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Wiggle Room: Rope Journaling 11-3

It’s been a week of “be careful what you wish for.” In the past I’ve wished Mr Right were a little more switchy and now here I am, two days since we last hung out and I still can't bear to look at my vibrator let alone imagine longing for an orgasm. To be fair it's at least half my fault. I did start it.

See my brain spent all of last Friday distracted and dreaming up ways to torment Mr Right. It was an especially creative day in the naughty section of my brain because it was the sort of day where I was hardcore procrastinating at work. And Mr Right’s butt was the focus of all my creative energy as I avoided doing boring crap like accounting and answering emails. So that by the time Mr Right picked me up from work I had written a dozen bad ideas (well bad for him, great for me) down in my rope notebook and had an evil smile on my face I couldn't hide.

By the time we were ready to retreat to the bed room I was grinning up at him like a creep. “Nope you don't have any ideas.”

He tried to kiss away some of my smugness but it only made my head full of deviousness fuller. My look seemed to be making him a little nervous, which it should have, I was feeling downright cruel. While he was in the bathroom I got to the task of hiding hard points along the length of the sides of his bed frame by tying rope there. He came back just in time to catch me finishing up. “No, no ideas! I'm not in any trouble.”  He promptly walked out of the room.

“Glad you understand. Now, less pants!”  I called out to him.

My hands were grabbing at his ass before he could fully drop his jeans to the floor. Such was my desire for him. I hoped I could resist the urge to fuck him long enough to fuck with his mind.

Once he was naked I fell to my knees admiring his hardness and inwardly reminding myself to not take him in my mouth. Instead I leered up at him while I tied rope lines all up and down both of his legs then lines around his hips and belly and chest. Finishing with the most comfy wrist cuffs I could devise.

“Boy it's a good thing you're not up to anything.”

“Me? Nope just want you to be comfy since you're going to be in this for a while. A long while.”

“Oh really?”

I push him back on the bed, briefly knocking the sass off his face. “Yeap, now scoot to the middle.”

First I bind his wrists spread eagled to the far corners of the head board.  Next I use the rope I’d tied to the bed earlier to snug the ropes around his chest and waist, repeating this on both sides so he’s trapped in the middle of the mattress and can’t move an inch.  I test his confinement by periodically tickling him, if he can still move I tighten the ropes around his torso until he has zero wiggle room.  There comes a moment when it clicks with him, the general idea of what I’m up to and he looks at me like, “Really?  You’re going there?”  To which I just lean into kiss him and whisper, “You’re in a lot of trouble, mister.”

He shyly smiles at me and I return to the work of binding his legs, the entire length of them--not just his ankles--to the bed, so he can’t even wiggle his thighs.  This is the most important part, the part I’m counting on, so many of my plans hinge on being able to torture his exposed thighs and teasing his still hard and unused cock without him being able to turn away from me.  So when I tickle test him again and he can’t move at all, I snicker and leave the room, increasing his vulnerability, in order to retrieve the things I’ll use on him.  “Don’t go anywhere!”  I joke over my shoulder.  

Next comes the blindfold.  He’s seen me gathering most of what I’ll use on him so the general idea of what will happen can’t be a surprise.  And yet this addition always seems to quiet him, making him more compliant as he waits, down his ability to see or move.  So who am I to deny him the pleasure of denying his ability to see.  Plus he looks so cute in my red satin scarf that I use as a blindfold.

Who can remember what order I tease and hurt him in.  There’s ice cubes (especially cruel for the man who hates to be chilly), a pin wheel, clothes pins, tiny rope tied around his cock, a vibrator run along the ropes, and my hands or a cane applied to his thighs with him unable to flinch at the pain.  I occasionally brush his cock with my hands but not sexually, totally denying what he (and let’s face it, I) want.  So that by the time I untie his dick, it absolutely dripping with longing.  I take pity on him, lubing up my hands to stroke him to which he makes the most beautiful sighs and moans, louder and more plentiful than usual to make up for the fact that he can’t move.

Soon I can’t take it anymore, I tie his hands in a more comfortable position, and untie the waist ropes so that I can straddle him.  I take off the blind fold so that he can see I’m naked where I hadn’t been when I started and he can watch me fumble for and apply a condom to him.  The joint relieved sigh that issues from us is incredible and we smile at one another as I continue.  I fuck him until I can’t anymore and have to untie him and insist he take over. 

And yada, yada, yada…sex. 

Flash to the next afternoon, we’re sitting watching something dumb on TV or making a cheese plate or looking at dog pictures…any of those mundane activities we enjoy together when not fucking one another’s brains out, when he looks over at me.  “I have ideas for later.”  It’s said with that gleam in his eyes that I know exactly what he means.  My turn to feel shy, blush a little, and feel that lightening hot flash of lust pass through me right to my cunt.

“Oh really?”  He nods and waggles his eye brows at me.  “Well shit, this is the hazard of teaching you things, now you can use them against me.  Oh darn!”

No enormous surprise that later that night I find myself undressed and tied up much the same way I had tied him the night before.  “Oh gee I wonder what you have in mind.”

“Nothing, nothing.  Totally innocent and virtuous thoughts only.”

