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Script – Foiled Again…I was so close to the Rope social!

For the past three months I’ve been trying to get out and be social.   Really I have!   Admittedly I went into sort of a non-kink life frenzy shortly after missing Lewbaricon in St Louis this past spring.   My travel routing which is a big part of my typically insane life changed leaving me less time with established frequent party and kink stops and more dammed business stops.

In June the Chesty Blonde’s dad decided to show up from Florida with less than 12 hours notice.  Fuck mission aborted.  I did how ever make quite the impression as he entered the hose I was apparently standing up throwing a double bird at the elected official speaking on TV while screaming profane bursts in that general  direction.

The following month the Chesty Blonde’s Mom and Stepdad came in for dinner. Oh it was all prearranged with the little chesty Mrs but I don’t exactly write rope social on the fucking family calendar to block off my time.  Typically I would bail out this type of event if there was something else going on but this time I had already been committed to be the fucking chef!  Fine! I cooked we ate, I made cruel snide comments and uncalled for jokes at which is not at all out of character and  everyone laughed having  had a great time…except for me.  While a gracious host I kept thinking about the other festivities going on elsewhere.

Then came the August outing.   I made it perfectly clear what the date was.   As fate would have it her mom was coming in but it was for a Girl’s day of spa and beauty crap.  In other words I was not welcome.  So the Blonde wouldn’t consider attending and I couldn’t needle her into it but everyone else had plans leaving me with no encumbrances.   Or so it seemed.

Sunday Morning – everyone sleeps in I wake up around 5 and go to the gym.  Other than being there an hour early than anticipate everything is going as scheduled.   I do some extra cardio, shower and head home.   The Blonde is sitting on the front porch in the cool morning air sipping a fifty five gallon cup of water.  OK it was 64 ounces which might as well be a 55 gallon drum.  At least she wasn’t going to be having hydration issues like I was.

“our appointment is at 1 then we may go to the mall and dinner.”   She tells me as I gobble down homemade blue berry pancakes and try to rehydrate.  I admit that I have the “thing at 3” but other than that wasn’t sure what I’d be doing.  All seemed fine then came the possibility that my youngest might not want to go dress shopping could I pick her up.  I agreed that if she called by 2:15 I’d pick her up and drop her off before I left.   After all 3:00 is just the starting time I could just as easily show up for the social at 3:15 or even four and no worries I’d still be just as welcome right?

The time comes for me to get ready to leave so I turn off Netflix where I was watching some inane music documentary, pack a small rope bag with an assortment of green 6 and 8mm coils that haven’t been touched since I processed them a few months ago, throw a few treats in the direction of the neighbor’s dog as I head out to the running store to indulge my wicking sock fetish.  Ok it’s not a real fetish but I do like my special socks for when I run and since I’m doing a mileage build up a few new pairs were in order.

My youngest text’s me “I’m going to go with them.”   Hell yeah full steam ahead! As I head toward the highway calling my old friend Victoria.   I arrive at the sock store which is jammed with running shoe fetish types all in their special clothes and sets of symbols.   You think S&M has a sub culture try figuring out the mutations of running fetish people…there are the pronators the over pronaters , the neutrals, the short and long distances types those that partake in hill training etc.

As I park at the running fetish store I get a text from the Blonde.  “Want to meet for dinner later in west county?”  I agree that it might work then 3 minutes later the phone rings.  “will I come with them.  Lilly want to go but not to shop for dresses with Diva”  FUCK!  They were supposed to be at the damn mall already.  Fuck!

She asks again nicely I have no fucking intention of being at a damn mall on a Sunday afternoon, let alone when I already had my first kinky plans in months,  god damn it.  You can meet us here and we can all ride together.   I’m driving a small sedan and not my SUV fucking wonderful I thought.  I warned her that I’m hungry but would go.   I such a damn sucker.  Fuck!

