A Surrender, Part 1 The beginning

By request and due to their over all popularity another female dominateseries of stories for all you male subs, female tops and switches out there. This one crosses from spanko to bdsm so like the character in the story…you’ve been warned.

There was no doubt he was going to be punished it was something that he had earned in his mistress’s eyes. At times he craved the attention, the release and the surrender to every wicked little whim and desire, now was one of those times as he played mischievously disobeying instructions and lessons that had long ago been learned. It was the little things that he knew got to her. They were things no one else would even notice or think twice about. But she certainly did and the look before she even opened her mouth said it all.

 

“You’ve been warned” she whispered to him. He knew what that meant and then turning to her hosts and friends a few minutes later.

 

“If you’ll excuse us for a few minutes we have some things to attend to and a few errands to run if you don’t mind.” This was news to him but as pleasantries and assurances that they’d be back shortly were exchanged, she headed for the door and he followed.

 

As the car door closed and the engine started her pleasant tone changed now that they were alone. “I am going to beat your little ass so red you’ll spend the rest of the evening standing and the remainder of the week trying not to sit down”

 

He knew she was serious but surely they weren’t going to drive 45 minutes across town to home. Sitting silently she drove a little further out, pulled down a few back roads and with nothing in sight but country side and hills stopped the car 5 minutes from where they had just been.

 

“Get out and follow me” she lead him though a patch of trees and evergreens, surveyed the surroundings, listened to make sure nothing seemed to be with in earshot, and instructed him. “Give me your belt and a bare bottom right now or it will only be worse!” He knew she wasn’t playing and with a swift motion his belt was unbuckled, out of the loops and placed in her hand. Almost as quickly as she folded it in half his pants were lowered and he began to bend over.

 

Nothing was said. He settled into position and the few seconds that did pass seemed like an eternity before she laid that first biting smack that swooshed through the air onto his backside. She whipped the thick brown leather belt with relentless precision and a no nonsense pace across his bare ass over and over, turning his white cheeks to a fiery stinging red almost instantly.

 

He struggled to stay in position hands on his knees and bottom pushed outward towards her as the speed and intensity continued on. Each stroke stinging more than the last, the pain grew even more intensely building upon itself as the punishment continued on for nearly 5 minutes.

 

She spoke, the pause was welcomed. “I hope you know this is just the beginning of what you’re going to suffer for your behavior.”

 

“Yes Mistress” he answered not knowing at all what she had planned.

 

Five more lashes with the belt to refresh his memory left him uncertain.

 

“Don’t you dare move.”

 

He didn’t as he heard her footsteps move away from him. He could hear her off in the distance. Not sure if she had returned to the car, or wanted a few minutes to collect herself. But suddenly he could hear her approaching again.

 

I’ve decided to make the most of our little start and finish this part of your punishment with something new. He heard it cut through the air, and cut it would as she swung the switches she had collected so he could hear them before being beat with them.

 

The first bit into his already sore bottom with an searing intensity. Each of the strokes made her displeasure more apparent. There was nothing but the sound of the implement going though the air and then impacting his backside with intention and force. Marks from the branches began to rise and she had just started. After breaking position ever so slightly his admonishment was “Oh so you still haven’t learned to obey, Maybe something thicker will help your naughty ass learn to stay in place.

 

Pausing only long enough to pick up another more menacing and painful stick and beginning again by more marks over his red bottom that had been more than covered with welts on top of growing welts from the back top of his thighs, to the core of his now exhausted and pain filled being through a thoroughly disciplined butt.

 

“That should make you a good boy for the rest of our outing. But don’t forget you still have more coming when we get home later.” She said stopping to look at her work in a dark crimson, her long nails tracing the lines across his bottom. He waiting and she swatted him with her hand, almost playfully.

 

Wincing and tensing again she took the opportunity to place a few firm hand spank on his hot cheeks. “ Not stand up” He did, pants still around his ankles waiting to be told he could get dressed again.

 

She looked at him.

 

“Thank you Mistress for correcting me. I am sorry I disappointed you.” He offered.

 

“No you’re not, you wanted punished. So just you wait.”

 

Moments later he was allowed to redress and found himself sitting gingerly in the car riding back to her friends.

 

True to her word, he wanted to stand but being wicked she asked him to sit next to her on a wooden bench. The evening wore on and all the while he wondered what else she had in store when they got home.

Make Me

I’ve been a bit long winded of late. So here’s something short, a little different and hopefully intense.  You can find the almost equally quick audio featuring the Chesty Blonde at malflic.libsyn.com  

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Make me notice you from across the room when I have other things on my mind. 

