“How I spent my holiday vacation”
by Valkyrie (Mrs.)
I partied all day Friday to celebrate my promotion, and partied ‘til Midnight with my adoring husband, and then spent a wee too long on the computer. I was thinking 20 minutes, and it went…6 hours. Whoops. I thought I was going to charm my way out of this by making my husband breakfast in bed, and rousing him to his day with “the sex” (or as we say in France, “Le Sex”.)
My husband did enjoy being woken up from one dream into another, and that was nice. While we were eating breakfast, he seemed to have something on his mind. I knew he would either tell me now, or later, so I didn’t want to break his train of thought. And I was a little bit afraid that I knew exactly what he was thinking of saying, so better not to ask.
It was, and wasn’t, what I was afraid of.
“So you’re up awful early this morning,” he said politely. That was a much better way to start off than “You didn’t come to bed last night” even though I knew what he meant.
“Excited about today. Couldn’t wait.” Which was true, but didn’t really answer his question. On the other hand, he hadn’t asked any yet. He nodded, still with this serious thoughtful look on his face.
He stood up, setting his dishes aside. “Thanks for breakfast,” and he held his arms out to me for a hug, so I stood up and embraced him tightly. When he pulled back, he rested his arms on my shoulders and looked right into my eyes. “Honey, who’s the Master of this household?” I got a quiver right through me. We had just had wake up sex, but he might be ready again. “You are.” I said. He was asking me if I wanted to play. The answer is almost always yes, but there are times when I’m too tired or busy or not feeling well. Even during those times, I like to agree, because playing often makes me feel better.
“Bring me a rope,” he said. The ropes were in easy reach, but this is a Master trick- the subbie has to bring her instrument of punishment to him. Also, he was letting me choose what I was going to be tied up with.
I handed him the rope. “Bathroom.” (My last chance to go before getting tied up, also a chance to brush my teeth, put on some lipstick. I kept it really brief and simple this morning.) When I came out he said, “Do you think you can sleep if you’re tied up?”
I wasn’t ready for that question. It caught me off guard, and I gave him a kind of “deer in the headlights”. “Whuu…”
“Just yes or no. Can you sleep if you’re tied up?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Lay on the bed and face me.” I did. He took my left wrist and unhurriedly tied the rope around it, with the knot pressure being on the rope, not my wrist. He threaded the end of the rope through the headboard and brought it to my other wrist and tied that one off as well. So, I was tied to the bed, but with ample freedom of movement in my arms. He took a sock from my drawer and tied my ankles together. It was a very broad knot and wouldn’t have held to a moderate escape attempt. The bondage this time out seemed to be more symbolic than real, apparently to help me sleep.
He lay down with me and kissed me very deep. We kissed and kissed and kissed like he was trying to drink the air out of my lungs. I hoped this was leading to “the sex” because I was getting turned on. Before we went too long, though, he rolled over me so he was behind me, and just draped his arms over me and held me close, like it was the only thing he wanted to do all weekend, like he had all the time in the world. That was nice and peaceful. Soothing, relaxing. He got up again.
He retrieved my cell phone. “Reach over to the nightstand for me.” I did. He wanted to see how much reach my ropes gave me. He turned my phone to vibrate and put it in the drawer. “You won’t answer the phone. The phone is here so you can call me if you have to. If you need to go to the bathroom again, or have a cramp, or have trouble, you call me. I’ll be nearby. Do you have any questions?” I shook my head no.
He reached into the toy bag and pulled out a sleeper’s mask blindfold and a roll of duct tape. He cut off a small strip of duct tape and he kissed me again. Then he put the duct tape over my lips and smoothed it and patted it down. It was a very small strip, I think I could have peeled it off just by stretching my mouth open. He put the sleeper’s mask on me.
“You will stay here and sleep until I come back for you. I will tell Taryn to leave you alone and not to let you out. You will stay here until I say so, and you can call me only if you have to. I won’t let you miss any of the fun this weekend, don’t worry about that. I love you. Are you ok?” I nodded yes. “Be a good girl. I’ll be around.” And he left and closed the door. I would like to say that I spent a long time playing with the ropes on my wrists, and shifting my ankles back and forth to see how long the sock held, or that I thought about calling him up immediately just to see what he’d do and how strict I could make him tie me. I would like to say that I was too excited and churned up to sleep. I would like to say I had fantasies and dreams and it was because I was tied up. But I was out like a light about 2 minutes after he left. Chloroform doesn’t put you out this quick.