Dropping them at the door I park and run to the pretzel stand hoping they’ve added an option for valium to the menu.  Yes I’d like a salted original with the super dose valium dipping sauce.  After about 15 minutes I was able to be not a complete dick but had my full blown sharp edged tongue on.  Any iron since I was rocking a shirt with a fat Buddha that read “I have the body of a god”  Apparently the pissed off look in my eyes told the bible thumpers not to fuck with me over my semi religious themed shirt.  (note to self go buy Satan shirts for the Christmas shopping season)

Then Lilly looking punk rock with her jet black hair and purple, electric blues and green streaks, and ripped skinny jeans and I went to Dicks found the folding chair section and sat in the balcony of the West County Mall watching the suburban wasteland pass us by in blissful oblivion.

Finally we headed east toward the city for dinner at a favorite Mexican place which for once was barely filled as we sat inside the open doors looking out at the patio.  The Blonde and her mother splitting a pitcher of Margarita’s.  Grand ma loosens up when she’s buzzed.  They girls laughed for hours including the entire ride home all of them having a good time.   Diva  my 17 year old ever the creative prankster blocked her  phone number and called me.   In her deepest horror movie demon voice told me “there’s a dead hooker in the trunk of the car”  to which I responded that’s OK I’ve got a rope kit in the trunk of yours so don’t open it or Grandma will be rooting through it and I’m in no mood to explain.

I looked at the clock It was 5:30 If I drove like hell I could make the last hour of the social and maybe meet a few people who went out for dinner afterwards.  I decided instead to go for shaved ice.  I was so damn close before as always seems to be the case I was foiled again like some witless cartoon villain.

It might seem like an odd question after all I don’t know of any large public companies or for that matter even most businesses on main street  seeking out that type of exposure.   After all most of America doesn’t like to admit that it likes sex let alone kinky play.  I think prime time TV tells a different story but that’s a topic for another day.  Still I think companies would think twice about handing out items with their logos on them to every Dom, Hick, and Hairy if they knew where they really ended up.  Here’s just one example.

So I decided to buy some more rope for my collection.  Yes I know I was told that I didn’t need  8mm hemp but figured why listen to a rope bottom if I think I need more hemp then well god damn it I need more rope and that’s that.  Ok not really but there are a few ties I wanted to try with 8mm and so guess what my Chesty Blonde stunt bunny wasn’t in on the plan well until the rope showed up.  You might expect it went something like this “Hi Baby I’m home.  Find some heels and get naked. Daddy’s feeling dirty”  But see that would be too simple in my world the Blonde was out of town so it went more “oh what did I do tonight, not much talked to the Wild One and Victoria for a bit, had Mexican and a few drinks for dinner and oh I got some new rope so I spent the entire evening rearranging my rope bags, catching up on ropecast and planning for when you get home tomorrow. ”   She worries when I have time to plan, little does she know I’m always scheming on what I want to try next.

This time I decided to push my own limits and used a new supplier.  In short I went local for my rope to Aja Rope which turned out to be a hell of a find as far as convenience, a nice selection, and on top of it Aja and Lily turned out to be really cool people.  So after ordering 120ft of Chocolate Brown Hemp (a 60’ and two 30’s in case you were wondering) it was time to pick it up. They do ship all over including Canada so if you’re not local they’re still worth a look.  They were good sports and rounded up some MFP that I added to the order after arriving and wanted to give as a belated birthday gift to a friend.  Well let’s just say I can’t wait to see what that lime green rope looks like by her bright red birthday spanked ass.

Now if you know me I’m always somewhere, at one event or set of meetings or another, industry shows, outings, etc.  As I’ve mentioned it’s a good life for a corporate whoremonger and many of the perks along the way aren’t bad either.  Last week’s freebies was two lunchbox sized coolers from the Ritz and a Nike pullover with a corporate logo.  The truth is I’m a snob and only actually take home things I think are cool.  Trade show trash and trinkets I don’t even bother picking up, it’s the premium items that get kept.  A few years ago while at a racing school event that was sponsored by 5 different companies I ended up with a really great gym bag.  I have a thing for bags and it was a good one so I kept it despite the fact is it had a competitor of mine’s logo across the top in bright orange and red letters.  It felt wrong to use on a daily basis so it got tucked inside other bags that were tucked inside of a suitcase sort of like nesting dolls.

Well there I am with my new rope from my new acquaintances I had a free evening in an empty house and an entire night stand drawer filled with rope and if you’ve been in my bed room my night stand is larger than most.  And before anyone gets the bright idea to ask; no that is not a metaphor for my dick.

