My love and I were sneaky, and we snatched some time together last week; I flew to her on Monday, and sadly had to leave her again on Wednesday. During that special time, though, we were able to play in so many different ways, albeit swiftly; we had a picnic, we went shopping for lingerie, we fulfilled a request I had, we had a bubble bath together in a big whirlpool tub in the hotel room… AND, we made time to try something that has intrigued us both, for a long time.
We went to Lowe’s, together, and wandered along to the “rope and chain” section, and purchased some soft braided lengths of clean white line. Perhaps more prosaic to buy at the home-center, but there’s still something fun about shopping together, evaluating which texture will feel best on her soft skin, which is too thin and would cut into her too much, which would be too thick to make pretty lines around her. As we’re wont to say, “mmphf”, lol!
So, Wednesday morning, she slipped into the room as I lay sleeping, about eight; and we spent time just snuggling and talking and smoking, having coffee, just being together… which was heavenly, but by the time we got out of the bed, we were going to be pressed for time, unfortunately. However, I was adamant that we were going to try this…
I had her stand before me, nude, and pulled the new rope from it’s packaging… watching her more than what I was doing, I found the center of the 30′ line, and looped that behind her neck, under her soft hair.
I’m not going to repeat the step-by-step instructions, which I had studied here; suffice it to say, without having the instructions open and available, I worked from memory as best I could (and, with the exception of adding an extra wrap around her waist, and not having the time to adjust properly I got the diamonds too small), it worked.
I pulled the lines under her sex, up and around, softly pulling, gently adjusting; there is something infinitely sexy, about having a willing submission to being wrapped up to me, that was thrilling; I could see occasional catches in her breathing, that matched my own, even as I was focused on the “how”, there was a clear underlying feeling of what it means, to bind another, to deeply feel her own willing need tobe bound, to be wrapped and tied.
When I had the harness on her, I took a few photographs, so that I could look back on it, and remember, and so she could see what I was seeing; the contrast of the clean white rope against her smooth, soft, tan skin.. the fall of her hair, the look in her eyes, the expression on her face, was absolutely wonderful.
I then moved her to the bed, and took two more lengths of matching line, and formed rope shackles around her thigh, just above the knee, and connected that to an upper wrap of the harness, spreading and pulling her legs apart, and fastening them so.. I’m looking at a photo of that position, and her beauty and the adorable expression of trust & soft submission is amazing…
I looked down at her, as she lay on the bed, looking up at me, open and vulnerable and sweetly aroused, and had her masturbate for me like that, for a time… I watched her touch and fingers dance in her pussy, watched her hips move, her eyes and face change, her breath causing her bound-up breasts to move, with the nipples darkened and hardened, until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and had to touch and taste and fuck her, wrapped and tied as she was…
When we were done, I unwound, untied, and freed her from the restraints, and we had to take a few more pictures, as the ropes and wraps had left sexy imprints on her skin; here’s an example of where the rope had passed along her ass, marking her as mine even when the harness isn’t there:
I can’t describe properly the feelings I had, even rushed, that tying
As we talked about this later, we both agreed that we want more of it- but, we also want more time to spend on it, and I shared a little bit of fantasy on what I envision, when we can, that I want to share:
I sat in the chair, as she stood before me, wearing a pretty sundress and heels that showed her pretty feet off, with their purple nails. I said quietly, “take off the dress”. She smiled softly and slowly, deliberately removed it, and stood holding it, waiting. “Go hang it up,” I instructed, and watched as she turned and obediently found a hangar and placed it carefully in the closet. I sat and admired her lithe body move, tan and supple . When finished, she again stood before me, waiting patiently as I looked from her feet, slowly up the length of her legs, across neatly groomed mound, along tummy and breasts, where the nipples were already starting to harden, up to the soft cloud of dark hair.
“Light the candles, little one, and the champa, and turn off the lights,” I instructed from my chair, and watched intently as she moved gracefully around the room, lighting the champa and placing it into the carved holder, then around to each candle, the soft mellow glow of the flames faint in the light, but soon shining brightly as more were lit, and turned off the harsh electric light. Once again returning to stand before me, this time bathed and skin glowing in the yellower, softer light, highlighting her breasts and the sweet loveliness of her dark eyes as they sparkled, almost glowing in with eager anticipation.
“Kneel, darling, and put your hands behind your neck,” I whispered, clearing my throat as my own breathing changed, watching as she carefully knelt, and placed her hands behind her head; I love seeing that position, as it forces her back up, breasts thrust out, and her looking up at me. We stayed like that for a bit, as I let the feelings of dominance and control wash through me, and seeing her own expressions change as she felt the submissive in her come alive.
“Now go and fetch the rope, sweet darling- but you may not stand,” I said eventually, and she nodded “okay”, and moved on her knees to collect and bring the clean white soft rope to me.
I took them from her, and separated the lines, putting the shorter pieces aside. I ran some of it across her chest, teasing her with the texture, and then looped the long length around the back of her neck, and stood up. Reaching down, I took her hands in mine, and helped her to her feet, so she was standing before me again, with long tails of white line falling along the front of her tan body.
