"Tie me up."
It was the voice of the sweet little girl behind the wedding dress counter.
Out of the blue and on my voice mail.
"7 o'clock. My place." And that was all the message said.
She's squatting down on her knees on the seat of the chair, facing the hard wooden back, her wrists bound, immobile, so that the rope goes from her hands, down under the seat and back up around her ankles.
Her ass, rosy and glowing from the spanking I'd given her, was tilted slightly into the air, her chin tight on the top of the back rest.
Damn uncomfortable, if you ask me, but that's what she wanted.
"You're sure you want to do this?" I asked.
Her bead bobbed up and down with excitement. "Where's the ball gag?"
"Where'd you leave it?"
"Um. Check the kitchen."
It was lying on the counter top, next to the knife we'd used to cut the rope to size.
"Gag me,"she said.
I took the gag, put it in her mouth and tied it behind her head, making sure to catch her hair in the knot so that everytime she moved her head it would yank and pull.
I picked up the red silk blindfold and covered her eyes.
We played for a half hour or more, until I felt her tighten and spasm.
But I never climaxed.
The thing I hate about S/M is that it's too damn consensual.
It's a lot better when the person doesn't want to do it.