Just like the first time so long ago

 

Make me remember what it was like in the beginning,

When everything was so intense, overwhelming, and unpredictably wonderful

 

Make me wonder what you’re thinking,

Thinking that I know, but never being quite certain

 

Make me move in a way that casts a spell on you,

One that like magic dancing in the night is unbreakable and irresistibly alluring

 

Make me long for your touch, the warmth of your embrace,

and the endless sensation of your lips against mine

 

Make me see the look in your eyes,

The one the sees and knows who I truly am

 

Make me drown in pleasure, pleading endlessly for you to stop,

But desperately wanting it to continue

 

Make me shudder in ecstasy,

Over and over again on the edge of exhaustion

 

Make me beg you for more,

To meet my wildest desires

 

Make me feel complete in absolutely everyway.

A Daring Start

 So here’s the temptation as I begin obsessing with audio I find myself writing with different voices in mind.  So in a way this one is an exploration of that and the post was designed as a script. Steal it, use it with a lover, or role play till your hearts content with the daring exhibitionist in your life. 

 

The Chesty Blonde takes the vocal lead on this little adventure so I encourage you to give it a listen.  The story while certainly not my most graphic piece explores adventure and play in a real world setting.  Just remember if you try it on your own I am not responsible for any indecency charges or cleaning fees.

 

 Malflic

 

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As I made my way to the airport bags in hand and the night sky still struggling against the first light of day my arrival in the next city seemed inevitable.   My over coat tightly buttoned and lapping at my calves with each and every stride the entire adventure was destined to be a mystery. 

 

Somewhere between excitement and trepidation occurred as the garage door opened I drew my scarf tight against my face and made my way to the ice cold waiting car.  It sat there taunting me with its frigid interior that would begin spewing the ice cold night air at me as I shivered.

 

A few minutes later while still waiting for the heater to warm up as the damn thing navigated seemingly with a will of its own mindlessly down a high way I had traversed a million times before.  Blinking 40 minutes were gone and I found myself  at the exit.  It was not the last chance to bail out on the entire weekend but something about stepping out of the car seemed to be a point of no return..  Arrangements that had begun weeks earlier when he had asked me if I’d like to join him for the weekend. A chance to be away to be somewhere different or new even for a few days is always welcome.  Still as he booked the airfare the mere mention of the weekend would be an adventure should have given me a clue, even just a little one that he had already thought things out.

 

Then again it is not where the true adventure nonsense really began.

 

Last night as I began to pack the phone rang, there’s a note for you with some instructions his voice stated matter of factly. 

M   In it is a copy of your itinerary, a few details about what to do after you land and a few other instructions. 

 

F  Thinking nothing of it since he was at times a neurotic wreck about travel we finished our conversation while I packed.   After all what kind of input could he have that was really all that pertinent.  Eventually I went off to find the letter.
 

In it was everything that he promised plus instructions to make sure that I wore my long winter coat, a warm scarf, and had gloves.  Nothing odd there, not in the least.  He asked that I dress nicely since we would have to be at lunch with a few clients before going to the hotel and make sure to bring an empty bay along. 
 

Well big city, warm coat and an empty bag.  What was a girl to think except that there would be some very serious shopping involved.  Now what kind of lady would I be if that didn’t hold at least a little appeal.  He didn’t feel the need to bring up comfortable shoes, ahh I thought maybe he already understood that would be a given.

 

This morning just before leaving the house he sent a text.  There’s more instructions under the drivers seat but don’t open them until after you land.  Dress nice, extra bag, can you say the sneak was sending me out with a personal shopper for the day.  Client lunch my ass.  Or so I thought.

 

Of course I was dying to know.  So I read it.  “are you here yet.  If not you might want to stop and start over once you land.”  I didn’t listen.  He probably knew better. And I read on.   When you land you’ll get a text telling what to do next.  One wrong step could be very embarrassing so follow the directions completely when you get them.  Chance are you brought an empty suit case so check it and on your way through buy a duffel bag,  

 

Two empty bags, that seemed a bit curious. A little coffee, an uneventful flight and right as I got off the plane in came the text.  Of course I almost ignored it but decided to check it anyway.

 

 

M  “Your bags will be picked up for you and taken to the hotel.  Did you get your duffel bag”

 

F No I really don’t need one.” I texted back.

 

M “I’d recommend it before we continue”

 

 F he answered back

 

Silly man so I went and picked one out, a nice one mind you. Then as I made my way through the crowded concourse the next one came in.

