Knotty Thursday: This Little Brat

I’m going to keep most of the reuniting-with-The-Shy-One details to myself, but it was one of the sexiest, sweetest nights of my entire slutty life. Fireworks. Shaking-down-the-house pleasure. Sweet snoozing.

And then! I decided it was time to tie him to the bed.

It wasn’t easy! He didn’t overpower me or get away, he was just adorably elusive, slipping one arm out of my grasp as soon as I had the other one pinned down.

“You didn’t know you were dealing with a brat,” he said, and his Sierra Leone accent plus that word equals swooning forever. I’ve loved being called a brat for as long as I’ve been kinky, but I never got such a thrill from saying it to somebody else!

My Little Brat!

Between all the sneakiness and the fact that I was tying in the dark, it was tricky to get the chain stitch cuffs on—good thing I’ve had so much practice!

During post-sex cuddles, I playfully spanked his cutest-ass-in-the-world and he held me tighter and sigh-giggled.

“Oh you like this.”

I turned him over (plenty of length on the bedpost-ties for him to flip over comfortably!) and sat on the backs of his thighs to immobilize him a little more. He was SUCH a good boy while I gave him sharp smacks on each adorable cheek, then, with an “Is this okay?” over the crack. This ass should have symphonies composed for it. Religions should rise up and build eternal monuments to The Shy One’s cute butt, I swear.

When it got to be almost too much, I turned him back over to cuddle.

“I’m all yours,” he whispered. I wasn’t sure what he’d said so I asked him to repeat it. All mine. Not mathematically correct, I know, but I took it to heart. Soft and sweet and well-behaved and just then, mine.

I let the praise flow as I held and cuddled and petted him:

“You must have all the flowers. And all the stars. Every cathedral. Every gem in the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. Except the Hope Diamond, that’s mine.”

It felt so gently satisfying to just let the romance out, as he signed and nuzzled and was quietly content.

“Every cloud formation. Every sunset and sunrise. All of the art supplies ever. Every fireworks display. All the planets.”

I just kept listing every beautiful multitude I could think of. He really does deserve them all.

I’m so, SO grateful to have The Shy One back in my life, even if, when the start-saying-goodbye alarm went off, he sassily held up his arms so the cuffs fell right off. I told him later that I should’ve made him untangle them. He said he’d only have tangled them more.

My Brat. My Shy One. I’ll do anything always for him, be and do whatever he asks. I told him I’d be with him, if he wants me, however he wants me, for the rest of his life. He said that was good to know.