I like a bit of bondage, don’t we all?
One of the things about rope bondage that really gets me going is the marks the rope leaves once it has been removed. I know a lot of spankos like the marks left from a spanking but the rope marks are every bit as cherished. Shame they don’t last longer.
See some Karada, sorry no marks, on my Tumblr blog HERE and HERE.
Let’s get a few things clear here. I am not saying I go around tying folk up and beating them against their will.
Unless they want me to of course, that’s different.
Sort of consensual non-consensual, if you see what I mean.
The Duck Tape held her firmly to the chair.
I pulled her knickers down and ran my fingernails across the cheeks of her bottom.
“Are you pleased you decided to come with me?”
“Mmmmm. Mnnnn.” The pacifier gag made her speech unintelligible.
“I’ll take that as a yes. So pleased we have a consensus.”
I fetched the thin whippy cane from my suitcase.
“I brought this just for you.” I swished the cane in front of her.
“MMMMNNNNNN!” “NNNNMMMMMM!!!”
“I knew you would be pleased. I thought we could start with six strokes quite hard and see how nicely you mark. What do you think?”
“MMMMNNNNNN!” “NNNNMMMMMM!!!”
“OK then; twelve it is!”
She struggled against her bindings.
“It’s going to be a long night…”
Inspired by a blog post from Naughty Eliot.