 

 M  “Are you ready to play?”

 

F “sure why not?”  After all who knows what he was thinking.

 

The phone rang

 

M “Good. Are you wearing your top coat?”

 

F “Of course”

 

M “Then call me when you get to baggage claim”

 

F “A little obsessive aren’t we.  Afraid some one will steal me?”

 

M Yes. Call me when you get there.

F  Swinging my bag, and a few other things I walked to the edge of the madness stared grateful I was on the other side of the security line and descended the escalator toward baggage claim.

 

The phone rang.  His voice was clear and the instructions sent my heart racing.  After drinking it all in I reconfirmed the one fact that needed it.  “Yes I’ve got the number car seven twelve.”

My heels clicked as I made my way to the restroom, finding an over sized stall at the end I locked the door behind me. Following the instructions to a T. I stripped,  slowly slipping   my skirt off of my hips. My heart raced even more as I folded it and put in the now obviously necessary bag.   A creamy blouse so demure and un assuming exposed my soft warm flesh slightly more as each button was un done.  As my fingers touched the next one it raised my senses more and more, heightening the tension, building somewhere between nervousness and arousal.
 

Slipping it off my shoulders modesty waned behind the shiny silver door and folding everything neatly, placing it in my new bag and finishing up a few final touches.  The coat covering my bared flesh with its long thick wool, checking it one last time to make certain it wouldn’t be flying open  at an in opportune time.  Tightly tucking my scarf securely in place to cover what could otherwise be exposed bits and pieces that while certainly not private would have raised a few eyebrows. 
 

Making my way my way past the sinks and back into a public area.  Not daring to make eye contact with anyone in the now crowed passage. Some of the my boldness of a few moments ago faded as there I stood there and spotted a large man in a black suit holding my luggage.  He smiled, after he knew I saw him and turned without saying a word. 

Of course I followed.  

The sensation of the silk lining teasing my otherwise naked body with each stride, was a maddening distraction.  Its slow gentle caress, enticing, making me aware of the lack of layers, still I didn’t know what to expect.  

As for expectations stockings and heels were the only thing anyone would expect to see from the knees down but if they only new how out of the ordinary my attire was above that point, it might have caused a scene. 
 

I wondered as busy travelers passed by and the occasional glance and smiles worried me.  The insane idea that a random stranger would know from the look on my face caused me to blush, in a most immodest way.

Stepping through the vestibule the first blast of the sub artic air kissed my face and as it filled my lungs the gusts made their way beneath my coat, between my legs and causing my entire body to shudder. Crossing traffic a city cop waved me past to the center island and standing next to my bags and the foreboding gent in the black suit a long white limo with the number 712 rounded the corner. 

It seemed like an eternity as it weaved through traffic, meandering around busses and shuttles.  The driver pulled to the curb even with me.  Flashing a wide and wicked grin he moved the ridiculously long vehicle so the back door was a simple two strides from me.  The windows along the side of the car were blacked out with the deepest darkest black I had ever seen and to add to the mystery were covered in a thick layer of ice.  The ice muted their dark color making the windows look liked an odd muted crystal, topped off in a cloudy white. 

 

As the trunk popped open I jumped out of my skin startled and waiting.  The surreal vision of my bags being placed in the by the large man I had followed outside washed over me as I was startled again as the driver slammed it shut.  He didn’t speak he simply turned and headed back toward the front of the car.

So much for service.  

Looking down, the back door had begun to swing open ever so slightly.  The air from the balmy interior sent steam spewing into the bitter cold concrete wasteland surrounding me an emerald green light escaped the interior.  And there he was, smiling like the devil.

Now I understood, and new exactly where it was going.  As the limo door swung open all the way. I returned the favor unbuttoning my long coat, one step from the door swung it open all the way, the 5 degree air all but took my breath away, my bared flesh quivered with anticipation and chill.   My nipples, well they were already erect, but the exposure made them as hard as they had ever been.
 

As I bent down to get in the car the oncoming traffic surely got a glimpse of bare hip. Perhaps something more.   Warm air filled my lungs, the door quickly closed behind me as I fell into his arms.  Sliding myself against him, the coat a recently disregarded appendage, the bag tossed thoughtlessly to the far end of the long bench seat.     

I sat there in nothing but a garter, stockings, and heels, bathed in the dark green light and the mysteriously tropically scented heat.  Sipping the glass of champagne he handed me.