So I decided to rearrange my rope into a series of bags with the rope inside now segmented into their own plastic bags, 6mm hemp would no longer mingle wantonly with the 9/32 mfp.  And of course being more GQ than most I put what I thought would be interesting color combinations together.  The New Chocolate went in the Natural 6mm. The Grape still a standout that was kept by its self. But the fact that the night stand was over flowing I decided to organize it into a bag.  Enter the corporate logo.  I looked at it and it is a well made good sized bag.  It had great outer pockets with zippers and mesh compartments. Perfect for EMT shears, short lengths for quick cuffs at the ends were other deep zippered pockets that held hair brushes, wooden spoons and small paddles with ease and best of all there was a wet compartment  intended for shoes that would be perfect for used rope.

It was packed full, all but bursting at the seams, hemp is heavy there is no two ways about it.  Still that damn logo was staring me in the face.  I thought about just leaving it there.  Maybe I could just put some tape over it and write my name on it with a sharpie.  Then I paused for a moment and looked at a bag that was meant to be used for golf outing and other puritan white bread events.  I considered what would their CEO say if he knew his corporate logo was being drug to BDSM play parties and dungeons throughout my world.  That it would ride on airplanes with a loving note tucked inside explain to the TSA as to its contents all with his logo in plain sight.   I laughed they are a public company with a very conservative southern culture, Church, gold, hunting, and Family dinners.  The thought of just leaving the logo in plain sight while containing the tools of my wicked trade was almost too much fun.  The Duct tape and sharpie won out but only after putting a bullwhip inside the bag for good measure.  No I don’t use it, it’s literally a bull whip not a single tail still it’s the first whip a lover ever bought for me and well I like to carry it around in case someone ever want to do an Indianan Jones scene.   Or maybe to fend off my competitors should they ever catch wind of what’s in the bag.

Finally this disclaimer.   I write about something it’s because I bought it and like it, found it funny, thought it might be useful or a good way to waste time.  Then there is always the option that I just wanted to share in my typical TMI way.  Now if you’ll excuse me I’m trying to decide if I prefer satin or gloss poly on the paddles I’m making.  I’m leaning toward gloss since it will sparkle more in the candle light.

Show Notes

Rope Bondage - Hemp vs. MFP

Malflic once again finds a reason to get out his rope bag and pseudo justify buying more new rope the he actually doesn’t need.  Still he convinces the Chesty Blonde to play along as he tried to answer the question for the ages when it comes to bondage…Hemp vs. MFP rope.  It’s more fun than science as he reviews six tied he conducted on his willing partner and the perceived differences that natural fiber rope gave him as the rigger  and the Blonde as the stunt bunny DuJour .  Over time Malflic who is only human became distracted by his sexy partner who was set on seducing him into non bondage related activies before he eventually tells of how he introduced a series of nibbles, kisses, pinches and smacks into to the process along with nipple clamps and sex toys.

Intro The Chesty Blonde

Welcome Back to Exercising My Demons.  I’m the Chesty Blonde and today not only am I the hostess of this episode but I was also the stunt bunny used in the “research portion” .

Malfic’s ask me to do a lot of different things over the years but anything that starts with the question naked or clothed before he explains what he’s planning to do still sets off more than a few  alarms.   As a matter of fact Mal has me tied to a chair right now in the name of “artistic integrity”.  On the upside he let me keep my heels on and was nice enough to close the blinds and turn up the heat in so it could be worse.   As most of you know we’re pretty “nontraditional” I’m not June Cleaver and well he’s certainly no Ward; unless Ward was a closet deviant. Around here it shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone that the topic of traditional Shibari   ties the kind Midori  Teaches are put up against the benefits of 2 Knotty Boys fusion style with bondage is just the kind of thing his dirty mind would obsess over.   Me I’d rather obsess over J.D.

Then of course there is the debate of Hemp vs. MFP rope. Which is what he tries to answer in the episode, with my help of course.  So sit back, relax, (sarcastically) assuming you’re not tied to a chair at this very moment that is.  & Let your imagination run wild and so we begin…Rope Bondage Natural Hemp vs. Synthetic MFP

Malflic

I thought of calling this “confessions of a rope addict” or of placing an ad that read “Bondage Bunnies wanted for a semi scientific rope experiment”.  After all what kind of man has his favorite rope vendor on speed dial on both his cell phones, skype and his the office desk set?

