She’s In No Position To Say “No”
I love it when they suddenly remember that they are in no position to make demands. Suddenly the usual peremptory tone turns all buttery and nice. There’s nothing sweeter than a woman who has just remembered she’d better say “please” for a change. Monmouth has a good story about this:
I led her out to the middle of the room and helped her kneel down. Then I bent her over the footstool and slowly, meticulously, attached her hands and thighs to each of the four sturdy wooden legs.
The floggers and the whips were all hers. She had a beautiful collection that she’d only shown me after I’d tied her up a few times.
I started with something small, almost feathery – a long-handled wooden flogger with strands of woven horsehair that made a surprisingly satisfying sound when I finally stopped teasing her backside with it and gave her an actual swipe.
When the pale skin of her bottom had turned a warm pink, I stroked her for a moment, pulling her buttocks apart to deposit a little glob of cool lube on her pink anus. The buttplug I had brought was not hers. Made of heavy black silicone, it was a beautiful parting gift.
“What the fuck is that?” Veronica asked when I pressed the slick nub of the thing up against her opening.
“I’ll tell you later.”
“No, you can’t do that to me. That’s disgusting.”
“Really? I can’t?” I pushed softly but insistently. The pucker of her ass began to yield to the pressure and the lube.
“Please don’t…
First time I was fisted I was tied wrist to thighs and ankles in a spreader bar which was attached by a short chain to a collar so my legs were apart and drawn up so I was helpless. He removed my gag but left my blindfold on so that I could use our safe word but not see what he was doing. He used lots of lube and was gentle and soon he was all the way in and I came, lots of times!!. Now it is a regular part of our bondage sex.