“Now what?”  I asked

 The look in his eyes said it all as we began cavorting indecently before the car had even cleared the end of the terminal.

Through the Walls

It’s been a while since I’ve penned a pure spanko story so here it goes.  I got the idea while out on a run yesterday through a new neighborhood a few down from mine. Tradesman talked and hammered inside a newly constructed home I was passing.  The homes were so close, perhaps 12 feet apart it made me wonder what else could be heard through the walls. Is it still called voyeurism if you can only hear it and not see it or is it simply eavesdropping?   

 

The Chesty Blonde Provides the intro and outro in the audio version which can be found at malflic.libsyn.com

 

 

It was an unseasonably warm Saturday afternoon and John decided to spend a little time outside, just puttering mostly with this and with that but nothing in particular.  After all there weren’t many warm sunny days in the middle of winter and even though the holiday decorations had been long since put away still the tepid breeze gave the illusion that spring time might be just around the corner if not already upon him.

 

Winter was an odd time and the normally bustling neighborhood became dormant, no one out chatting on the side walk.  No kids in the streets, BBQ’s, over the fence conversations, or hours spent in the sun tending to lawns and gardens in a endless battle against nature and man to have the best coiffed patch of suburbia.

 

Every one pretty much knew everyone else but winter was reduced to waving from cars and even the dogs ran back in when let out as quickly as possible to avoid the cold.  There was one exception, John’s new neighbors who moved in late last fall just as the weather turned.  Sure he had done the neighborly thing and introduced himself but shortly after that the first cold snap started.  Standing at the back corned of the house puttering with the down spout he heard a faint crack come from his new neighbors’ house.

 

Thinking nothing of it he continued to while away his time.  Dressed in her little school girl out fit complete with scuffed shoes and a wrinkled un-tucked blouse and an indecently short plaid skirt that didn’t even completely cover her panties Lisa made her way to the living room and the closed shades tightly.  Passing past the table that loomed ominously in the center of the dining room she peeked out into the yard and saw John by the back corner of the house.  Fortunately he didn’t see her as she drew the thick drapes and sheers so tightly that the light of day had vanished leaving the room in an odd dark state for a moment.  

 

John still unaware in his quiet suburban Hamlet tending to the things he perhaps loved but certainly occupied his time with.  Other things were a foot and had yet to start in earnest when he heard Dave’s voice stern and slightly elevated through the wall “You had better get your nose in that corner young lady”  the chandelier now ablaze  compensating more than adequately for the eclipsed sun. 

 

John knew what he thought he heard.  When the thought dawned on him that he knew for a fact that Dave and Lisa didn’t have any children.  Perhaps his old ears were not what they once were.  Still he lingered near the back corner his house, not really knowing why, then again he was out side puttering just to putter so why not stay where he was and fix the edging, think about the upcoming planting. 

 

Lisa at that very moment was just inside her home’s walls was pressing her nose and perky little chest into the corner that 5 feet or so on the other side of the same corner her unsuspecting neighbor studied his landscaping. Dave was opening the Armoire and the squeak of the hinges made Lisa’s heart jump as she began to worry about exactly what her was moving from it. She could hear him placing an assortment of things on the buffet.

 

“Stick that little ass out”  Dave instructed walking towards her.  Crack, his hand landed on one cheek and then the other.  Then a few more, John’s ears perked up.  And Dave’s voice rang through clear as a bell.  “I’m going to beat that little ass of yours bright red.  Do you understand?”

 

Lisa answered even more clearly, “Yes sir”.  He smacked each of her cheeks soundly with his hand a few more times just to let a little sting start to build.  John was certain of what he was hearing. He inched away from his garden and toward their walls, he couldn’t believe his ears.

 

“Now say it”  Dave asked.

 

Lisa, still with her nose and tits pressed in the cornered and her cheeks the slightest shade of pink under her panties pleaded playfully.  “Don’t make me ask.”

 

Dave’s eyes narrowed “I asked you to say it. Don’t make me ask again” Pausing, picking up a leather paddle and cracking it just hard enough on his own leg to get her attention.

 

Lisa still playing “Can’t you just do it.  I don’t want to say it.” 

 

Dave grabbed her by the waist pulling her bottom out ward immediately after she finished and landed the long leather paddle across her in quick succession five times. 

“So you want to be defiant today young lady!” He added as he paused.

 

John listening intently still couldn’t believe his ears, he forgot that it was a warm winter day with the sun on his face.  He forgot that he was holding a flat spade to fix his edging and in drinking the sounds of his new neighbors forgot that a few seconds earlier he was worried about one of their welfare when he heard Lisa giggle.