Of course with all the crazy things that have been happening to people on Craig’s list with my luck an add that read “Assortment of Stunt Bunnies wanted for semi scientific wanted for bondage story and possible pictorial” There is always the morality police or real police running a sting operation but since its wasn’t for sex and I’m sure as hell not paying someone so I can tie them up the second concern was I’d end up with a litany of responses from 450 pound cross dressers interested in suspension work which might be more of an issue because I have no interest or idea how to tie around a guys stuff even if its tucked and well I don’t do suspension work.   With that in mind I thought it best to work within the confines of the folks I know.  Enter my standard quasi interested but willing to put up with me stunt Bunny DuJour and partner the Chesty Blonde.

Like so many things in my life the latest quest started when I went off to one of my all time favorite sites on the internet, in this case it was twistedmonk.com.    So what is a rope guy with a few extra bucks in his pocket going to do…order a bunch of new rope under the guises of wanting to finally answer definitively and for all the ages the pressing question of hemp vs. mfp.

Well that and there is something about ordering a product with the name Statutory Grape that just makes me smile!  This time was going to be different, it was an experiment so why not really get wild and change a few things around so I headed toward pretty kitty pink for a bit of color diversity but sadly they were out.

So after the panic subsided and a quick call to assess the inventory situation I got a pleasant answer from the nice guy picked up the phone who said it would be a while and in my opinion potentially worse yet it might be going the way of green.  I scurried off to asses my options and settled in on what other than sex and violet, a bright, shocking, vivid color.  Perfect and I could only imagine how great it would look next to or tied around black leather.  After all I have enough black rope to last a lifetime and well I’m just not that into red even on sports cars. Now don’t get me wrong I dig red latex and that same color in lingerie is fine but when it comes to sports cars and rope…well just not my flavor.  White hemp would be unheard of and I’ve got a enough issues in life without bringing cotton or an exotic type fiber into the mix.   Besides I have enough white mfp procured over the years from the local dom depot to dock the pacific fleet.   (Clears throat) and Ahem mine isn’t all moldy from sitting outside in the rain.

Anyway

A box shows up at the house about 10 days later.  Of course I wasn’t here and I arrived home myself a few days later after an extremely long day on two overcrowded amateur traveler filled excessively late flying penis.  I walk in the door soon after sorting through the small of packages and mail that arrive for me.   There it is my box filled with new rope!   Who knew I could love a generic USPS box so much before even opening it.  I ran off to another room to tear it open and admire that wonderful color.

Well now it was officially on! Time to uncoil and get to work.

So the goal was pretty simple to do the same six ties with both kinds of rope.  Starting off with a simple body harness tied with a series of overhand knots.  Then a straight forward chest harness, and since well she is chesty and I’m especially partial to her tits in a Japanese pearl tie that I would abandon mid experiment and exchange for something all together different.    What good is rope if you can’t every so often tie someone to the bed post so why not a one column tie.  I did have a lover years ago who like to be tied to the radiator in her apartment, when it wasn’t on of course.  She never strained against the ropes but really just got off on the whole thing and her body position.  Maybe that’s a story for another time.

Being a bit of an avid reader this little experiment also gave me the perfect opportunity to put one of my new books into action and try out the consequences tie from the two knotty boys new book and then a little chair bondage because well nothing like having her on hers knees, bound to a chair and completely at my mercy.

So as she said I started with Naked or clothed?  She chose clothed to start which was a bit of a drag but gave me another goal of getting her naked throughout our little adventure.  After FINALLY getting her to go along with the plan we began.

First up, the Body Harness with hemp so while looking into her eyes I uncoiled my choice color of the moment and began running the rope through my hands to get a feel for the rope while  in an attempt to make a connection with both the fibers and my partner.   The only Naughty thing was the Chesty Blonde so it was time to start.

Finding the ends and then measuring off to center of it finally I was going to start adorning her sexy frame after entirely too much waiting.  Placing the rope with the center loop on her upper back  and the length dangling tauntingly across her tits the first overhand knot was tied just above her breasts. The second just below those luscious but still covered tits.  Then another knot at her upper stomach, mid belly, and just below the waist.