The next thing I knew he was dragging a feather across me to wake me up. I woke up with a jerky startle, and was disoriented by the blindfold and tape. As soon as I got my bearings, he tickled a bit more. He slowly, slowly slid the mask off my eyes. “There is a softball game. Do you want to play?” He was offering me more sleep if I wanted it. I had no idea what time it was or how many hours sleep I had, nothing to gauge except how I was feeling. I nodded. He pulled the tape off my lips.
“I am only untying you so you can get dressed, I’m not letting you go yet. Do you understand?” I nodded. I got another kiss. He unhurriedly untied my wrists, something I could have easily done myself, given the slack in the rope. I noted with a little excitement that he only untied my wrists, he left the rope threaded through the head board, left it lying on the bed. That made me about as excited as anything else he’d done all day. It was an unspoken promise. He started to leave, and I asked him if I could check my phone. He said yes, and he seemed to think it was funny that I asked for permission. I cleared my messages and kicked out of the sock around my feet, and got dressed.
He came back for me and asked if I wanted to continue, and I said yes. “I want to take you outside. Do you trust me?” This was a little harder to answer. Sometimes trust isn’t the issue, sometimes it’s the activity in mind. I’ve been tied up in public or semi-public before, or seen by people I didn’t know, or where I could be seen by anyone. But those were isolated incidents, when we were clearly playing and no danger was posed. I didn’t have a problem with being tied up outside, so much as a problem that someone might see me who wouldn’t know what was going on- I didn’t want to be reported as a carjacking or kidn*pping. (and in Atlanta we just had a headline case within the last month.) So I was a little leery of that idea. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him.
BUT, “Do you trust me?” is also a code for us, meaning “I have a surprise in store, I have something else in mind.” It means the Master wants more leeway in the negotiation, and doesn’t want to spell it out beforehand. Some things are better as surprises. “Yes, Sir,” was my answer, and the hesitation before I answered and the look in my eyes said as much as I needed to.
I was wearing sneakers and shorts and a tank top, anticipating as much out door stuff as the weather would let us get away with. He added some items. He took out one of his sweat shirts (he’s 6’4”, you need to know that to complete the dimensions of the shirt) and put it on me. The shirt swallowed me up, I swam in it. He took 2 rubber bands and snapped them on the end of each sleeve, so I couldn’t put my hand through. He told me to hug myself. He tied a rope from my right wrist, behind my back to my left wrist. He had an improvised straight jacket.
He knelt down in front of me and untied my sneakers. He tied the laces of the left one around my right ankle, and the laces of the right one around my left ankle. It wasn’t exactly escape proof- I could have gotten free by kicking off my shoes, but while they were on my feet I was hobbled.
He took a red bandanna and tied a cleave gag on me, and he took my Braves cap and squashed it down on my head, bill pulled low on my eyes. “Let’s go show Taryn. Follow me.” And he walked out of the room, whistling & clicking for me, “Here, girl, here ya go, come on, that’s it.” I could move pretty well while hobbled, I just had to take much tinier steps. I moved a little like Marvin the Martian from the Looney Toons Bugs Bunny cartoons.
Taryn gave me a swat on the butt, but otherwise didn’t do anything to me, or to help me, for that matter. They lead me around the house, Loki carried me down the stairs, and I went outside, skittering to the car. This is the part I was nervous about- I didn’t want to be spotted by neighbors, but the house was good for cover, and the car was parked very close, probably for this very reason.
I got in and was seat-buckled in place, and when everyone else was in, Loki pulled the bandanna cleave out of my mouth, and left it tied on my chin, where I had to wiggle my head to get it to drop the rest of the way around my neck. Since you couldn’t see my tied feet from outside the car, I just looked like I had my arms folded across my chest. No one looking at me would suspect I was tied up, unless they already had suspicious minds.
Meeting up with the others, Loki cut through my ropes instead of untying me, so they fell off as I pulled my arms forward and forced my hands through the sleeves, popping off the rubber bands. I retied my sneakers before getting out of the car, and no one knew how I was transported to meet them. It was our secret.
