All Tied Up and No Where To Go

Last night Teacher and I moved venues to a motel, just to change things up. Unbeknown to me, he was feeling sickly, but he knew I was looking forward to spending New Years Eve with him, and he wasn't going to let me know. I'm the hypochondriac in this couple. Anyway, he managed to give at least myself a memorable evening before the ball dropped. He'll be paid back kindly in blow jobs.

He told me just to wear jeans and a sweater, but underneath I wore a black garter belt, stockings with the line up the back, and a black bustier. Not to mention my "cripplers in which I still have not mastered walking.

We got settled in the room and he started unpacking his tools and toys. I laid on my stomach and watched him take each item out. Rope. Check. Clothespins. Check. Vibrators. Check. Lube. Check. Paddle-a new one. Check. Ball Gag. Check. Big fucking humongous bowie knife. WTF!

As I've mentioned before, we've included knife play in our scenes but the previous implements were not even remotely as threatening as this hunk of steel. "What the hell are you doing with a knife like that?!" Teacher is fully armed from bats to bullets, but yet he always seems to find something to freak me out. While it is not this exact knife, it is damn close. He proceeded to lay the cool blade on my chest. Oh, I knew what he had in mind. But it just looked like what it was, something to rip the guts out of some unlucky person. He proceeded to show me ways to hide it, flipped it around, and basically got me pretty scared. I didn't grow up around weaponry, so the mere sight of it gives me the heebie jeebies.

"We've played with knifes before X," he said looking me straight in the eyes.
"I know." I whimpered.

"You know you are always safe with me."
I didn't answer.

"That look you gave me doesn't seem like you're too confident in that."
"Well..." I laughed it off, but in all honestly, I can't shake the fear of that he may snap and gore the ever living shit out of me, leaving me a bloody, lifeless, carcass. Of course, that fear is half the purpose of him bringing that damn thing along with him.

Next, He showed me the newest paddle he made, which was a bit smaller, yet sturdier than the prototype he used on me last week. It is the normal paddle shape, but there all sorts of holes drilled into it.

Between seeing the knife and paddle, I was already breathless. I has been a few weeks since we've truly played hard. I felt like I was back at square one, any remnant jadedness went out the window and I returned back to what I am--sub nouveau. I must not forget it.

Bondage, oh how I love thee. I was excited to see my ropey friends and offered my hands with no struggle. As the knot was secured, I felt instantly a lot happier than I did when I had walked in the motel room door. The more and more I experience it, it becomes apparent that being restrained is my favorite type of BDSM play. I know part of it is because for so long, I have felt out of control. I've often joked that "I need to be put in a cage." Well I've never meant that literally in the past, and actually I'm not over anxious to be caged, but the ropes serve the same purpose. I like those reigns pulled in on me (unlike Linda Ronstadt.)

Teacher rolled me over onto my stomach and tied my ankles together and then rolled me back with my face up. Bliss. A leather blindfold was put over my eyes. The gag I guess got lost in the mix, but that was OK.

He started gently, kissing my face, stroking my hair, and then pulled down the bustier to reveal my breasts. Upon each exposed breasts, he yanked the nipples taut and applied a clothespin.

Teacher started flicking the pins back and forth with what I quickly learned was the big knife. Click, clack, click, clack. Each tap made my nipples sting. I was chewing my lip. My fear of the knife did not wane whatsoever, so when the chunky Bowie knife was pressed, flat side down on my ribcage I immediately gasped. He traced the knife then across my lips so I could feel the thick serrations and then slowly down tracing my throat, down across my torso, down to my pussy where he flicked my labia with the dull, but still cold edge. I tried to hold still, but I was trembling.

He positioned me across his knee and with little warm up, started spanking the shit out of me with the plastic handle of a flyswatter he once used on me, sans the long lost swatter. He's usually good about starting off slowly, but in retrospect I think it was because he felt like ass. My ass felt like it had never been spanked before and I was screeching and moaning, apparently so much so I heard a knock from the room adjacent to us. Cheap motel. Thin walls.

He moved me from his knee back on the bed. I was face down with my ass up. He then switched over to his bare hands rotating from cheek to cheek, and automatically I was chewing my arm and my pillow. I started to drift off but then the fucking goddamn room phone rang, and rang, and rang, ultimately throwing us off for a few minutes. Of course there was no one there. I was highly irritated, as I was in throes of punishment.