Until this point she was humoring me and I faced a decision on whether or not to tie another knot or two in strategic places as the ropes underneath her and start back up across that shapely ass that I love to smack oh so much.  You could tell she knew what I was thinking but lacking a specific opinion waited as I opted not to add the additional knots between her legs.  After all this was about the rope itself and not just adding extra stimulation to her kitty quite yet.  I did add an overhand knot at the top of her ass cheeks most to keep the ropes between together as I worked the other parts of the tie.

So up and under the loop on the back of her neck where it all started and then I started.  Around the ribcage and over her breasts, then around her torso.  With each pass the loose ropes started to ever so slowly with each pass her get tighter against her body.  Oh how I love those diamonds crisscrossing her body.  Finally tying off the realization hit me that I had no clue what to do now.  One tie down 11 more to go so after leaving things in place for just few minutes I decided to unwrap her.

Slowly untying it was time to repeat the same process with the MFP which in this case was a lovely shade of midnight blue.  It was a slight contrast against her dark t shirt but trust me is stunning against her bare skin.  Still I wasn’t able to talk her out of her clothes quite yet, it was not time to abandon hope besides this way it would offer a an equal experience to the hemp.

Front knots in place, lines run playfully over her kitty and up her curvy backside it was time to start on the front.  Up and over her chest…maybe I stopped for a moment or two to handle them a little and share a few nipple pinches.  And over and under snugging things up nicely.  Ahh not quite wrapped up and tied tight like bulging cupcakes but still damn nice. Around her torso, across her waist and then there we were tied up nice and tight.

Here’s where my science was off a little bit I was using 6mm hemp and I was using the equivalent of 8mm synthetic rope. Which translates for those of us in the states to about  5/16ths.  You know there is a difference the minute you run the ropes through your hands and the Chesty Blonde when asked said she could feel the difference on her entire body but the main thing was where the rope passed between her legs.   Made perfect sense to me but that really didn’t help determine if the material was the cause of the sensation change or if it was the thickness.

As a little princess told me once it’s not all about length, girth really does matter.  She wasn’t talking about rope necessarily  but still the analogy works, length and girth always matter.

Never one to be deterred by a little resistance or the facts I figured she’s still standing there and I’ve still got rope so why not proceed.  After talking her out of her shirt, but not her bra the tease and I continued to our old favorite the chest harness which is where it all began with rope for the two of us.

Since MFP was close by off we went with bight in the back just off center and my first pass of ropes went over the top of her breasts.  A moment later she had them cupped in her own hands and in  a way I was jealous but a decision needed to be made and there would be plenty of time for holding and fondling just a little later. Around and back under those luscious mounds again this time the top line in my pass found itself lying just under where boobs meet rib cage.  Perfect!  Now back around and again across the top with a pass, to the back now over the shoulder, mmm she does have sexy shoulders too.  A little nibble on her neck and then back down between under the top ropes and inside of her left breast passing through the rope at the bottom, giving a slight upward pull before crossing them over the previous pass and up the inside of her right tit. Over the shoulder and tied off in back.

Here are two important facts one which you probably don’t know about me and the other which is if nothing else fairly predictable.   The first is as a child is was completely  ambidextrous, sure the world tried to force me to be right handed but it never really worked and a lot of time I find myself tying things backwards.  It’s the same tie but done with the opposite hand than most people.  Sometimes things go right to left and other times things go left to right.  Shit happens and its all the same when its done but on occasion when learning knots it’s made things more challenging.   The second thing is when tying of from behind and someone starts rubbing her sexy ass into my crotch I can become distracted. Insert nibbles kisses and pinches all with me behind her.

Moving right along after a slightly drawn out untying period it was time to more onto the hemp.  This one followed the exact same process; more or less.  After all I was only human and well a little more kissing and petting was in order as I took my good old time getting things into place.  The girl knows me well and she knew if she kept rubbing her ass on my ever hardening dick sooner or later it wasn’t the ropes that would end up somewhere.