Our team won, by the way.
“Recently June 2003”
by Valkyrie
I have some recent bondage adventures to share. A couple of weeks ago, I played with my friend Snowman online. This was a delayed play session- we tried to do one much earlier, but Snowman kept getting “bumped”, because when I saw him I was already playing with someone else, so he said he just wanted to be the next “on the list.”
Maybe the hottest session I’d ever had was the first I ever did. It was with Snowman online, and my cousin, Taryn. Snowman would direct Taryn how to tie me up, and she would do that, so it was a way to “remote control” the bondage from several states away. Just the thought of that was pretty high voltage to me. And I trust Taryn more than anyone, so that kept the session from being too wild or dangerous or whatever. Then I got to repeat that experience with Phoebus, and that turned out to be even better. I just really liked the idea of playing with Taryn, but having another guy around as a participant slash voyeur. The idea is a big turn-on for me.
So, when I caught up with Snowman again, I suggested that if he could wait a few hours, Taryn might be available, to re-create what has become my favorite style of playing. Unfortunately, I didn’t consult my husband about this. He had said that he didn’t mind me playing online when he wasn’t available. But he did mind, and was pretty peeved, that I had a session scheduled on a night when he was available. The way I was looking at it, the session could be foreplay to making love to him. He said he was capable of his own foreplay. He also gave me a choice between doing what I wanted to do, and submitting to him. Since submitting to him IS what I want to do, there was no choice at all. I sent Taryn to break my play date with Snowman.
Since I still owed Snowman one, we got together the week after, late at night. He did his first Dominant session- he knew he loved bondage, as a “top”, but wanting to tie up a woman is different than wanting to do Dominance/Submission, although many people use the terms “Top” and “Dom” interchangeably, they aren’t always the same.
At first, it started out pretty tame, in fact, I found it kind of annoying- he was playing “20 questions” with me, which really, is all you can do on a computer screen. And there’s the whole “I didn’t give you permission to speak” thing, which makes me nuts. But as it went on, I found myself really getting into it. Having to “answer to” someone is a very submissive thing, really. And then, as I’d hoped, he added some bondage into it. He had me gag myself.
He didn’t do it all at once, he did it in stages, in layers. And he was very slow, and deliberate, and sensual about it- the way good bondage should be. But he was also very dominant about it- pointing out that the reason I had a gag in my mouth was because I wanted it there, was because I wanted to submit to him. By the time he was finished, I was holding the desk with both hands to keep from touching myself. When he finally gave me permission to do so, it was great. It was a very hot scene. But he was just warming up.
He instructed me to take a scarf with me to work the next morning, and at noon exactly to take it with me to the ladies room, put it in my mouth to keep me quiet, and I could touch myself. I did. I wore a mini-skirt, which is not exactly against dress code, especially on Friday, but is pushing it a little. I didn’t reach orgasm, probably because I was too nervous about it, but it was very exciting. I felt daring, and like I had a secret. I felt bold and alive and it was wonderful.
I go through a kind of mood yo-yo about this stuff. Every time I “push the envelope” a little, at first I am just so caught up in it, all excited, and feel the adrenaline rush, It’s great. Later, when the rush is over, I kind of drop, and think what is wrong with me, I feel a little slutty, or embarrassed that I took it so far. I don’t like it when my self-esteem and self image are at odds.
This time it wasn’t so much what I’d done, is that the session had “spilled over”- it had left the “safe” confines of the internet and went into my real life- worse yet, into my workplace. But even more than that, is that I spent the whole day thinking about Snowman…not about my husband.
I made up for it, I made it up to him, in my mind. That weekend, we had some great sex. It was a combination of guilt for crossing a blurry and imaginary line into “cheating” territory, and just being so worked up from Snowman’s suggestion. Mostly, though I made it up to him by deciding I wouldn’t do that anymore- I was trying to “unblurry” the line between what I will and won’t do, what I am and am not comfortable with, what is and isn’t good for the marriage.
