Laughing And Caning
The laughing sounds like something I would say / do:
Puzzled, I watched the boy strapping up our mattress. In twelve months of creative fornication, he had never tied me up, except to cook the occasional dinner in handcuffs. It seemed a matter of both principle and no minor disinclination.
This rig was a recent gift, nothing more than four nylon straps with rings. If our mattress were more rigid I would’ve felt good about my chances of breaking the hardware right off. He insisted on the included Velcro cuffs, which really completed the picture. Barbie’s First Bondage!
(If you find anyone with a Velcro fetish, do let me know.)
I settled on my stomach, spreadeagled, as he cinched down arms and legs. Aww… how honeymoon! But this was not Barbie’s first caning, and behind my heckling I was getting seriously worried.
“Do we have a safeword?”
He laughed, which was what I should’ve expected.
“Don’t laugh!”
He started to cane me instead.
From Dominatrix Next Door, link discovered via Fleshbot.
Dude! I just got a trackback, and I am so flattered! I have been reading you for ages. Although I commented the once, in defense of bondage models being pervs, if I recall.
Thanks for all the entertainment. :)