Getting back to business, Teacher took out that evil fucking paddle. EVIL. That piece of wood is possessed by the devil, I swear. This time he started out a bit slower, but I was yelping immediately. This tender tucas couldn't take it. I bit into the pillow, I scratched on Teacher's arm, I caught myself drooling. This thing was intensely painful. Once again I started to drift, and bang, he hit this one extra tender part that made me scream, but not for mercy. I was intent on taking my punishment, my tied feet kicking as much as possible.

The paddle was put down, and then he scratched down my ass with his fingernails. You'd think this would feel good, but it was fucking intensely painful. He doesn't have creepy long nails, but there was enough that I could feel them. Then he resumed the paddling. This time I started to drift off for real.

I don't know where I got the idea, but I just assumed that subspace was the same each time. Apparently, and I confirmed this with Teacher, it is not. So while in the past I've been very much at peace through my pain, this time I was a bit more anxious and my mind was all over the place.

Still, I was able to get into the rhythm enough that something amazing happened that had never happened to me before from being spanked. I felt like I was going to orgasm.

"I think I'm going to cum" I panted out to Teacher.

"You probably will" he said, or something akin to that. I know realize I shouldn't have said anything as that threw me off focus. I generally need to focus hard to cum, but this was the opposite so I was utterly shocked, and yet I fucking ruined it!

The spanking continued for awhile longer, along with some more scratching and then I heard the whirl of the G-spotter. He burrowed the purple toy between my now pretty hairy little pussy that was still accessible, even though my legs were tied.

Wielding the purple beast, it was no too long before I was a hot little orgasmic mess. Not being able to move my legs made it even more intense. Who knows how many times I came before I ultimately collapsed. All I know was intensely satiated.

As I said in the beginning my poor Dom was on the cusp of virus city, so the antics pretty much ended there.

Walking to the elevator later on I realized how swollen my butt was. "I'm going to have to sit on a pillow all day tomorrow!!" I declared, but I most certainly was not complaining. It was much more pleasant to wake up with a sore ass, than a hangover on New Years Day!

picture from whipped ass

(ps. i know i fucked up "nowhere" but when i changed it, it screwed up the url & many sites have linked here.bad spelling vs. bad linking. a difficult choice)

Fit To Be Tied

Teacher & I got to a late start last night due to various social engagements. So when he came over sans "case o' pain" I figured we'd just be hanging out. We laid around for a bit chit-chatting on my bed.

I was wearing a cute spaghetti strapped floral nightie and some totally not matching panties.

As much as I love lingerie, I don't own much. Being one to attach a lot of emotion to objects, I've disposed of piles of various silky negligees when I discarded or was discarded by previous boyfriends and lovers.

Somewhere along the line, our conversation waned and Teacher sat up. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and retrieved a long strand of rope. My eyes lit up.

"Put your hands out."

I did.

With my wrists bound together I instinctively became quiet. Teacher put my feet over his lap and tied my ankles together, and I just lavished in the ritual of the rope being twined 'round and 'round. Not sure why, but I closed my eyes. In retrospect I am guessing it was so I could focus. Having ADHD can be a challenge in these situations. I have to make a concerted effort to stay on task.

But, I then realized the way I was tied up, there was no way for my nightgown to come off. Focus be damned!

"Teacher, you won't be able to take of my nightgown."

"Well you know X, if this were going to be a really erotic scene, I'd normally just cut open your nightgown, but I think I can manage with it on," and he worked his way up my gown to my breasts. I thought it out for minute. I was not going to be jipped in the eroticism department, lone nightie or not.

"You can do it Teacher," I giggled, "As long as there is a box from Victoria's Secret for me in the future, this in my only nightie."

The room fell silent. Maybe I fucked up by requesting a present. After all I am the sub, I should not be bargaining. I laid on my bed straight out with my arms stretched above my head and my feet toward teacher. He removed his hand from my under my nightgown.

Click. I heard his knife pop open. My eyes were still closed but I could imagine what he was doing. I felt him hover over my body. With the tip of the knife, he outlined either side of my face with the cool blade. My breathing started to deepen. The blade traced over my lips, down my chin to my neck where Teacher laid the blade at my throat for a few minutes. I knew I could trust teacher, but there was that sick little part of me that wanted him to slip.

The knife was removed from my throat, and I was pulled up by a strap of my gown. Teacher inserted the blade under either strap and ripped them from the bodice exposing my breasts to the cool air of my drafty bedroom. Aroused, I felt nipples stiffen and the juices starting to pool inside my cunt. Teacher continued to trail down my body with his knife, pausing in between to suck on my tits. Knowing he had the knife in his hand, I did not squirm, but instead stayed stiff as possible.

