“I’m bound to you, not by ropes and strings, but by hopes and dreams, like the moon is to tides, the Jupiter is to rings, ordained by the physics of everything.” – Sabah Saleem
ROPES THAT BIND
The first time, I attempted the Shibari Kuma tie, I did it without anything on. Crotch ropes are rather arousing so I wanted to feel the rope rub against my bare cunt. Wetness pooled between my legs from the sensation; it’s a bit of pleasure and a bit of torture at the same time.
I tried to take photos, but they were too explicit so I put on this red dress. But, even just giving a peek of my bare cunt was too explicit.
So I tried again another day.
The good news is that I am not pregnant, but the bad news is that my little female friend made it a bit difficult to take a more appealing photo. If it had not come, I would have worn something lace, but no can do during this time of the month.
I found that the rope at the bottom of my leg kept falling down so I kept pulling it back up over my hip. That didn’t really work; I thought it would catch and hold onto the curve of my hip. But, I guess I’m more rectangular than an hourglass or pear shaped.
Sir had seen the first attempt and the second attempt. Letting him see something explicit isn’t such a big deal because he’s seen my cunt multiple times. He said the second one looked very good.
Being bound by ropes has always been something that arouses me, but it’s just an extra thrill. All the extras that come with D/s relationships have been nice, but not a necessity. But the threads of love that bind my heart to Sir is a must, not an option.
Perhaps, being bound physically is symbolism for the emotional ties I have with Sir. So, we aren’t breaking up, but things will change in our relationship. I couldn’t imagine life without him and I wouldn’t want to submit to anyone else. Forever bound as his submissive. With play or without play, I’m his.
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