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Packing for the weekend
Date: 10/11/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: MidnightTypist, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories
I said, space is at a premium. I reach into the toybox again and pull out the rope. Last time we had this out, I wrapped you up in a basic body tie, then threw your clothes to you and announced we were off to the pub. It was fun sitting there later, listening to the rain beat on the windows, drinking dry cider, listening to the conversation around us and watching you opposite me, shifting slightly this way and that. I could see the outlines under your jeans, subtle ripples in the denim indicating where the cotton rope was clenching and squeezing you. You leant forward to take a drink and stopped with a stifled gasp. I guessed that was the crotch tie going tight. All in all, watching you kept me entertained and aroused in equal measure. When we got back home, I had your clothes off in less than a minute. Decision made. I grab the hanked rope, and tuck it into the little space remaining in my bag. Rope, handcuffs and a ballgag; it's a respectable little set of versatile restraints with a range of possibilities. Hogties are certainly straightforward. No floggers though; if I feel like turning your pert bum red, I'll just need to put you over my knee and do it the old fashioned way. I check my watch; I don't have much time. I throw the rest of my clothes in my bag, grab my coat on the way out the apartment and hail a taxi outside. I'm going to enjoy this weekend. So are you.