#trussed up

[evilhorse]

An’ judgin’ from that weirdo costume yer sportin’, ya gotta be one a’ them kung fooey freaks ya hear about everywhere.

[angleshades]

dear Clive Haters..

..only Maurice is allowed to trash him

gif @hawleywilby

[little-witcheries]

So it seems I really like macrame.

[blushingonmyknees]

Future-wife, if I ever wake up in not the proper mindset or am annoying you, please tie me to the bed or tie me up and throw me in the closet and leave me there until my attitude improves. Giving me a firm reminder that is an honor and privilege to be in your presence and serving you. You are a Queen and should always be treated as such.

[blushingonmyknees]

At her whim. For her pleasure.

This has been the best afternoon in a long, long time. I am in my leather collar, my wrists have make-shift wrist cuffs on, my body is a little sore, my mouth and throat are tingly, my backside is stinging, and my nipples are sore. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend this afternoon any other way!

My Domme messaged me about a bondage position we both think could be fun to try in the future. We chatted a bit and I let her know my body is sore in certain areas but that I would love to be on my knees for her.

She said, “Type a check-in from your knees, pet,” and I gave her a check-in about my knees. She then asked if I missed her instruction and I immediately dropped to my knees, was thankful and gave her a check-in. She then instructed me to get up off my knees and to give them a break but wanted to let me know I would be bowing for her before bed tonight.

I thanked her for putting me on my knees and confessed that I could not wait to be bowing before her later. She wanted to know how it felt to be back on my knees. “Amazing, your Majesty,” I said. “It felt like where I belong and was comforting. It was another great reminder that I am under you, Ma’am.” This seemed to please her.

I asked if she would be up for tying me to a chair today and she said she would be happy to. Her next instructions were, “Go use the bathroom. Drink a small amount of water. Get your chair set out.” I originally requested to not have my clothespins (clamps) and to not receive a beating, but after requesting them I also wanted them very badly.

My Domme told me I would know what to fetch, and I did so. I got all five of my bandanna’s, my three belts and two clothespins.  I was also instructed to take off my shirt (and shorts). I let her know my shorts were already off and she said, “Somebody was already getting prepared, I see. I notice you are more compliant with your clothes off.”

I was then asked how badly I didn’t want to receive a beating, said not very badly and was told I was not very convincing. She then asked again if I would like to not receive a beating and I got very quiet and confessed I want to receive one. She had me ask for a beating and I did so. She then told me to get my double grommet belt and smack myself five times on each cheek and thank her. I asked if she wanted my boxers up or down for this and she wanted to know which I would prefer. I said down, and she made me ask for it. Then I was told to go on with the swats.

I left the double grommet belt folded in fourths, as I have been trained to do. I am made to fold it and kiss it before each beating. Having the belt folded in fourths makes the strikes last even longer.

She then had me put on my leather collar, sit in the chair and wanted to know if my behind was stinging. It was. “Good,” she said. I was then instructed to bind each ankle to the chair legs with a belt and to tie a bandanna around each wrist to serve as wrist cuffs.

I was next told to blindfold myself with the two bandanna’s. I know we have almost always used two, but I love it so, so much. I can’t see with one bandanna and two just makes sure it is too heavy to open my eyes underneath the weight of the bandanna’s and makes it so I am dependent on her for everything.

I was then ordered to tie my wrist bandanna’s together behind my back. It was so wonderful surrendering myself like this. My Domme then told me she wanted me to take deep breaths, counting internally five seconds in and five seconds out for each breath. She left me to this for a while and said she loved how she controlled something as simple as my breathing and that I was now completely at her mercy.

She said she would be doing tasks while I fell deeper for her (not exactly her words but it’s how I felt). She let me know she could make food, watch something or sweep the floor and I would do nothing but wait until she needed me. She talked about how I was doing so good for her and asked if I would like to suffer for her. All I could say was, “Yes, Ma’am!”

I was left like this for probably 15-30 minutes. She then instructed me to unbind my wrists, take a drink of water and to begin playing with my nipples. My Domme told me to lightly pinch them, then pinch them a little harder and then to pinch them just hard enough to really hurt.

