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rope bondage restraints (picture by GFury)

Rope was a pain in the ass – it drove me nuts. Even before I was invited to leave the “Boy Scouts” I hated working with ropes and knots. Tedious, memorization, crap knowledge vying for the limited storage space in my already crammed head.

Then came kink.

I opted for traditional and non-traditional restraints. Some of my favorites were faux-fur lined restraints I picked up at a local pet-shop. On and off in seconds, sturdy, easily connected to carabiners and chains. Their main drawback was DarlingEvil could slip out of them in no time.

I began looking seriously at making some very evil leather restraints.

Then came the rope. . . and the conversations.

Do not get me wrong here and don’t get your “wadding” panties at the ready. This is not a Manifesto about the “Death of Traditional Restraints in the Modern BDSM Community”. Until they make Leather Flavored (and scented) rope I think we’re safe.

Rope is a beautifully versatile thing. It’s cheap, it comes in a nearly limitless selection of sizes and colors and styles and you can tie it to almost anything! As a restraint device it is incredible.

Best of all…if someone decides to walk away with your $5 rope? Well…it’s a lot better than someone walking away with your $105 leather cuffs.

I have forced myself to put away all of the restraints. They’re in a big metal box, where I cannot easily get at them. I will not use them for now. Instead I will get into the habit of using my rope and my knots.

Now, I still want a pair of those leather bondage mittens…I can’t do those with rope…

My new collar shipped today from collarfactory.com.

My first collar from collarfactory.com.

I am excited! The first one I ordered from them was last year and I have been very pleased with the quality. I like being able to choose my leather  colour, hardware and add some personal flare. They also do cuffs and belts.

*de*

I guess it was the words that first drew her attention. So she contacted me. We did the online “Safety Dance” for a couple of weeks. When the time came we both made the arrangements to meet.

This is the Word folks. Online Dating Etiquette…even for Kinks.

(Let people know where you are, who you’re with. Set up a “Safety Call”. ‘Nuff Said. It’s just the Sane thing to do.)

Our conversations, IM, Phone…Cam play…was hot. We talked limits, we agreed upon them. We had the proper “Safe Words” in place. There was no mistaking what would happen once we disposed of formalities. Unless our chemistry turned into a total train wreck, we would probably descend into some form of Animal Sex.

And so it was. Rain, dinner, the two-car drive back to my place. Lovely. I kissed her and she bit me. I took her by the throat – and applied pressure. There is a certain satisfaction when you look into the eyes of your sub – cutting off her air supply, hearing the wet noises of empty swallows, watching the eyes turn to fire as the juices truly begin to flow. Watching for that telltale moment when the fire recedes…when a dull sheen appears and fear begins creep in.

You will know much about a sub in that moment. You will learn all you will ever need to know about your D/s relationship and the level of Trust you will achieve. You will know by watching the fear…by watching what happens to it.

She. She took the fear and cast it aside. I watched it fade in a flicker, cut down by the calm smile of one emotion.

Trust.

I let her go, pull in new breath, and took her to the bedroom, bound her and allowed her the privilege of feeling my hands and a new set of virgin, hardwood paddles. Her ass reddened, but did not mark. I moved to a four-tail, applied to her breasts, thighs and ass. She gasped, cried and moaned.

She begged.

I held her, praised her for being such a good sub and continued to apply Domination. She yielded to me, but I was not out to break her – not this night. When I removed her collar, her chain, her bonds – we made love as equals.

Albeit, animal equals.

We scratched, we bit, we made a lot of noise…and frightened the cat.

She didn’t go home for 4 days…

-Tutivillus

Some wall flowers are predatory. They wait and watch, letting their colors speak until their prey comes to them…

Wall Flower

Model: DarlingEvil
Photo by Tutuivillus

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“Take off your panties.” I ordered.

There was a moment’s hesitation. I stepped forward.

“Do it Now.”

T stripped off her thong, standing naked before DE, the camera and me.

More flashes from the camera as DE captured her exposed body. I guided her to the chair, instructed her to kneel — facing the back, ass facing us. Grabbing her by the ankles, I spread T’s legs and began a slow, steady series of open-handed blows on her bare ass.

Flogging T

After the red began to show on her white flesh I took up the flogger. Soft, slow sweeps across her shoulders and down to her ass brought moans. Intensity increased. Faster, harder, louder. DE maneuvered through the blows and captured the scene. T’s skin reddened. Loud smacks from the flogger were traded with sharp cracks as I brought in the paddles. Welts and bruises began to form. T groaned, moaned…eyes closed, falling into sub-space.

Raven

It was time for her to stand. A test was in order.

We have a slapper with a tapered handled. I slipped a condom over the handle and slid it into T’s soaked pussy.

The test

“Do not! Let that slapper fall. Hold it or you WILL be punished.” I said evenly. “Do you understand?”

“Yes Sir” she said, voice wavering.

The flogger landed hard. T’s hair flew as the falls reddened her shoulders. She cried out as side-sweeps marked her ass. The slapper began to slip. I grabbed her hair and spanked, hard.

DE’s camera caught the slapper falling to the floor.

I pushed T, kneeling, onto the chair again.

“You let it fall. Now you have to be punished!”

She was chanting “no” as I grabbed the hairbrush paddle and gave T a solid beating. She reached back to stop it and I pinned her hands, still swinging the paddle. Tears flowed.

Wet

After a few minutes I held her. Reassured her. De came forward and embraced her. Together we took her to the bed and blindfolded her, bound her hands.

She almost came as we teased her breast, nipples and clit…but that release was denied. I asked her if she wanted to come. She replied with a near breathless “yes”.

Happy T

DE handed me a small, spiked barrel roller which I began to tease around her swollen, wet pussy. T arched, squirmed, moaned loudly as the roller’s spikes pressed down on her exposed clit. I slid a finger into her and slowly worked it against her rhythmic motion. On the edge of orgasm, fingers rubbing her clit, I leaned close.

The mower

“Don’t come T.”

She grunted loudly, shifting into a low guttural moan that drew on for long seconds.

“Please.Sir” Gasps between moans.

“No.”

DE handed me the Eroscillator. I switched it on to the medium setting, pulled the hood back from her clit and pressed the knobby head of the toy down.

“Come” I whispered.

T exploded in a loud, shuddering groan.

We played for another hour after that, the three of us…but little of it had to do with Dominance or submission. It was about fucking, exploring and establishing our relationship.

Is this a scene I would recommend to anyone else? Hell no! DE is a very unique partner, T is a very unique and respectful Ex. This type of play is an Edge that would destroy many relationships.

For us it made for wonderful play.

Aftermath

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-Tutivillus

It’s Half Naked time again! (HNT)

Yes, we’re both exhibitionists…among other things. We’re both photographers…among other things. So we have a LOT of photos to fill the various slots in here.

Enjoy!

DarlingEvil getting ready for a party

DE in the mirror (photo by Tutivillus)

Tutivillus getting ready for a party

Getting dressed (photo by DarlingEvil)