The Chair: Rope Journaling 8-11
He straddles the simple wooden chair in my bedroom and already his cock is at attention though I haven't touched him. I grin and run my hands down his arms as I put a rope cuff on each wrist, watching his cock dance in anticipation each time I brush against his skin. Sometimes I wonder, isn't he bored getting tied up again for like the fourth time this weekend? But moments like this drive home that I can stop worrying, I've found a fellow rope slut. A body doesn't lie.
Kneeling, I bind each of his wrists to a chair leg while looking up to watch him, eye lids heavy, breathing changed as he waits for what comes next. I'm supposed to be wicked but he's so vulnerably naked and blinded sans glasses that I can't help kissing him tenderly, gripping his chin in my hand to turn him towards me. My tongue playing on his as I run my palm down his neck to feel his pulse and breath in my hand. And that's enough, I don't need to squeeze or take his next inhalation from him, the hint of it, the tease is enough and I feel a rush of lust pass through me. Now I'm ready to be cruel.
I bind each of his ankles to the remaining chair legs which spreads his thighs a bit further, exposing him to me pleasantly. To take advantage of this I sit on the edge of the bed thereby straddling the chair as well which makes our knees touch, and if the chair weren't in the way I'm sure I wouldn't be able to resist making sure more than that were intertwined. Our crotches are so close it makes me sigh. I always want him so teasing him is a tease and torment for me as well.
Another kiss, this time my hand stroking his beard until I reach up for his curls pulling his head back and away from me. This exposes his neck and gets me a tiny moan from his parted lips. Reaching for my pile of tricks on the bed I grab the blindfold and take his sight from him so he'll no longer know which item I reach for, though he's had plenty of time to see the possibilities and wonder what I have in mind for him.
As soon as the scarf is knotted behind his head his body language changes making him more deferent and pliable. His normal sass is momentarily put on hold. Only the slight grin at the corner of his lips hints at who and how he is in daily life. Now he's quiet and mine to play with.
To start I wrap a length of small rope around that part of him that brings me so much pleasure, thrilled to watch pre-come dribble out of him before I'm even finished knotting the rope. He quivers as I tie it off to the chair back keeping him fully at attention, the rope covering his cock tight enough that the slightest movement of the rope causes him to gasp. And the amount of trust this takes combined with how lovely he looks tied to my chair makes me wet. I whisper something along those lines to him and he leans into me.
He's so sweet in this moment that I almost feel bad to enact the next part of my plan. But I carry on after responding with a pet of his hair. I put a clothes pin that's been tied to a string on each side of his nipple and wrap the string to the chair back before repeating this on the other nipple. This doubly ensures he can't wiggle away from anything I have planned for him. His mouth is open and brow furrowed to process the pain and I stay close, stroking his thighs and sides to watch him ride this experience, at attention in case anything is too much.
But he gamely breathes through it all, so I continue on with my plot by tickling, teasing, and torturing him. I run a pinwheel over his back and he sighs, curving his back into the sensation. I spank his ass and thighs and he groans. I periodically turn on the small vibrator tied to the cock rope and he moans. It's all such a delicious sight that I regret having to reverse the process and remove the clothes pins, the rope holding his legs to the chair, the rope oh so gently from his cock, the blindfold while kissing his forehead to watch him come back to earth, and lastly his wrists.
He could take more but we're new to one another and he's relatively new to this wickedness so I err on the side of not breaking my favorite toy. Besides this has just been the foreplay. I allow him to touch me briefly so he can feel how much I've enjoyed playing with his body but not enough to distract me from my further schemes. Then I tie his wrists to the head board to begin another bout of hedonism that will lead to so much pleasure and a payoff to all the teasing we've both endured.