Dang, RT!
rolledtrousers:
Take a moment, and just try and think about how you look right now. What a mess you’ve become. Try and slide your eyes out of your head, get a new perspective, and take an objective glance at the sprawl of limbs and struggles that make up you, right now. It’s almost silly. I don’t know why you even try.
You’re not going to get free. Struggling isn’t going to do anything but make you uncomfortable when your limbs start to ache, and your frustration sears itself like a light in the dark across your retinas, something harsh and distracting. Why don’t you just rest? Why don’t you accept the fact that’s sounding on the klaxon like there’s a fucking air raid about to hit?
You are done.
You are mine.
And you don’t get to move an inch without my say so.
You’re tied because it’s the only way that you’ll really know, for sure, that you’re finished. That the little rebellious spark that whimpers in the corner of your head, tries to lash out when I’m moving in, is about to become an ex-spark. It’ll still come out to play, I’m sure, but the fight will be gone. Because this is the point where we both know that your ability to refuse my control is behind you. You’ve tripped the wire, and now you have to deal with the mine.
All mine.
He held her like contempt, one hand grasping both jaw and throat, fingers breaching across her lips and against her windpipe. The other hand was between her legs, finding home against her clit, her wet covering his fingertips.
“The romance is in the seduction.” The words pressed against her, an oppressive heat against her mind. It wasn’t so much the content, but the tone. Something had him riled, and she as there to take the brunt of it. The thought terrified her. The thought thrilled her.
“But we’re past the seduction. I seduced you. You fell for it, and now where are we.” It didn’t have a question mark. It was as rhetorical as they come. She shivered.
“Now there’s just you, and me, and what I can do to you.” He fell into natural pauses, each one lingering a little longer than the last, while his hand got him distracted, fingers against that most sensitive of nubs.
“There’s no space for romance. There’s just this…” His hand came up, glistening, and held it in front of her eyes. “And this…” He grinned, and pulled his hand away from her mouth, pressing those wet fingers against her lips, forcing it past them, grazing against teeth until he could press her slickness against her tongue.
“And that’s just fine.” It should’ve sounded reassuring, should’ve been something nice to end on. But it read like a threat, the final jab of the knife against her. His hand was around her throat now, and he was slowly squeezing as she suckled on his fingers, tasting herself, tasting him, and shivering, trembling, quivering. A mess of desire and fear, the best kind.
“Now lets have some fun.” The last word had barely left his mouth before his hand plunged back between her legs, lifting her up by that grip, pulling her onto his lap. Her hands moved against the binds, but any struggle just made his position stronger.
She surrendered to it.
fortheloveofasub:
As you crawl into the bedroom, I direct you, “Crawl up on the bed and lie down on your stomach spread eagle facing the footboard. By spread eagle I mean legs wide apart and arms wide over your head as though you were tied to the bedposts.”
You move to comply and I give little flicks of the flogger on your ass as encouragement.
“So what’s this?” I ask holding up a pair of dirty panties you apparently discarded on the floor. “Leaving your dirty laundry laying about is not acceptable my pet,” I admonish stepping up beside you. “Open your mouth wide.”
As you do as you’re told I stuff the dirty panties in your mouth leaving the waist band dangling.
“That should serve several purposes my pet,” I observe. “It should be a reminder not to leave your dirty laundry on the floor and also should keep you a little quieter as I set about punishing you for your transgression.”
Thinking to this point that we were coming to the bedroom for some pleasure, you look wild-eyed as I menacingly spin the flogger around.
“Hold your position little one, do not move your legs one iota or I shall be forced to tie you down in this position.”
You nod in compliance and close your eyes to what you know is about to come. Using quick light circling strokes the leather tendrils kiss your back starting at the shoulders working down to your already pink ass. Around and around I spin the flogger alternately landing kissing and biting slaps of the leather to the backs of your legs and into your inner thighs. Working higher the flogger stings at the crease of your inner thigh and sex, eventually landing square on your pussy and ass.
You jump with the alternating light and heavy blows and struggle to keep your legs apart fighting every urge to clamp them together in self-defense. But to your credit, you manage to hold out with only muffled moans attesting to your suffering.
Mmmm….playtime….