Hello Kitty duct tape.
Latex lingerie.
Pretty black rope.
Heart pasties.
There is so much to squee at in this picture, I don’t know where to start.
rope
I kind of looked at this for a while like hmmm what’s the point of whoever put her like that can’t get at her pussy or ass or even her mouth.
And then I was like…oh.
Her feet.
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.
Sometimes, I wish someone would just enforce some quiet time. I need it.
“Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can’t fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows.” – Aimee Bender, Willful Creatures.
Lately, Sir’s been posting a lot of images with two girls.
“You’re really into this idea, aren’t you?” I teased.
“Well yeah,” he replied, “just think of all the games I can play with you two.”
I want to be a pouty suspended girl
but I’m way too much of a control freak for suspension
so I’ll settle for being a pouty girl for now.
I love the fact that it looks like she can just get up and run away anytime she’d like to
and part of me doesn’t like it at all.
It’s why I always get so pouty when something’s left untied,
I hate options.
I was talking dirty on the phone with Sir this afternoon and I couldn’t find my vibrator. He thought it was hilarious that I weighed the possibility that he had taken it with him or hidden it. You know, to curb certain behaviors.
(He hadn’t. Yet.)