Bondage Blog

So Kaya got assigned to write a blog post about fishing and bondage. And she came up with an arresting visual image:

I can’t picture fishing in bondage really. I’m bad enough already with needing Master to bait my hook or take the fish off. If I were any more helpless, I might as well stay in the truck.

You know what I *can* picture though? If I were tied up on my knees, face to the ground, ass cocked up, and being used as a fishing pole holder…right up the ass. Oh yes, that’s right up Master’s alley.

Fish on!

And then there’s general squickiness. Kaya’s much more fun than a pocket full of alcohol wipe packets:

There was one time when we were fishing and I’d made some comment about the worm-gut gore smeared on His fingers. He got that wicked glint in His eye and said “I should make you lick my fingers clean.” and He tapped His finger on the very corner of my mouth. Underneath being completely disgusted and scrubbing the side of my face off was the knowledge that indeed He could do that, Fear Factor style bdsm, and I would obey it even though I’d hate it. Thinking about being made to do something so disgusting had made me quite creamy in the crotch.

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Not that I want to go eat worms. Let’s make that clear right here and now. I don’t. But knowing that He could make me makes my nipples perky.