I like this ropework a lot.
I love simple stuff that keeps me basically immobile, things I can just squirm in.
Month: January 2014
Actions speak louder than words, and the ones in this gifset say, “You’re just a little fucktoy.”
frexkiss ✿
The ropes on your arms didn’t do much to keep you from sinking. Your legs trembled, but you couldn’t relax them. He hadn’t meant it to be predicament bondage, he mused, but he was pleased with it.
“When I started a trail of bites up your thigh and reached your pussy, you tried to close your legs. The punishment for this is stricter rules. Whenever we are alone, your pussy is to be accessible. No panties, no pants, and except when walking or laying on your side while cuddling, your knees are to always be at least shoulder-width apart.
"and now, I’m going to use a riding crop and yes, my teeth, to help you remember these new rules. Remember to thank me when I’m done.”
I’ve got this friend I’d like to tie up.
Nothing fancy, hands behind her back, just like so,
but enough to make her need some assistance
as we go about our evening.
I like the idea of choosing
whether to help, or whether to let her
figure out on her own how
to get what she wants.
(Agh this post is super, super blushy but Sir is having me write it so bear with me because ugh it’s so blushy I can’t.)
So, Sir decided that since we’re moving into a new sort of dynamic, I have a few lessons to learn so that I can be a good slave. The first, today, was that my holes needed to be filled up when they weren’t in use.
He taught me that the order was ass, mouth and pussy. The ass came first because I had to remember that my pleasure comes second. The mouth comes second so that I can get the gag wet with my pussy. And then the pussy is last to make sure I’m all filled up and I don’t forget what my holes are for.
It was the afternoon and I didn’t have anywhere to be for a bit, so I bent over on my bed and put my metal plug in my asshole. Then, I laid down and got my pussy all wet, rubbed my cock gag into it and gagged myself with it. And then I slipped Mr. Purple deep into my pussy, but didn’t turn it on.
It was a little overwhelming, how full I felt. I couldn’t even sit down because the pressure was so intense (I’m a very little girl) and so I was stuck either lying down or kneeling. But Sir said he was very proud of me and I was proud of myself. Usually, when it comes to doing stuff to myself on my own, I wuss out and don’t carry it out. But I just wanted to be a good girl.
I’m looking forward to learning more lessons.
This made me feel… feelings. Down there.
“You know I win,” he says, “I always win.”
And no matter how much I fuss and pout and argue, I know he’s absolutely right.
Every year we invite our neighbors over for a barbecue. Lily is of course always the main attraction.
Huge fantasy of mine, right hurrrr.
Good info-graphic.
The most important thing here for me are two things:
1.) That its an agreement that the spankee violated, during which she agreed to the punishment in advance.
2.) That it’s important the Spanker call the spankee on it, and then tell them about their poor decision.
Its amazing what you can get someone to agree to, just because they think they’ll never given in. 50 spanks on each cheek? Sure, if I cum on accident you can spank me 50 times on each cheek because that’s not going to happen…
Famous last words.
His buddies watched, mesmerized.
Talking after the last time they got together they had discovered that only the new guys liked to go first. Going first was too much like being the first on a dance floor, and most preferred taking their turn near the end when the gang bang was in full swing and the “guest of honor” was swollen, hypersensitive and overwhelmed with the sensations.
“Hmmm… next time, give me half an hour with her before we start.” suggested Dan, but wouldn’t give them any details except for a boyish grin.
So Dan had arrived with a black bag slung over his shoulder, approached her with relaxed authority, asked her if she needed to pee before starting, then kept up casual conversation while removing her clothes.
The rest of the room fell silent, listening to his banter while he directed her to sit and pulled out more rope than many of them had seen in their life. “Have you ever been tied up? There’s a certain art to rope work. Rope work on beautiful naked women is even more amazing.” He winked and started wrapping and tying. “It’s interactive art. Straight lines of the rope accentuating curves, it’s better than lingerie even if it’s just decorative rope. When the rope is also binding you, putting you on display, it’s even more stunning.”
Almost done, he rolled her onto her back and secured the ropes while telling her “Oh… and you looked tempting even before! You own this room, now. Can you sense it? Everyone else is captivated.
“Do you know what this is?” Dan asked, taking the wand vibe out of his bag and plugging it in, watching her nod and smile.