knee. It’s been a really long time since I’ve enjoyed any knifeplay and my hand squeezed into a hard fist around the bedsheets. I heard Craftsmate chuckle and realized I’m one of the most transparent people ever.
Last night, we tried it again. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard him flick it open. It’s a massively satisfying and anxiety-producing noise at the same time. He somehow was using it in a way that I was actually convinced he was cutting my arms, legs and stomach. He wasn’t, but I had gotten high with some people before then and marijuana always makes me really hypersensitive.
At one point, he reached under my shirt, which had been rolled up under my breasts, and tucked the knife into my bra. “You need to hold still,” he said, “or you’ll hurt yourself and it’ll be all your fault.”
In other news, having a kinky friend is kiiiind of awesome.
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.”