Friday night, I pulled the chair away from the computer desk. When he got in, I undressed him, very slowly and sensually, and I had him get on his knees in front of the computer, where I pulled up Shevette’s latest cartoon, “Girls will be Girls.” While he was reading it, I got on my knees behind him, naked from the waist up, and began rubbing my breasts against his back. I hugged him from behind, and let my hands slide down his stomach, down…he liked the cartoon. And I started working him over by hand. The sex was dynamite, it was like honeymoon time. Saturday, Taryn was out on a date so we had the house to ourselves, and played for about 6 hours, didn’t stop even for dinner. We finally stopped when we couldn’t hear each other over our stomachs growling, so had a late dinner at 10.30 at night. And I slept really well, I slept like a log. I fell asleep in his arms, and that’s the best place to be.
I told Snowman that I am reserving all future playtime for my husband alone, and he was cool with it. The following weekend (this past weekend) I decided it was MY turn to try out being a Domme, and Loki was going to be my submissive. (Usually switches like this are the result of losing a bet- but normally I try to lose those bets. This time I just seized the opportunity.) I make a passable Domme, even though I prefer the sub position, because I know what I like done to me. I gave Loki a combination of things I like done to me (like a very sensual body rub), and things he hates- things he hates because it’s fun to make them squirm, make them struggle. It’s fun to taunt them. “You know, if you can break free, you can take me and ravish me right now…you could be touching these tits, you could be squeezing this body…” I touched myself all over in front of him, getting him very excited. I did a little hot wax on him, which is different for a man than for a woman, because of chest hair problems. So, I didn’t do too much, and told him he was getting off easy. And then I got him off easy.
But our next session was much weirder.
(To be continued in: “When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro”)
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro”
by Valkyrie
Let me say a word about role-playing. Not games like Dungeons and Dragons, but games like “Policeman and prostitute” or “Spy vs. Spy” or “Naughty catholic school girl”. Games built to engage the imagination and payoff in sexual heat instead of Experience Points (which is what you “win” in D&D). Some people feel very silly the first time they try it, and some people are no good at improvising lines. Practice makes perfect, and after you can get over being self-conscious, it can add a new element to BDSM games.
At some point, “Damsel in Distress” role-playing is at odds with the most basic principle of BDSM play- that it’s consensual, that it’s mutual. You spend a lot of time working to build trust and communication that is the basis for the relationship that spawns the game. So why undermine that by making the game look or feel “risky”? To put it another way – “She said she wanted me to tie her up, now why is she screaming and crying and kicking and saying ‘No, please, stop!’ ?”
I experienced that in chat one night- the guys were up to their old tricks, and instead of playing a willing and cooperative submissive, I decided to be feisty and struggle and resist. Apparently they have no “strong yellow” and went straight to “red”- they thought I was serious. Which I thought was ridiculous. Apparently, I’m too good an actress for my own good.
Resistance and role-playing are part of the fun of BDSM games- you just have to work even harder on communication- that’s why with the safe words, you make it something other than “no, please, stop”. It’s why Sir Red doesn’t like gags, because they add an element of guesswork, and take away the primary means of communication- although this is also their appeal for the subbie.
Why I like BDSM games is precisely that subtext- your partner has to know you real well to know when you’re serious and when you’re playing. Just like in a fight, it’s the perfect test of how good your communication is, and what’s off limits- even in a fight, there are rules- many of which are unspoken. I notice a lot of guys will punch each other in the face, arms, gut, but will leave the balls alone unless it’s a “no rules” fight and a murderous rage is involved. When couples fight, it’s with words and emotional pressure- when it graduates to lawyers and baseball bats, you know it’s no longer going to end with a hug and an apology.
Role-playing can be essential to BDSM games for some people, to establish the mood- or as one person said, “Would you stop smiling?! If you like sitting there with your hands behind your back, I don’t need the rope!” But just as it’s sometimes necessary to build a mood, it’s sometimes hard to really achieve a “suspension of disbelief.”
Suspending disbelief is what let’s you get into any fiction- from real life dramas like “The Italian Job” to something completely fantastic like “Star Wars”. You’re just going to accept certain elements- for the moment, anyway- to follow along the story. Garry Shandling was in a theatre watching “E.T.” when the bicycle suddenly took off and flew through the air, the woman sitting behind him said, “Oh, come on.” He wanted to turn to her and say, “Lady, this isn’t a documentary.”