So with a still bra clad nipple pinched between each index finger and thumb. Wiggling ass thrust against my crotch I asked if she could feel the difference.  She Purred and  pressed  into me a little more.  You see this is the moment where had someone not decided to keep their shorts on it would have been game over.  Rope? What Rope?  But since she had I just took a hold of the chest harness gave it a little tug and started untying it unclipping her bar in the process.

Bare breasts, warm flesh, and I’d bet wet panties  I turned her to face me, pulled her close and slowly assed every single inch of that rope over her body as I found the middle again and decided to take a slightly different path than I had intended heading into the corselet tie.  There’s a great video on the two knotty boys site showing how it’s done and it’s also in their second book.  Three things I learned on this one.  First 6mm was way too thin to have the visual effect I wanted both in the wraps around her torso and in the knot above the those beautiful breast and glistening nipples.  Which leads me to my second point; there is something really special about mixing one moaning sex pot, the smell of hemp rope, and an erect nipple between your teeth that you just might be flicking with your tongue the same time.

Hardcore bondage this was not, damn hot foreplay however is always fine by me so with the two of us lingering with this tie on while we distracted each other just a little eventually I decided it was time for the current set of strings to come off and after admiring the beautiful lines they had left on her skin I went digging into the rope bag for a niche big thick long piece of white mfp.  I how think?  Well I don’t know for sure.  Let’s just say I went back the afore mentioned princess’ comment about girth and this one was damn thick.

Off I went again mixing my tying with fondling, nibbling and pinching at one point having her hold the ropes in her teeth while helping a few parts of her anatomy with my hands and mouth before finishing up the tie.   I did get lazy for a second tying an over hand knot at the top of her breasts but quickly undid it and went to the double coin knot to finish up.

Leaving everything in place I helped her out of her shorts as she moved her hips from side to side but left a pair of thin powder blue string bikini panties on her.  After all this was to answer an important question and I had so much more planned.  So on to the consequences tie which frankly I had never done before.  In no way am I an innovator so I studied hard before trying this one and while not everything was as neat and perfect as I imagined going in it worked just fine and my natural inclination to swat her on the ass added a little extra dimension to it.  With everything in place and the Blonde at this point well bound I decided to give her a smack or two, each time she moved her legs it added or released the tension on the rope that was run right between the center of her legs.  It gave me the idea to use this on someone during a long spanking at some point to see how it worked.  Volunteers are welcome! The Blonde isn’t the type to ever tell my “hey come here and smack my ass a little extra would you”  not that she needs to either that part of her gets plenty of attention from me both wicked and very nice.

With a little pink in her cheeks, a  moist rope on her clit and parting her lips I just enjoyed the site for a few minutes before removing the ropes.  At this point science was about to be abandoned and I was about to move on to more carnal desires but with so much rope on hand no need to leave it out.

So a few moments later my partner found herself on her knees on a very solid chair with nice thick arms.     Almost there so binding her legs at the knee on each side of the chair with lower back arched so beautifully, ass pushed out I took a moment to add a modified single column tie to bound both of her arms to the corresponding chair arm.  Then tie off the still on corselet on her upper body I tied above and below the double coin knot to keep her upper body downward.  Was it tecxt book, nope.  But it did what I needed safely and securely Now came a little play time.  Those lovely d cups just hanging there looked like they were begging for a set of tight clamps that were met with a little whimper and then a series of moans as I continued to toy with them.

Add some teasing with a vibe over the panties but all over her clit had her ass wiggling as I stood to the side and watch playing with varying amounts of pressure and toy speed getting her so far along before taking it away and adding a few crisp smacks.    Then beginning again, tied and teased would be a very fitting description but she didn’t seem to mind “suffering”.

One shouldn’t play with rope without a set of EMT shears near by and we observed that rule.  You never know when you might need to cut your partner loose suddenly.  They also come in very handy for putting a little cold metal against nice warm red skin and eventually nipping a little hole in the back of her panties to allow access to whatever might suit your purpose at that moment.

As each little snip happened one after another eventually leaving her fully exposed to me  all other resolve was lost.  The rest I’ll leave to your imagination because neither of us or our toy bags are telling.

Outro   The Chesty Blonde

Well hello again!  I’d have been back sooner but I’m still a little tied up.  I’m not sure we’ve answered anything but it sure was fun trying.   Like what you’ve heard ?  Well then be sure to subscribe.  We’re in all your favorite podcast directories and even in the podcast section of I tunes under  Malflic.  Then run off hurry up and tell all your kinky friends about us too!   Have an idea or opinion drop us a line at show at malflic.com.

