I was really inspired by some of what I saw at the party
Saturday night, and also by the fact that I accidentally learned how to do some handcuffs when I was at rope class with Mister Hazel Eyes. Sunday morning after
breakfast, when we were lying around with coffee and library books, I got an
image in my head and said:
“Take off your clothes and I’ll be back in a minute. I have
to go make something.”
What I made was this:
I think I see an Etsy store in the making. Sweetie likes
soft touch, so I made it more as a tickler, but it turns out it works very well
as a flogger, too.
I left it in the other room while I was blindfolding her so
she’d have to guess at what she was feeling. Once she was all nice and
blindfolded, I told her to put her hands over her head and did this:
It’s not tied off quite right, but hey, I did handcuffs, go
me! *proud*
She looked beautiful laying there in my pink blindfold,
handcuffed wrists up to her chest, boobs flushed and excited. She still had her
socks on—we often do.
I went and got my DIY ribbon flogger and started to drag it
lightly over her. She didn’t like it on her feet, but everywhere else, she
oohed and sighed. She said she couldn’t figure out what it was, even though,
you know, ribbons seem kind of obvious.
She always likes a little sting to the nipples, at least in biting-sucking-pinching
ways, so I gave her right nipple a little thwack. I liked it, and she groaned.
A little growly aggression rose up in me and it felt good. I flogged her
nipples gently and then harder, alternating with dragging the ribbons softly
over her neck, arms, thighs. Standing over her all powerful like that, I
started to smell like sex, and I lifted up her handcuffed hands and said
“Feel that.”
She scrabbled around desperately trying to get her fingers
inside me, but I pushed her arms back down onto the pillow.
I told her to turn over and smacked her with the ribbons
some more. It felt good to hit her like that. I found a good spot at the center
of her freckled upper back and just struck there lovingly for a while, making
sure she knew who was in charge. I reached down for her breasts and she grabbed
over her shoulders for mine. My pussy was slippery and throbby against her back
and I was moving against her. I would have come right then if I hadn’t pushed
her hands away and made her turn back over.
I kissed her neck and bit hard on her nipples, over and
over. I pulled the back of her hair gently but firmly so that she couldn’t
move. She said “I want…” but got distracted and trailed off. A few minutes
later I asked:
“What were you trying to say that you wanted?”
“I want you to..haha…”
“What.”
*giggle* “I want you to put your fingers in me really hard.”
“And what is that called?”
She hesitated.
“Say it. I’m not going to do it unless you say it.”
“I kind of want you to, well, fuck me.”
So I happily obliged. Later I got to bend over and find out
what the ribbons felt like smacking my ass. The rest of the day was full of
ropes, library books, snuggles, and triumph. I love bottoming and all, but I
guess I can admit to being just a liiiiitle bit of a switch.