Now, to bring it all home- I have spent a lot of time with Loki. Then I married him. I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that he is not going to hurt me, any more than in a chat session someone is going to type “I cut you in half with a chainsaw and bathe in the blood.” Picturing him as a mean, despicable villain type, takes a little work, to replace all the trust and communication with even a flicker of doubt. It’s a mind game you play with yourself- saying “He has me at his mercy. I’m in trouble now. Uh-huh. Right. Sure I am.” In other words, when you know someone that well, it’s very hard for them to surprise you. All this is leading up to the last session I had with Loki and Taryn and Janewaysman and Shevette.
It started innocently enough, and don’t they all? I was chatting with Shevette, and we were joined by Janewaysman. They described the last scene they did, with Shevette hogtied and typing with a pen in her teeth. I thought this would make the session take forever and get boring, so they challenged me to give it a try. I pushed my chair away from the desk and got in a “hogtie position”, although I didn’t go so far as to tie myself up like Shevette did. We did a game to see how fast I could type using just a pen in my teeth, and how long before my legs gave out. Of course, I’m several inches taller than Shevette. It’s mostly in my long, long legs, but it’s enough in other places that I was able to reach the keyboard from that position much easier than she did. My legs held longer, but even then, they started going numb. Which is when Taryn found me.
“Do I even want to ask why you’re on the floor chewing your pen at the computer?” I told her what was up, and she joined me and Janewaysman and Shevette. And then, I got a kinky inspiration, which did & didn’t break my own rules.
I said I either had to send Taryn out to start dinner, or she could take over and I had to start dinner, or we could say “screw dinner” and Janes and Shev could instruct Taryn how to tie me up. This did sort of break my own rules- I had just told Dogger and Snowman I wasn’t going to be doing those kinds of chat sessions anymore because of how my thoughts and emotions raged out of control during my last one with Snowman (see previous story). It didn’t break my rules because:
- it was an entirely different situation (I hope that doesn’t sound like a cop-out)
- more people were involved
- it wasn’t the other two so much as Taryn that I considered myself to be “playing” with. And, well, ever since Shevette and I did the “Girls will be Girls” cartoon, I’ve been thinking about…stuff…
Mostly what was different about this, was the level of intimacy involved. I hope that makes sense to the people I’ve turned down to play with lately.
Anyway, I scampered off to use the bathroom and get the toys out of the bedroom, and Shevette excused herself and ran off to the store, which was disappointing for me, but I didn’t find this out until later. I came back and Janewaysman and Taryn were collaborating on how to do evil things to me. Taryn was dressed in virgin white- blouse, shorts, socks, and Skechers, and a pair of silver earrings, I was my usual casual self in cut-off jeans, t-shirt, and barefoot.
Janewaysman told her to make me lose the shorts, so I was down to pink panties. My hands were tied behind me with rope, palm to palm. My elbows were tied together- this is not my favorite position. I can do it, but it puts a lot of pressure and tension into my shoulders, which makes it much harder for me to “enjoy” being tied up. I got a crotch rope, which Taryn snugly tied with an extra knot in close proximity to my sweet spot. I was put on the floor and got my feet and knees tied up. I was cleave gagged with a bandanna. It’s been a while since I got a one-layer gag, since I have proven to Loki and Taryn that I can make a hell of a lot of noise without a mouth-stuffing.
While she is tying me up, Taryn is taking on the evil villainess role, and starts talking about where in the house she could stash me so Loki won’t find me. This was pretty funny since I know Taryn can’t lift me, so I wasn’t going anywhere unless I cooperated, and since, as I pointed out, the gag wasn’t that effective. But it made for an interesting fantasy- how long could Taryn keep me captive in the same house as Loki without him knowing?
Just as Janewaysman was contemplating his next move, Loki came home.
I told Taryn (as best I could) to turn off the computer. She did. I didn’t like doing that to Janewaysman, and felt worse thinking it was Shevette, but I didn’t think Loki was going to give us the time to pause and type out play-by-play descriptions of what had just happened. Better to cut out than leave him waiting for us to respond.
To picture this scene properly, remember that Loki is 6’4”, and Taryn is a full foot shorter than he is. I won’t ever be able to do this scene justice, because you would’ve had to see the expressions on Loki’s face. My baby gives great face. Loki comes in. He looks down at me. He looks at Taryn. He leans back against the wall, and makes a decision, just that quick.
