Rope is your friend

Feel it skim over your warm naked skin lightly, a soft snake-like trail being left behind as your wrists extend outward, anticipating the warmth and softness to wrap around them tightly, your heart beating a little faster with each loop around your ankles, the knots all over your body, and the intense, pretzel-like predicament positions you'll soon find yourself in...yes oh yes, you blog-reading addicts, rope is your friend.

Unless you have high blood pressure. Then suddenly, as your arms are tightly tied behind you, wrapped around your breasts tightly--being hugged all over--as you wobble a little on your knees, suddenly feeling a cold sweat break out all over your body as the dizziness sets in...you realize you may just pass out. Good thing the ball gag wasn't in the mouth at that point...and sadly...the rope is quickly removed as a little sigh of disappointment escapes your lips...cold bottled water handed to you...as you sit down and breathe slowly...your muscles all tense and tight, your knees a bit sore from the hard floor beneath you....sputtering embarrassed apologies to the Dom who worked so hard to put the rope on you, feeling as though you've disappointed him....

But then, after several minutes of relaxing, the rope winds around your wrists again, this time in front of you, as you sit "indian-style" on the floor next to him. He twists the rope around your ankles and your wrists, round and round, tightly knotted and yet still comfortable...and suddenly as you're just getting used to this new position, you feel yourself being pushed over onto your side, your head lying comfortably on a pillow....a padded blanket placed underneath you....

And then you hear it. The hitachi wand has been plugged in, and is ready.

And thus, you writhe with ball gag in place, for over an hour, riding every wave of the intense orgasms that wrack your body repeatedly and without stopping...the rope keeping you still though you try to rock yourself back and forth out of it, trying to make the vibrations stop, knowing as you try that it's futile, it won't stop no matter how hard you try to get away...the sensations rolling and rolling, the intensity increasing with every new explosion....and finally you feel your body just giving in and you hear yourself groaning, drooling on the ball gag, until suddenly you're flying into subspace at a million miles an hour....and it's gooooooooood.....it's soooo goooooooooood this place...so incredibly good. You no longer want the vibrations to stop, you no longer writhe against the rope that keeps you there...you just let it take over...you are no longer in control of anything....

And then you lay there for another hour, incoherent, almost in a trance, slowly untied, a warm blanket over you....and yet you are long gone from this world.

Yes indeed....rope is most definitely MY friend.

-----Sassy Girl