As the knife approached my lower belly, I tried my damnedest not to gasp. With the tip he pried the top of my panties down, exposing just a bit of my mound to the darkness. The blade was worked underneath and the left side of my panties were shredded apart with a swift cut of the knife, and then ripped off by Teacher. I felt utterly vulnerable laying there exposed knowing he had a tool of death in his hands. As I have previously mentioned Teacher has been trained via the powers that be do much damage with much less. Anything could be an instrument of death in his grip.

I expected the knife to be laid down at this juncture, that was not the case. He pulled my left labia, the one that likes to peek out from the rest of the crowd, taut. I felt the serrations glide across my tender vaginal skin, and while this was happening I felt the muscles within my pussy begin to pulse, retract up and down like a second heartbeat. From my loose labia, the blade went back up and hovered over my clitoris which was now engorged, longing to be touched. Up and over around the hood went the knife, and then back down to pry my lips apart revealing my moist hole. While this was occurring I was no longer scared. The sick little voice that spoke to me earlier would have probably would have agreed to have the knife plunged inside of me. This, of course, and I am now glad, did not happen.

I heard Teacher lay the knife on my nightstand and then he pulled me back up to give me a kiss only a man so aroused could give. My tied ankles were pushed up over my head, and his extremely hard cock was inserted only into the entrance of my cunt. Oh he was teasing me. He knows how much I savor the initial thrust. With shallow stokes he tortured me and I kept attempting to scootch forward so he'd go further in. Finally he let me have it with one hard slam. Aghhhhh! Then he pulled out! I was rolled over to my side and with his outstretch palm he beat my ass until I only wanted more, and then stopped and once again fucked me hard with my tied hands over his head around his neck and my legs towards the sky, and my face being smothered my own breasts. He came inside me. I don't let just anyone do this. It is such a beautiful thing to feel his cock release inside me as he groans and grunts in my ears.

Teacher, not being a selfish lover, rolled me back over and using the load that was seeping down my legs as lube he massaged my clit until I was a spastic mess, unable to move my legs as I had wished and curled up into his arms.

Sated, I once again felt safe tied up next to him and as times before I longed to never be let free.

Today when I woke up, I opened my toy box and look at the ropes he had left. They were My ropes, never to touch the skin of some stupid bitch. I smiled, shut the box and went back to sleep

Under his Thumb

Teacher and I were in the midst of making out, when he held me down and put his hand around my throat. With his long digits and my small neck, only one hand was needed. It caught me entirely off guard. I gasped. As much as I adore Teacher, there still are many facets of him and his life of which I am unaware, so I was a bit frightened. He has had a very interesting life, witnessing major violence and other sordid events. You never know when a sweet dog may turn on you, right? He released his grip and resumed kissing me.

He put his hand around my throat again, and looked me right in the eye, his his face in mine.

I cowered.

"You feel vulnerable don't you X?"

"Yes" I was trembling

"Do you like feeling vulnerable?"

"Yes," I gasped. It was true. I never thought about it before, but he was right, I do like feeling vulnerable. Hell, I've made a life out of putting myself in harm's way, in dangerous situations, mingling at times with dangerous people. Living on the edge indeed.

Once again, he released his grip and showered me with kisses.
I felt safe again.

Teacher always carries a knife with him. This I know because he used it to cut some rope one day, not to mention he had told me as such. Being such a macho dude, I was not surprised in the least that he carried one. I asked to hold it. It felt heavy in my hand. I'm no knife expert, but it appeared to be a well-crafted piece, large in my girlish hand. I ran my fingers over the serrations, touching the sharp tip. Teacher showed me how you're supposed to handle a knife and hide it from your enemy. My only experience with said weapon was whittling some soap into a flower with a pocket knife in Girl Scouts.

Inquisitive, curious by nature, I inquired about knife play. He gave me a brief rundown, and demonstrated a few things to me, on my body.

"See X," he said as he ran the cool steel down my arm, "You can run a knife across someone during a scene, blindfolded, without cutting them, but it will scare the shit out of them."
We weren't playing, but the knife against my flesh still scared the fuck out of me. My Dom is a warrior, he's killed men with lesser implements. I have no reason to not trust him, but as with the choking, I was scared. Exposed.

"Look, I'm not cutting you X" he said as he ran the blade across my breasts, dipping into the valley between them, near the epicenter of life. Under the metal, laid my heart, vulnerable to not only to knives, but to the man wielding the knife.

He closed the knife, gave me a peck on the cheek, and put the knife back in his pockets, and reached for the rope on the floor. "Now give me your wrists X."
Yes, I like feeling vulnerable.

photo by ben vess