“Taryn, come over here a minute.”
Taryn looks at me for a minute, but I’m no help here. She stands up and walks over to Loki, who turns her around to face in my direction again, and puts his hands on her hips, and leans his chin down to rest on her shoulder, so he is looking right at me while he’s talking to her.
“Is that my wife?”
“Yes.”
“Why isn’t my wife coming over to hug me when I get home, Taryn?”
“Because she’s tied up.”
“Who tied her up, Taryn?”
“I did.”
“So you admit you’re using my submissive without my permission?”
“Well, I…”
“Ah, ah, ah. Just yes or no. In fact, make that “yes, Sir” or “no, Sir”.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“And do you think someone should be punished for that?”
Taryn hesitated. She was looking right at me, but I was still no help. Since I wasn’t expecting this, I didn’t know how to answer. “Yes,…Sir.”
“Then bring me the handcuffs and duct tape.”
Taryn did. For those of you who don’t know, this is a historic first. I get to tie Taryn up. Scotch gets to tie Taryn up. Loki doesn’t get to tie Taryn up. Or at least, he hadn’t up ‘til now. Taryn handed Loki the items, and he cuffed her hands behind her, bit off a piece of duct tape and sealed her mouth shut. Loki pulled her back to lean against his chest- deliberately, because he knows that’s my favorite spot. He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled, but whether it was what he said, or he was tickling her, I didn’t know.
“I don’t know, Val. You play with people on the computer. You play with Taryn. You play with everyone, and I save all my playtime for you. How would you like it if I played with Taryn tonight and just left you tied up on the floor there? Just so you could see how it feels?” He wasn’t saying this in an angry tone of voice. Just his usual calm and mellow. I am not sure if that made it worse or not. “But I’ll tell you what- if you can get loose and meet us in Taryn’s room, we’ll let you join in. If you’re not there in 10 minutes, we’ll start without you.”
He grabs Taryn around the waist and starts marching her down the hall. I call out through my gag pretty loudly, but he just says, “You got yourself into this, let’s see if you can get yourself out.”
This is not good. I think I could’ve made it easily if my elbows weren’t tied, or my knees weren’t tied- if I had something to work with. At the very least if I didn’t have the crotch rope distracting me. The discomfort in my shoulders made it hard to concentrate, and the bizarre twist this had taken made it hard to think clearly- I didn’t have time to think, just to react. I started squirming my way down the hall. I knew I couldn’t break free in time, so I just had to make it there as fast as I could. On the way down, my knee ropes loosened and started sliding down my legs, but it didn’t help much. The elbow tie was more of a hindrance than I wanted. But mostly, the crotch rope was making me nuts. If I sit still, if I stay static, the crotch rope is just a pressure, just a tension, right in a sensitive area, just there to make you very aware of yourself. But moving and squirming around like that makes it move, and rub, and chafe- my panties were pretty damp by the time I made it to Taryn’s room. And my shoulders were aching for release from the elbow tie.
I got close enough to hear the two of them thrashing around and carrying on, and muffled giggling. Remember I talked about role-playing and suspension of disbelief? And how if you “know” your partner, and they’ve earned that trust it’s hard to think of them as a villain, it’s a mind game you play with yourself? My heart is doing crazy things to my head right here- flashes of jealousy. But I know that’s why he did this, so I’m not giving him the satisfaction. But there I am anyway, squirming around on the floor trying to reach them- 1 part humiliation, 1 part physical exertion, 1 part role-playing.
Taryn is on her bed. Now that he has her where he wants her, he’s also used one of her bandannas to tie her ankles together. She’s still wearing her sneakers, so he hasn’t gotten around to foot tickling yet. I am relieved she still has all her clothes on, then hate myself for even thinking something like that. Loki is tickling her and has her hair pulled down across her face, and another bandanna has tied the hair there, (in ironic contrast to what a bandanna is usually used for) so she looks very much like the Addams Family’s “Cousin Itt”. Loki is evil. I give a muffled call to let them know I made it.
