She’s got legs
But I couldn’t use them at all because they were tied together. Today was like a throwback to a few months ago when we used to spend days on end experimenting with different rope designs, having fantastic sex, and eating lots of meaty, cheesy, tasty comfort food.
Inspired by other rope tops (as Maestro learned – he’s a rope top, I’m a rope bottom or rope bunny. Haven’t decided yet which I prefer …) – we decided to focus on telling a story with the designs as well as creating beautiful knots. So I put on my sexy Japanese schoolgirl outfit (short plaid skirt, stockings, black sandals, and a white shirt), and he tied my legs together while crossed. I’m perched on a chair, like at a school photographer studio. A demure and innocent, yet enticing pose. It’s what we don’t reveal. It’s implied and unlocks the viewers imagination. How did she become tied up? Who tied her up? Why? That’s the sexy part of the photos.
He tied my wrists together next, with just my hands free. Once I was immobile on the black photographer’s sheet, laying on my side, I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He gently kissed the back of my neck. Stroked the loose hairs out of my face. Then ever so slowly lifted up my little plaid skirt. I knew what was coming next. I started squirming on the ground as he raised his hand and spanked me hard. Again. And again, harder. All I could do was moan and wriggle like a worm. My right cheek was stinging and I begged him to slap my left. I arched my back and pushed my ass out towards him further. Even though the stinging was almost unbearable, my pussy was dripping. He knows this about me, that I get off on getting spanked. Just when I couldn’t take any more, he slapped my inner thighs. The photos with my well-spanked ass are so sexy.
The way he looked at me was pure lust. He leaned against me deliberately, pressing his weight on me; his face inches from mine. Normally a prelude to endless lovemaking, this time his weight on my bladder made me need to pee. Badly. I thought I had the whole pee situation when tied up figured out … guess not. This time, however, I couldn’t get to my feet myself. Maestro lifted me to my feet, and carried me to the toilet. Now that’s chivalry! And not wanting me to pee on the laminate floor. My hands were free enough to pull my panties off … and there are photos to capture the moment! I stood up on one foot and hopped a few steps to the sink, and then he piggybacked me back to the living room for more photos.
This was a great afternoon. It reminded me of the crazy, unleashed creativity months ago that made me want him. It helped heal old wounds ripped open by the reality that there are no guarantees in life and over-analyzing everything won’t change that. We are the ultimate creators of the life we desire. Imagine the feeling of a wish fulfilled, my dearly retired acupuncturist would tell me.
