Sunday, January 29, 2006

Innocent twine

Some times.. not often.. but some times .. i wonder where Doms find the inspiration for their latest method of torture. But then i really do know where Sir finds some of His better ones... He belongs to umpteen mailing lists... lists for bondage.. lists for gags.. lists for needles.. lists for slaves.. lists for hooks... i don't even know ALL the lists He is on... BUT often on a Saturday morning Sir will turn His lap top around and tell me to look at a picture or two.... Other times - during the week - while we are chatting on msn He will send me photos ... most of the times i cringe... the meat hook ones usually get to me in a BIG way.... i shudder and think of the damage that they could cause by something as innocent as a sneeze........ and i always count my blessing that Sir shows (well so far) no interest in some of these more extreme sports of BDSM......

On Saturday morning Sir showed me a picture of a submissive done up rather nicely in twine.... and in passing said one day He would have to get a ball of good old fashioned twine. i opened my mouth (without thinking - definitely one of my few failings) and said.. "i have a ball of twine Sir - hemp twine.. the kind with all the prickleys on it". i went and fetched it from downstairs in the laundry room - on the top of the spare fridge wayyyyyyyyyy at the back on the top of that fridge... now i wonder if there was some subconscious devious reason for storing this hemp twine way back there out of sight.

Anyway i gave the ball to Sir and He tossed it casually off to the side mumbling something about maybe one day.

Today was what i called "vanilla day" .. it is my eldest daughter's birthday today.. and i had invited her and her sister and family over for Sunday brunch. (Editorial note: i HATE making brunch and always wonder why in god's name i plan brunch when i know how much i HATE cooking brunch.... but brunch it was) i was up more or less at the crack of dawn to start the preparations for country style eggs..hash brown potatoes.. pancakes ... ham.. homemade cinnamon buns .. and pots and pots of coffee......
i was just feeling like i had things more or less under control and patting myself on the back that i still had time to shower and clean myself up ( i do clean up rather nicely if i take the time).. and maybe even had time for a little sit down before the festivities began....... WHEN Sir called me to come ....

He was sitting holding the ball of twine...... and smiling.. that evil wicked grin that Doms get when an "idea comes together"....... i shuffled over and was told to strip.... Sir grabbed hold of the left breast and started to wind the twine around it so tightly i swear i could feel all the glands rubbing up against one another (no wonder i hardly wince when i go for my mammograms).... up around my neck down the other side and start wrapping around the next breast. Only thing is... my right breast is an odd shape compared to the left.. and is not nearly as cooperative about being bound tightly... in fact .. any and all ropes / leather lacings / whatevers tend to slide off every so nicely. Soooooo once again i offer a suggestion without much fore thought.... i suggested i bend slightly at the waist letting the breast dangle down .. and try wrapping it that way. SUCCESS!!! and i was caught cursing under my breath at how successful my suggestion was.......... i glanced down to see both breasts going a very nice shade of purple .. and knowing full well there was little hope of any rope sliding off.... accidently.........

Sir then dropped a line straight down my belly....... and i am thinking.. oh god a crotch rope!! when i felt His hand grab hold of my clit jewelry and tug it ..none too gently ..outwards and thread the twine through the bondage ball and then bring the end back up and tie it off just below the navel. As i stood straight i felt the twine pull my clit skyward.... i quickly bent slightly over at the waist again...........i finished up the last few things for brunch in an awkward bent over manner.. every once in a while.. i would straighten to do something.... feel my clit move skyward again...

The twine was removed in time for me to have a quick shower.... though Sir did comment that the nice thing about hemp is that it can get wet (ohhhhhhh god do i know that from 2 summers ago when we went to the BDSM camp and Sir did a lovely hemp rope full body harness complete with crotch rope .. and had me try swimming... i nearly drowned !! and getting WET hemp off quickly is impossible!!) Oh and before i forget the crowning glory to this twine adventure....... as Sir was unraveling it from my body....... as He got to the last breast which by now was screaming bloody murder to be released....... Sir just grabbed hold of the twine and pulled......... much like one pulls the string on a top....... if you can picture that??? and the twine whipped off my breast .... leaving me gasping and checking to make sure there was still SOME skin left on it...................

Not so innocent twine.......... trust me !!!

3 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:25 am

    LOL
    Master would love this post. He is big into "tit torure". Always wanting to bind them with rope, pinch them, whip them. He says, "they are much to free". One would think they could run away. i think i will give Him a set for His birthday and save mine. LOL

    pet

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  2. pet!!! i laughed till i damn near cried.. "give Him a set for His birthday" !!!!

    BUT you gotta know .. He will say why do I need another set.. I have a perfectly good set here... and then pinch yours... sighhhh....

    morningstar (owned by Warren)

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  3. Anonymous5:29 pm

    Last friday i accussed Him of trying to pinch my nipple clear off. i said, what are You gonna do if it comes off? His answer........keep it in my mouth all day and bite on it, pet. Especially if you can still feel it.

    sicko..LOL

    pet

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