Bondage Blog

As everyone who has ever messed around with bondage knows, it’s easy for things to not go quite the way they do in the fantasy. Here’s a classic example of some fun-sounding bondage play that didn’t go quite as planned, from Black n Blue And Bamboo:

He folds the rope in two and places the loop around the back of my neck. He brings the rope up between my legs parting my lips and resting it on my clit. He then brings the ends of the rope thru the loop at the back of my neck.

There is tension in the rope but its not tight. The rope feels wonderful against my skin. I’m loving this. I start to relax, feeling his control over me. I realize I’m breathing harder and my pussy is starting to throb.

He turns me around and brings the rope up under my breasts. He brings the ends under the middle rope and cinches them down. He’s not making any knots so far.

I love the way the rope slides over my skin. They feel like an extention of T and his control. My pussy starts to flow.

“Give me your wrists” as he stands behind me.

He restrains my wrists to my rope harness that he is making. He continues to loop the rope around my body thru both middle ropes on my back and front. Forcefully moving me around so he can complete his work.

I revel in the feelings that are flooding thru me. Feeling so secure in his control of me.

He finishes his work as cris-crosses the rope around my legs finally tying the ends together on the back of my calves.

“How do they feel?” he asks, being to pull slightly on the rope to feel the tension.

“Great, Sir” I reply as my excitement starts mount. I’m breathing hard now. My pussy is really starting to flow.

Next thing I know I’m being pushed on the bed. The rope moves to tighten and stimulate me more. I lying face down on the bed with my ass fully exposed to him. He picks up the backscratcher and starts to spank my ass.

I start to panic. I can’t handle this. I’ve been spanked hard like this before. But never being bound like this. I start janking and yanking myself to get free. And finally in my panic… I use my safeword.

He quickly undoes his handiwork. Helps me to a standing position. I can see the worry in his face. I’m feeling guilty I don’t want to ruin what started out as a wonderful night. Yet, I’m not quite sure as what caused my panic. I quickly kiss him and tell him we’ll talk about this tomorrow. He pulls me to him kissing me ever so gently and we end the night making love.

Looking back, I think my panic was caused by me being overstimulated. I was so overwhelmed by what I was feeling and it was coming so fast that I couldn’t handle it.

Hey, sometimes in the real world that’s just how it goes.