Tag Archives: rope play

Surrender

A photo of Cara naked on a couch, hogtied with arms and legs bound back, with green rooe

Tears streak down my face, wetting the sheets my cheek is pressed into. I’m bound, bound because I begged to be. Hands under my thighs, palms pressed against my quads, rope looping tight around and around my wrist and digging into my hamstrings. My legs spread wide, ankles tied to the bed frame. The gag …

Ultimo Dia de Junio 

No story today. Sorry.  I hope that the regular stories and poetry have been pleasing to the eyes and the dangly bits.  Here’s something lovely in lieu of a story.               I’ve been dabbling in rope play, a new venture for me. One I love. That thing hanging on my bottom is a …