He even tosses me in the bed the same as I did to him before tying me to the bed in the same way.  I have to laugh as I resign myself to what’s about to happen, knowing just how screwed I am.  Probably literally.  And there’s the blind fold, and the rattle of the ice maker and the clink of the pin wheel and clothes pins.  He applies them all to me much in the same way I did to him expect meaner because I can take it.

“Is this what you mean when you say you like awkward rope and pain?” he asks at one point as I squeal and admit, “Yes!” 

And he places the evil new vibrator between my legs as an ever present torment and distraction.  Evil because it has settings built into it that are very good at keeping a person just on the edge of orgasm but never vibrating strong enough for release. It’s also surprisingly powerful, and able to drag orgasms out me, orgasms outside of my control, orgasms so powerful I lose the ability to speak or move or function as a human. Something he found out the other night when he helped vibrate me to an orgasm but then refused to stop, holdingme down until I couldn’t move anymore and screamed, “Fuck you, I hate you, shut up, I hate this, you’re terrible.”  Much to his great and endless amusement until he stopped just before I was worried I would pass out.

This in mind, I thought “oh shit” the second he turned that vibrator on and seated it in just the right place between my legs.  I knew exactly what he was up to and I wondered if I’d survive the number of orgasms I’m sure he was plotting. And what felt like an hour and a million and two orgasms later the answer is, just barely.  He did eventually untie me for…yada, yada, yada water, more sex, and oh so much cuddling.

This is how days later I’m pout/grinning about how exhausted my clit still is.

Adventures in Housesitting: Part 2--Rope Journaling 10-4

Scene: Lazy afternoon in house I’m sitting  for a couple weeks.

Him via text:  “I’m gaming today but will probably be free around 5. Not sure if you had any specific plans for today.”

Me via text:  “I had thoughts...If you’re feeling naughty you should grab a snack after nerding and tell me about when you’ll get to the house. After I’m done playing with you I’ll cook you dinner.”  No response for a bit so I add.  “Or if you just want a nice normal evening you should tell me where to meet you for dinner.”

Him via text: “I’m very intrigued by this offer.  Anything else I should bring?”

Me via text: “Your perfect butt.  I’ll give you more instructions when you let me know you’re on your way over. Oh and hey...enjoy gaming ;)”

Him via text:”Oh I will!”

I spend the next couple hours setting the scene. Laying out ropes.  Putting some visually interesting items like condoms, clothes pins and the rope I use to bind his cock on a side table.  I put down a blanket and pillow for him in kneel on.  I get out the corset and slutty shoes he doesn’t know he picked out for me earlier in the week when I asked him vaguely in a text “purple or black? It will be important later this week.”  I finely tune a playlist of background music.  

Then I try to relax: I vibrate myself half way to an orgasm until it’s 6 and I’m getting antsy. So I put on the corset and shoes and send him some visual motivation in the form of a picture a lot like this...


Me via text: “In case you need motivation.  This is waiting for you.”

Him via text:  “You do know how to properly motivate a man.  I should be 10-15 minutes.”

Me via text: “Good!  When you get here the door will be unlocked. Come in.  Lock the door.  Undress.  Kneel on the blanket on the floor, naked, facing the front door. I’ll join you shortly.”

I hide myself upstairs and wait wondering if he’ll get the text or follow the directions.  

He knocks on the door and I wait, willing him to look at his phone.  Timidly the door opens and closes.  There’s silence as I try not move on the top of the squeaky steps I’m perched on while listening for clues. I curse the music I turned on so he can’t hear me which means I also can’t hear him.  

Soon I hear his bag dropped, his pants hit the floor and eventually there’s silence.  I know I should make him wait and wonder for a while but I’m too impatient.  I walk down the impossibly loud stairs and see his cute naked butt where he kneels looking delicious and vulnerable at the bottom of them having following my instructions perfectly.

Me: standing behind him looking “Someone looks sexy.”

His whole body tenses while I clumsily tie a blindfold over his eyes wondering why I'm nervous. I kiss down his neck. Lick at his ears and shoulders, watching him sway under the sensations and sighing happily each time I touch him in a new way. When I grab his arms to the small of his back to start a box tie he falls against me, a gesture so sexy and sweet something inside me goes swimmy.

Once his sneaky hands are bound I pull him right against my corseted chest and run my hands over his, tickling until I decide to grab a nipple just to hear his intake of breath.  He squirms against me and it takes all my self control to finish tying him up before playing with him.  Which I eventually do, hands and mouth all over him while whispering him sweet nothings.

Me: “Don’t go anywhere.”

I walk a way to grab a snack.

Me: “Since you’ve been so good, here’s dessert before dinner.”

I feed him strawberries from my lips. I sip on a good whiskey and kiss him so he can get the taste.  I finger myself and enjoy his frustration at not being able to see or feel me and paint his lip with my wetness when I’m finished.  Kissing him to taste me on this lips.

His legs look tired so I sit him in a chair, taking off the blindfold so he can watch me pleasure myself while he’s still incapacitated. But the floor is hard and so is he so I get impatient that untie him.  And as these things go it isn’t long before he’s tossing me around until I don’t know or care who’s in charge.  

It’s delightful and hedonistic.  Only the sort of random lustful canoodling one can get into with a whole house at their disposal and no roommates.  Eventually I get too hungry to be distracted by his meat and require dinner meat, followed by hot tub cuddles, followed by more sexy shenanigans.

No neighbors interrupt us to deliver beverages.