Bondage Blog

From the beginning of Sparkle’s early morning dream:

Face-down I was, my hair in a braid down my back. My legs were cuffed to the spreader bar, my hands dug nervously into the bedcover, clutching the flannel.

“You’re going to learn to like it,” he said quietly, firmly. “In fact, you’re going to learn to orgasm from it.”

I swallowed hard, aware of the lube in his hands, though I couldn’t actually see it. I wrenched a bit as the shock of the cold gel touched my anus, knowing that he took pleasure even in this minor discomfort.

And then he was sliding the plug inside me, one knob at a time until it was firmly in place and my quietness spoke of my comfort.