I gently began to wrap her, slowly and deliberately bringing the ropes through her legs, pressing against her mound and pussy, teasing the lips with my fingers, sliding it along her opening a bit, letting her feel the texture with her sensitive pussy lips, and feeling her arousal evidenced by the moisture that was already oozing from her… around, through, over, slowly tying her, watching her eyes and breathing; I paused now and then, to adjust the fit of the harness, making sure that she felt the wrappings as I bound her to me… feeling the emotions swirling through me, as I claimed her in this way…
Her nipples grew harder, darker, little bumps and crinkles in the areola becoming more pronounced… her hips moved, involuntarily shifts became ever more rapid, as we shared this intimate time together. The scent from the incense, the flicker of the candles, the sounds of our breathing, the little murmurs as I worked were amazingly exciting; I could feel my arousal deepening, my longing, aching need for her increasing with each motion, each movement adding to the intensity. Finally, I stepped behind her with the last of the wrap, and carefully wound it off, wrapping it around and around two of the back-crossings.
Stepping back and looking, I whispered to her, “You have never looked so lovely, my precious darling; come, see,” and taking her hand, I led her to the mirror so she could see for herself how sensually beautiful she was, with her skin criss-crossed in the rope, each twist and curve and line formed contrasting sharply with her tan skin.
Her eyes glowed black, as she looked, turning and twisting to see better, until I turned her and took her face in my hands, and gently tilted her mouth up to kiss her softly, holding her by the cheeks; then, I stepped back and said, “Undress me now, sweet little bound-one. I want to see you moving and doing things, all tied up and mine.”
She unbuttoned my shirt, carefully kissing my chest and stomach as she revealed more, and slipped it off me. Seeing her from behind, as she took it to the closet to hang, with the wraps of rope around her torso, and the two lines crossing her ass and to her front, made me squirm and I could feel a dribble of precum form, in my pants. She returned and gently unbuckled, unzipped and snapped, and lowered my pants, kneeling as she worked them off my feet, then again to the closet.
She walked back to me, and I sat again, and just looked- devouring her with my eyes, standing there wearing nothing but her heels
and Shabari harness, waiting; I said, “Now, sweetie, you’re going to do a few things for me, just because I like the thought of having you dressed like that and doing things, just because. First, I want coffee.”
She made the inarticulate mmphfygrowl sound that I adore hearing, and immediately said, “Okay Sai,” and turned to make it; her sweet face concentrating, little movements with her mouth and tongue as she worked, intense and beautiful. While we waited for it to brew, I had her turn, and put one foot up on a chair, facing me- just so I could admire the gleam of her juices, as she felt the rope moving around her lips, and she told me she could feel herself getting wetter just from being bound.
When the coffee was ready, she filled my cup and brought it to me, waiting until I sipped, and told her it was good- “Oh good, yay!” she replied, with a little bouncy wriggle; that look of joy when she knows she’s pleased me, is thrilling to me, and I could feel my smile growing. Looking at her, I could tell she wanted something, so I asked, “What do you want, little one? What’s going on in that mischievous mind of yours?”
“Cockcicle!” she said, “I want some, may I please please have some?”
Laughing, I nodded, and said, “Yes, my darling, you may- come and taste.”
She gave a wriggle of pleasure, and then once more knelt before me, putting her hand on my thigh, pulling the dark fall of her hair to the side, and lowered her mouth to me, using her lips and tongue to taste the head, licking the precum off, making little “mmm” sounds as she tasted me, then softly lowered her mouth onto me, using her lips to caress my shaft, sucking a little, tongue moving around.
God, the feelings when she does that! So intense, so amazing; when my darling uses her mouth on me, there’s no question of her own pleasure, of her enjoyment. Never do I have the feeling that this is a chore she’s performing for Me, or a “duty”; no, she revels in the taste and texture and scents, which makes me enjoy it even more.
I had intended on fucking her, but watching and feeling this, I changed my mind, so I said, “Darling girl, you’re going to make me cum with your mouth. Tonight, I want to feel you worshipping my cock, and taking it into your mouth, and I want to spurt it in you that way, so I can watch you savor it and feel you pleasing me, just because.”
Again, an inarticulate noise, and as much of a ‘good!” as she could get out, with her mouth gagged by my cock… and she stroked and sucked and licked, swirling around the head, playing with my balls, making my eyes glaze over and then close, unable to keep them open as I concentrated on the feelings she was bringing up in me.
When I came, it was sharp, and deep, and without a lot of warning, but she never paused, never drew back- merely moaned and kept on pleasuring me with her attentions, swallowing and gulping when she had too, never letting a single bit of my cum escape her mouth and lips, until finally I began to soften in her mouth; pausing then, with my semi-hard cock still in her lips, she looked up at me with dark dark eyes, shining and happy, and I reached out and traced her cheek, ran my fingers through her hair, and said, “Oh god, you are amazing, you are so exciting and sexy, little darling. I can’t explain how you make me feel, and how I love you.”
I gently pulled her from me, and leaned over, to kiss her softly and deeply, tasting myself on her lips, sharing that way, too- and then I knelt with her, holding her tight to me, feeling her breasts pressing into my chest, the ropes that bound her rougher on my skin, and we held each other like that for a while, a kneeling snuggle, warm and close and intimate together… mmmphf.
*** There’s more that I imagine, but at this moment, I can’t write it out- because, as I told her on the phone earlier, I’m going to fuck her tonight; so, I’m posting this much, and now I’m going to go and use her. ***
March 31, 2012 - 8:52 pm
Categories: Dress & Adornment, Fantasy, Our Times, Uncategorized . Tags: bondage, claimed, hotel sex, M/f, masturbation, restraint, servitude . Author: Sai Lord of LV . Comments: Leave a comment