Thursday, July 21, 2005Rope Fantasy
Ok, we haven't used the rope yet. I want to use the rope.
I want to tie him to a chair. Not just any chair, but I have this low backed, very prim and proper chair that looks like something you stick in the corner of the room and forget about. That is probably where it was before it came to me. Now, I can't stop thinking about it as the bondage chair. It is just about the right size and height for some serious play.
I want to tie him up to it facing the chair, knees on the floor. I want to bind his thighs to the front legs of the chair so he can't squirm, or get up. I want to bind his chest to the seat of the chair so he can't sit up. I want his hands behind his back, and I want them in cuffs. Purple ones. I want to leave him like that, naked and bound, I want to watch him squirm and be stuck. I want to masturbate in front of him, watch his cock get hard and seep pre-cum. I want him to feel owned, to know he is mine in every way and gets nothing until I say he gets it.
I want to fuck him, I want to push him past where he's been before and have him screaming for release, for pleasure as I pummel him with my cock. I want to move in and out of him, to feel his body straining against mine, to see him trying to move his hips but being unable.
I want to see if I can make him orgasm without ejaculating--I've done it once before. I want to do it again, then see how long it takes before he begs for release. I want him to beg me, without being directed to do so. I want him to yell for it. I want him to be unable to go a moment more without ejaculating all over the place, but to be unable to do so.
And then, I want to untie him and make him take me out to dinner.