Bondage Blog

By the time she met Jim, Marcy was getting to be an old hand at fetish dating. She’d had some kinky fun times for sure, but she was getting weary of going out with broke-ass boys who watch gonzo porn and think spit is lube. Jim had a professional income and at first, he wined her and dined her and they’d go on glittering fancy dates before he took her home and tied her carefully to his fancy four-poster bed with gleaming soft leather padded restraints for evenings of gentle bondage sex. But once she moved in with him, he stopped trying so hard. Then he stopped trying at all! Although the pleasant BDSM-flavored bedroom fun continued, he rarely took her out, and never to anywhere as nice as she had gotten used to.

So she began to complain. Once she even threatened that if he kept being a lazy cheap date, she’d move out. “I know how to find a new bondage sex partner,” she told him. He just smiled at her. Somehow, she completely forgot that nagging at a bondage-inclined man has inherent perils. He might have certain fetish notions he hasn’t tried out yet… And that, my friends, is how Marcy found herself unexpectedly naked and hogtied with a couple of pieces of clothesline, writhing on a threadbare bit of none-too-clean scratchy carpet in the basement. If looks could kill, Jim would have been a hurting unit. And she had some choice words for him, too! This was not the wining and fine dining she had in mind.

Suddenly, Marcy found out the hard way what ball gags are for. She didn’t even know Jim owned a ball gag! Then he left her to stew for awhile in her own bottled-up spitefulness. She was happy to see him by the time he came back into the room; it had been awhile and she was getting cold. She was even happier when he untied her ankles. On the other hand, when he shackled her ankles pretty wide apart to a rusty hook in the basement ceiling, she started making all kinds of noises behind that rubber gag!

That’s when Jim finally had something to say. “Call me a cheap date, will you? I’ll show you a genuine cheap date! We won’t stop until you’ve got carpet burns on that pretty bottom of yours, and it’s not going to cost me a cent.” Marcy was about to start sniveling, but then he knelt down and started licking her pussy. It felt nice, too — not that she could do a damn thing to stop him if it hadn’t!

Things got a little confused for Marcy after that. With her hands tied behind her, she couldn’t do much, and Jim was everywhere with his strong fingers and clever tongue. Pinching, licking, biting, tickling … he never once checked in with her, or paid the least mind to her muffled protests from behind the gag!

When she started thrashing and bucking from excited frustration, he put three fingers in her pussy to hold her in place. Then he went right back to his kissing and nuzzling and — especially — biting.

Finally when she was totally wild with lust and frustration, he stood up and started unbuckling his pants. “There’s a carpet steamer in the garage,” he said. “After the sticky mess we’re about to make all over this carpet, I expect you to get it down here first thing tomorrow morning and make it spotless. If you ever nag me about being a cheap date again, you’ll clean it the next time with your hands tied and a soapy brush in your mouth!”