Herfried's frantic movements are getting a bit much now so I slowly
slide away from him, my long dark hair caressing his body from his chest
and all the way down to his thighs.
His trousers and pants are still around his ankles. Hilarious! So i
slowly remove his shoes, socks & the rest of it. Why hurry? We've
got six hours to kill, and
'kill it' we most certainly will...
I fetch my soft red cotton rope, and briefly tease his agonised cock
with it. His body spasms with pleasure. Then I get a pair of latex
cuffs, each with a think steel ring attached. I attach the cuffs to
his ankles, and padlock the steel rings to a leg spreader
bar. I then thread my rope through each steel ring, and round
Herfried's ankles a few times (just to provide an extra 'top-note' of
sensation).
I begin increasing the tension on the rope, by moving to the top of the
bed and again tying the rope to the bedframe. I do this on both the left
and then the right sides. Before securing two more ropes to criss cross
the first two, in order to make the whole
arrangement less wobbly (i just can't be dealing with wriggling slaves
& wobbly bondage rigs, now can I?).
Herfried's legs are now hoisted pretty much vertical, with the soles of
the feet pointing towards the ceiling. And his beautiful ass is now
utterly exposed & vulnerable.
Just how i like it.
After delightfully pausing to take it all in, I quickly check in with him:
"How's your back sweetie? Are you comfortable? Now I don't want you straining anything, do I."
He says he's fine, utterly & deliriously lost in subspace. I'm
slightly concerned about his back though, so I stuff a few
comfy cushions between his lower back & the bed.
"There, that's better!", I announce.
Herfried merely smiles with his eyes. Before both eyeballs roll back in delight, mind & body utterly lost
in sensation (again).
So that's the top & the bottom end sorted. Now it's time to deal with the middle...
I get yet more rope and thread it underneath his back, looping it round his toned body several times. I then tightly (but not too tightly - safety first kids!) secure
the rope to either sides of the bedframe. I then repeat this with his chest, his arms and his legs.
The lucky victim is now in a wholly satisfactory state of immovable bondage, and we're almost ready to begin the
real fun...
I test the rope by tickling the poor boy mercilessly. He tries to writhe around, but the ropes barely budge a centimetre.
"Job's a good'un..!", i think to myself.
I wait a few seconds, composing myself. Then ask in all earnestness :
"Herfried, what time is it?"
He ofcourse neither knows nor cares. I know it, and he knows that i know. Which is precisely the point of the asking.
"Errr, i don't know Miss?...sorry." Oh bless, he's such a delight to play
with.
"Not good enough Herfried! Really?! That's one black mark for you, boy. And just one of many, I now suspect..!"
I'm on the verge of giggles again, but just about manage to keep it together.
I carry on in my strict & ultra earnest tone : "Now Herfried! When I
ask you what time it is, I don't necessarily mean literally. I mean
contextually...philosophically
even."
I'm really enjoying 'milking' this for all it's worth...
"Now please do keep up and try to pay closer attention!"
I fix him with a stern gaze whilst slowly walking over to the dresser,
where i have an impressive arsenal of items laid out. His eyes follow
mine, and he's totally taken the bait. Hook, line & sinker.
Silly boy!
Grabbing the biggest of the bunch of dildo's etc, i ostentatiously hold it aloft & glibly ask / announce :
"What time is it? Why...it's sex toy o'clock, ofcourse...!"
I wave & wobble a big black dong in the air, whilst pulling an ultra silly smiling face.
Herfried immediately descends into a deep fit of giggles.
But then suddenly stops, after taking a proper look at the immense size
of the big black dong i'm holding.
He doesn't speak, and his slightly worried look deepens. Perfect.
I can feel myself getting wet now. I allow the 'tense' moment to
continue for several seconds, before slowly walking over to him &
putting my free hand on his forehead. Like a concerned parent nursing a
feverous child.
"Don't worry darling, all in good time. Baby steps, remember? Like how I said before.."
I run my fingers through his soft blonde hair, and he begins to smile a little. I've literally got him in the palm of my hand.
"And we've still got another five hours. Plenty of time..!"
I give him a quick peck on the cheek.
"Don't worry sweetie. You do want to make me proud & happy, now don't you...?".
...tbc