 

“of course, That’s half the fun.” She added in a tone that he at first wasn’t certain of. And then after hearing five more cracks of the paddle.  

“Well?” Dave asked

 

Lisa off balance, still more or less tucked into the corner, hands out against the wall with her stinging butt pulled out toward the room giggled.  Dave waited and then swatted her again, she laughed and then once more the paddle cried out “CRACK” as it landed over the shirt tails, skirt and panties.

 

“Fine” she put on her playful pouty little voice “I’ll say it, you know that I hate when you make me say it”.  John focusing waiting with great anticipation to hear what she said as Lisa looked back at Dave and with a grin “I’m ready for you to spank me!”  

 

Dave replied “why?”

 

No sooner than the words sank into John’s head, making certain that he was hearing what her thought he was hearing wondering what he should do, notify the authorities, ring the door bell to see if she’s alright but just then she added quite loudly, dropping the pout “Because I love it, I want you to bend me over, pull down my panties, and spank my naughty bare ass bright red.”  Her arousal growing as the words escaped her lips.

 

“Oh so you want to be spanked?”  Dave inquired?

 

“Yes, do you know how I want it?” she toyed back now pressed into the corner.  John drifting ever closed to his neighbor’s walls to make certain he didn’t miss a word.  Had he moved that way much more his ear might have been pressed against their wall barely inches from her nose. 

 

“Bend over the table” Dave said leading her to the table and positioning her bottom in plain view her crest pressed into the surface arms reaching out to grab the edges.  John imagined the scene in his own way, slightly different but with the same end result. 

 

 

Dave lifted her skirt, and patted her playfully. 

 

“Not over them”  She said “Pull them down and spank my bare bottom” Wiggling her slightly pink cheeks at him and he lowered them and applied a wooden spoon covering every inch of her bottom.  John listened to each and every rapid fire sound and delighted murmur still imagining what was going on and not knowing exactly was killing him.

 

“How’s that young lady?” Dave asked.

 

“A nice warm up,  I’m sure I’m getting red.” She said loudly so Dave just played along answering in a tone that was crescendo as well. “So have you learned your lesson?”

 

“Not hardly spank me more, and harder, make it sting and throb” Lisa had never been shy with words but this was more talk than either was use to.  Was she topping from the bottom Dave wondered picking up the infamous CB paddle.

The first swat got her attention, and each subsequent one landed in a well spaced and firm handed approach that left her dancing in place and very much feeling the sting she had been longing for. 

 

The pleas to stop began at first playfully “No more, I’ll be good” and “I’ve been spanked enough” but he figured she’d asked for it and not wanting to be one to disappoint was going to make absolutely certain that she had her fill.  Each smack felt like a swarm of bees, each pause the possible end both a longed for and hated part of play simultaneously.

 

 

Finally pausing to rest more from his own fatigue admiring her crimson and glowing cheeks.  “How red is it?”  she asked.  Acknowledging the shade her bottom had become with a pause and Lisa took the opportunity to jump in.  “Well I guess you’ll have to wait until this time next Saturday to give me the belt.” She offered he tone still elevated.

 

Dave just played along wondering if a few hard strokes of the belt right now might be a good idea but the thought faded quickly “but right now you can take me upstairs and finish off my bottom while you fuck me”  She stood up a daring move but Dave let it go since he was about to get his reward for playing with her.

 

Later as they left the house John was in the front yard still working. Lisa couldn’t resist the temptation of going over to simply say hi.  He wondered how her punished bottom looked under the jeans.  Dave joined her shortly there after and after a few niceties,  swatted her butt playfully and insisted they go.

 

John blushed, and Lisa flashed a devilish little smile offering “yeah we do pretty much the same thing every Saturday but I can’t wait until summer, when it’s really hot.”

 

 

John stood there with his tool covering his growing tool and as Lisa and Dave drove up the street she finally informed him about the neighbor listening in.

 

He got it now and understood the entire scene so much better  “Well you’ve always loved that.  Next time whether he’s there or not we’ll really give him something to listen to you little brat.”

 

“Oh he’ll be there” she offered already looking forward to the following week, this time she wouldn’t be the one calling the shots, it would be his turn and the play was always so much better that way.

Go upstairs! – A twisted little tale

A shorter but intensely twisted little piece, after all I can’t keep all the Kinky stuff for the latter part of May when Kink Week gets here so let’s just look at today as fetish Friday.  Nothing wrong with a little tease right?

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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.