As always thanks for listening to Exercising my demons and until next time have fun being sexy & adventurous. I’m off to wiggle loose so I can stop him from putting suspension hardware in our bedroom Ceiling. This Chesty Blonde has no intention of flying!

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She hates to wait, sometimes it’s for hours and other it’s for days on end but not knowing what is coming is pure torture for her.  Butterflies fill her stomach and just as they start to pass she gets that look, the one that never quite says what it means to anyone else but it does to her.  Their eyes meet and hers fall away quickly.  The damned butter flies are back, and once again her pulse quickens, an uncomfortable feeling washes over her and she is poised nervously on edge a little while longer. 

Today he leans over, brushes her hair back and whispers “you’ll pay for that later” in a calm unassuming voice.  Other times the only indication that his dark little mind is working on something devious is a flash of those blindingly white teeth in an understated wicked little grin.  The combination of both today made her truly take notice, her heart stopped…for a split second.

Often when out and about the small things often get “added to the bill” through out the day or days, letting it build up, leading to more waiting but she knows what to expect from that.  Those exchanges are playful in nature, nothing more than a reason to play, part of the routine, a flirtation, and each judges the others reaction accordingly.

It’s not always that simple, but on those playful times she all but knows what’s coming eventually, not too far in the future later when out of sight and ear shot of others her cute little ass gets spanked.  Of course there will be wiggling and squirming, that is part of the fun.  The struggle, the pleas, the sensation and surrender, it is to them just another form of foreplay.

Today is different, it will be play alright, knowing it means he’s going to dedicate some time to her but in what way is never quite certain. Not long ago he leaned over and told her when she got home what he was going to do to her would leave her thoroughly whipped. 

Of course her mind kept playing “thoroughly whipped” over and over again as she wondered why he would say something so cruel.  On that occasion when the time came she found herself tied tightly with a limb secured to each corner of the bed, barely able to move against the ropes holding her there naked ,legs spread wide, pillows pushing her hips upward . Waiting to begin as he admired her state and when it did begin not long after the room was filled by deafening screams for him to stop, begging for just a few minutes of rest before cursing and praising the gods again in the same heaving breath.

   All the anticipation only fed the long orgasm filled session she had “earned”, his head buried between her thighs relentlessly devouring her for what seemed to be all eternity.  Ignoring her pleas and continuing on no matter how hard her hips shook or how disparately she tried to move her exhausted pussy away from him.  When he was done with her she was thoroughly whipped as promised however it was with exhaustion and not leather.

 Other times it’s something much more cruel. He never let her know which.   He would call her and tell to be ready for later, call back and ask her is she prepared?  He could sense the tension in her voice, the anticipation, the sinking feeling deep inside.  She always wants to ask what he’s planning on but knows better, no good can come of that.  She loves the sense of being off balance, full of anticipation and then ultimately surrendering control.

Most of the day has passed and they’ve been long since home when the grin returned.   She is instructed to go upstairs, put on her black high heels and stand against the bed post naked with a breast on each side of the post and legs slightly wider than shoulder width.  She had never been asked to begin like that before, and after leaving and standing in place for a few minutes he joined her.

Wrapping slowly around her back, then under her breasts, drawing them together tighter on either side of the post as she was held against it more soundly with each pass. Imagining the rope sliding thought his fingers only seconds before it touched her skin, embracing her closely, firmly and tightly as he tied off.   Her chest on display each side physically separated from the other, round and wrapped again and again until perfectly shaped and straining against its bounds.

 “I’m feeling wicked” He offered and still not knowing all he intended.  Tweaking her chest and producing a clamp of each nipple meticulously placing them just so, slowly allowing their biting grip to take effect.  She moaned as his hands touched her thighs, her soaked pussy glistening, longing for him as he wound pass after pass of the thin biting strands around her thighs and securing her hand to it.  And then on the other leg one slow secure pass, then another, taking his time, savoring her warm soft flesh in his hands as she became his completely, helpless, naked, and aroused.  Excitedly waiting for whatever was next.