Loki just looks at me for a minute. It’s a long minute. Like he’s deciding what to do next. But he’s also saying he’s not in a hurry- he has all night for this. And more- he’s showing me he’s in charge. He’ll get to me when he’s good and ready. I think I went to a new level of submission, or gained another level of respect for him as a Dom. He lifts the hair off of Taryn’s face for a minute and gives her a kiss on her taped mouth and says “Don’t go away.”
He gets up and walks over to me, looks down at me. I’m just about to use my safe word to get him to untie my elbows when he picks me up, lifts me by my waist, so at first I’m sitting up, then he pulls me up to my feet. The knee ropes fall the rest of the way off, pooling around my ankles.
“Hop over here.” He keeps one hand on my arm and one hand on my waist to steady me as I pogo-stick a few feet. He pulls the chair away from Taryn’s vanity and sits down.
Loki cups my puss with his hand. Already worked over by the crotch knot, I moan and squeeze my eyes tight. He increases the pressure a little and withdraws his hand. He knows how wet I am right this very moment. My desire, my need, my helpless surrender- he knows he’s got me. His little trick, this game with Taryn didn’t make me mad- it’s turning me on, and he knows it. He knows I am so lost right now- because I’ll do anything if he’ll let me cum.
He wants me to sit in his lap, but sees my elbow tie will be a problem, so he releases them. I get a weird combination of pain and relief as tension flows out of my shoulders. I feel a surge of gratitude just for this small amount of freedom, and a smaller gratitude that I didn’t have to use my safe word and break the mood. He untied my wrists and tied them in front of me so I could sit in his lap without my arms in his way.
He gathered my long blonde hair over one shoulder, hanging down to tit-level on my chest. Then he pulled it across my neck, curled in one fist, like a choker, or collar, or leash. He used my own hair as my leash. I ached and throbbed with submissive desire. He kissed me on the neck, and breathed in my ear as I moaned and leaned back into him. He eyed Taryn lying tied up on her bed, trying to peek at us under her bandanna blindfold and a curtain of dark hair.
He whispered in my ear in a husky, romantic voice thick with erotic promises. “So tell me, Val- which would you hate more? You want me to leave you tied to this chair, helpless to interfere or stop me while I torture and tickle your cousin and force you to watch? Or you want me take off her blindfold and let her watch me dominate and humiliate you, let her watch you crawl for me and beg me to finish you off?” His hand found my crotch rope again, traced its path down my damp pink panties and inside me with his finger. He licked along my ear, my neck. “You want Taryn to hear me talk dirty to you? You want her to hear you scream for me? You wanna show her what a tough girl you are, how long you can last against me? Do you think I’ll need a stopwatch for that, baby? Or do you want her to do you while I watch? Was that what I was about to walk in on? Did that cartoon with you and Shevette turn her on as much as it did me? Hmm?”
His hands were caressing me, roaming all over my body, kneading and squeezing me. I was afraid I was going to melt right off his lap. Loki isn’t just evil. I married the devil.
It was all hot talk, all role-playing, just bedroom whispers. I knew him better than to think he meant anything by it. It was because I knew I didn’t have any worries, didn’t have to take it seriously that it made me heat up so much. Just like the ropes weren’t real captivity and I knew I wasn’t in real danger. We took another step in role playing and fantasy. It was much hotter than I thought it could be.
He was kissing my neck, squeezing my tits, nibbling my shoulder, and I was barely aware he was talking again. “I could leave you and Taryn on the bed to squirm around and try to untie each other. Or…I could carry you back to our bed and scratch your inner itch. Tell me. Tell me what you want. Tell me who you want.” Muffled garbles spilled out of my mouth. I was happy and frustrated by the gag. He untied it. “Take me. Please. Please.”
He wrapped an arm around my waist so he could stand up without dumping me. He deposited me on the chair and went to the bed to unlock one of Taryn’s wrists, and pressed the handcuff key into her hand.
“Sorry, but I win the coin toss. I get Val for the night. Better luck next time.” He gave her a tickle and left her to untie herself, then scooped me up over his shoulder (I love that) and carried me off.
“So what do I have to do?” Loki said before he untied me. “Keep you tied up all the time so you don’t stray? Or just keep you so exhausted and satisfied that you don’t want to?”
“That sounds like a good plan to me, Master.”
*Some artistic license, embellishment, and paraphrasing took place in the dialogue of this story.
