Lots of rope in my life these days ~ particularly last night.
Sir had been working all day, so i went to his house. i knew He was tired, so i was delighted when he said we were going out to eat. That was lovely, and when we got back to His house ~
He whisks my coat away and sits me down in his old office chair. It has arms and wheels. {I was going to post a picture of what it was like, but apparently they don’t make them anymore. And anyhow, it doesn’t matter.} Suffice to say, i am quickly tied to it.
A rope around my chest holds me securely, wrists fastened to the arms leave no room for escape. “Playing cowboys and Indians?” i comment and He just laughs.
After i’m tied, He unbuttons my shirt, pulls my breasts out so the nipples are exposed. Attaches the nipple clamps, tightens them. Asks if they’re even.
“Yes, Sir!!” is my hearty response. “Perfectly even, thank you for checking!!”
“Comfortable?” He asks.
“Mmmmhmmm. Yes, Sir.” While He wrapped me, i had been thinking about a blog post someone wrote ~ i can’t remember who now ~ about whether or not being tied up is like being hugged. i smile, yes, it is like being hugged, a long caressing hug.
“Good,” He says, “Don’t go anywhere. I’m gonna take a shower.”
And i laugh, cause i should have known that was coming.
For a moment i think, “What if there’s a fire?” and then i laugh at myself, cause i’m on wheels, i could scoot straight down the hall to the open bathroom door ~ an open door through which clothes are flying at the moment, landing in a heap at the end of the hall.
A shoe. Another shoe. Socks. i’m giggling, watching this invisible strip tease.
And then i have time. Time to savor the feeling of rope around me. Time to wonder why He’s left me clothed, except for my breasts with the clamps attached, which are not too painful, but not quite forgettable either.
My quote i chose for the day yesterday was:
“Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!”
~~ Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass
Tied to the chair, unable to do anything, i have time to slide into that timeless space, the magical space betwixt and between parts of my life. Carving out room to just be, and, even better, to just be His.
i wonder for a moment if He’s going to untie me to get my clothes off, but i let the thought flit through my mind. No need for me to be concerned with that.
i watch my nipples, the chain between the clamps hanging down. i listen to the water from the shower. i feel myself growing wet, moist and fully compliant.
i wait…
The word “compliant ” (just about the sexiest word in the dictionary) and a Lewis Carroll quote in the same post – bliss to read. Thanks. x
@Alice,
It is hot, isn’t it? And i love Lewis Carroll too. Glad you enjoyed.
aisha
must’ve been a goooooooood night because your blogpost came out late today! i actually giggled to myself about it, too.
Lucky woman.
isn’t it great to be so desired that he can’t wait to get you tied up the moment you get inside the door…
and making you wait while he showers? there is a ton of power implicit in that act.
and yeah.
it is fawking hawt too.
Hugs,
nilla
@’Nilla,
Laughing… yep, late blog post = late night = good times! i knew you would know that.
It is great to be that desired. Yes…. and to feel that power holding me.
Yeah.
hugs,
aisha
and therefore we wait too!!
~faithful
@Faithful ~
🙂
hugs,
aisha
I can only imagine how submissive it feels/you felt, to be bound to his chair while he showered. Waiting and wondering …
You are one very (happy) lucky woman, Aisha 🙂
Fondly. Sky
@Sky,
Sigh… yes. It really was wonderful. And i am ~ happy and lucky.
Thanks, Sky.
aisha
I have found that waiting goes one of two ways for me–I end up highly irritable, or by the time he’s done making me wait I’m like putty ready for whatever molding he might choose.
I still haven’t figured out exactly what determines which way it will go though…
Sounds like your waiting definitely resulted in putty! It’s the best kind.
@Lil,
Yep, putty no doubt!
Waiting can make me cranky too unless I decide to settle myself into it and accept that i can’t change it. Sometimes, i’m more willing to do that than others… laughing.
aisha
Pliable.
that’s the word in my head
the way you soften up dough or clay
so it can be worked.
yes
Pliable.
sfp
Yes.
You hit the nail on the head.
Pliable.
aisha
I have to echo the others…compliant, what a wonderul word. Your Master seems to know exactly how to get you to that special place..Lucky you!
abby
@abby,
Happy sigh… yes, he really does. i’m a lucky girl for sure.
hugs,
aisha
Okay, so sfp got the word I couldn’t find–pliable sounds so much hotter than putty lol.
@lil,
But they’re both true!
aisha
Bondage has a way of making the embrace no longer elusive. Waiting. Oh, the waiting. Anticipation, excitement, a bit of dread and then….like sinking down slowly….i find myself.
A man who knows how and when to make you wait is wonderful.
Inside of my bounds, i have learned much about freedom.
Have i told you lately how happy i am for you? 🙂
@Jade,
Hey! Nice to see you!
Yes… bondage is magical, isn’t it? And so is my Sir…. 🙂 Really. You would like HIm.
Thanks for being happy for me. 🙂
hugs,
aisha
Bondage can be a really good place to deepen thoughts of submission. i agree with the sentiment that you are very, very lucky aisha!
love, squirrel
@Squirrel,
Yes, there’s something about bondage that really puts me in the right head space. Mmmmm….
i am a lucky girl…
hugs,
aisha