After a couple minutes of playing with my nipples, she told me to get my clamps and put them on. I did so immediately. I was then ordered to play with my mouth the way I did the other night that made me have an “accident”. I began toying with my mouth, sliding one finger in and sucking it, then two, until eventually my whole hand was inside my mouth.

I moaned and whimpered so much, knowing my mouth was being used to her satisfaction. She then let me know she would like me to take the clamp off my right nipple (which made me whimper even more) and to play with it while sucking on my fingers.

The next task was to do the same thing to my left nipple and to suck on my fingers on my right hand. I was being extra noisy because I could hear the echo on her side at this time. At one point, I had four fingers in my mouth, and she said, “Deeper.” I felt so wonderful taking her orders and put my hand as far down my throat as I could get it. Even an hour later, I have a very eager tongue and tingly mouth. I just want it to be filled with her fingers and items of her choosing. *fans self*

Both clamps were then removed, as per her instruction and I took a few more sips of water. I was then told to put my clamps back on and interlace my fingers behind my neck. She then told me how she was reading about protocols and inspection and how she would like to inspect me someday. I was kept in this position for a bit.

I was then told I would be allowed to drop my wrists in a second, but on the way down she wanted me to make sure I hit each clamp in a non-gentle way on the way down. About a minute after this instruction, she allowed me to release my wrists and I made sure to hit the clamps with my wrists on the way down. Just that sensation about sent me through the roof!

It made me squeal, moan and whimper all at the same time! She mentioned that she thinks next time it would be fun to do that if I was gagged so I could scream. I did some deep-breathing and she asked if I would like my clamps removed. I said, “Yes, Ma’am” and she said, “No.” I absolutely love when she reminds me of my place like this.

After a couple seconds, she told me I could remove them. I did and then pain seemed to increase tenfold. She encouraged me to get another drink of water, but I had to let her know I was unable. I was almost froze for a few seconds and felt like if I moved at all I was going to faint.

She wanted to know if I felt able to move my wrists behind my back once I caught my breath, and I told her I was. My Domme said if I was able, to rest with them behind my back and my fingers interlaced. I did so immediately. After maybe a minute, I asked permission to loosen my collar and she granted it. I let her know that it wasn’t the collar that caused the sensation but that my whole body went numb and I felt like I was going to faint earlier.

I was next instructed to remove my ankle bondage and to get up, get a drink and lay down in bed. I complied with her commands as quickly as possible. I was allowed to relax for a bit and we chatted.

She wanted to know what my favorite part of being used was today. “All of it,” I said. Then I let her know I loved how she told me to take my fingers deeper earlier. She inquired how my mouth was feeling and I let her know that it was tingling and still wanted to be used.

My Domme then instructed me to rub my finger on my lips and eventually insert it. “Suck,” was her next command. *blushes* I love when she instructs me how to best be used. After a bit, she told me to insert a next finger. “Is that as deep as they can go, pet?” she asked. I immediately started sucking them in deeper. “Good boy,” were her next words.

She kept me like this for a couple minutes and then told me to place my right hand behind my head while continuing to suck on the fingers from my left hand. “I want you to imagine this is my hand behind your head,” she said. “Think about me holding you in place.”  I know I got noisy again, as I have been most of the day with her. I was also told to run my tongue up and down in between my fingers while they were inside my mouth.

After a couple minutes, I was instructed to just lay down because she would be having to leave soon but wanted to help me feel anchored before doing so. I laid here while she made food at her place and talked me through the steps. I also heard her go to her garden to get some food and let her know that I hope to someday be led to her garden by my leash to pick food for her. I also let her know that I wished I was with her in her kitchen, kneeling while she prepared her dinner and being made to clean up the kitchen afterwards.

I was fairly anchored before she left but also told her I cannot wait to be on my knees and bowing for her later. I also confessed that I hope to be on my knees with four fingers in my mouth and a hand on the back of my head later tonight.

Right now, I am resisting the urge to play with my mouth because it is her property. I suppose I shall make dinner soon so that way everything is digested by the time she is back online in two hours. I don’t want to eat too much because my mouth is hungrier for other things than food and everything needs to be digested by the time she gets back. I also have to show her a certain spot in my closet where I may get to be tied someday.

[blushingonmyknees]

All I want is to be put back on the ground and tied back to the foot of my bed. Thank you for a wonderful Valentine’s Day, Ma’am.