When in doubt, add more rope.

I have the most uncooperative boobs when it comes to boobie bondage. They’re teardrop shaped, and small, so Master spends forever tying them up… and the rope simply slides down and pops off.

Which is a shame because I LOVE boobie bondage something awful. :-(

He still tries though, yanking me around by my tit, wrapping and tying and wrapping and tying, until, finally, some hundred feet of rope later, my boobs are subdued into submission. Provided that I don’t move or breathe, that is. ;-)

Look at the ridiculous amount of rope he used. Even with all that it was falling off before we were done.

Several months ago we received a gift in the mail from Mandy and her Husband/Dom. They sent us the infamous cheesegrater paddle.

It’s sat in the closet for a long time. I was am afraid of it. It’s skeery looking. And sharp. And BIG.

And I’m a pussy. So you know, I avoided it. Actually I was avoiding everything painful there for a while, but since I (thought I) was “back” and embracing pain again, Master felt it was high time to try this paddle out.

So he did. And so.. it hurts. It (surprise surprise) grates your ass cheeks!

This is a light spanking. Nevertheless, I was complaining that he was hitting too hard!

I would like to call a truce to this mailing of the painful stuff. I will stop if you will stop. ;-)

My ass feels like it’s on fire actually. Not in that deep-tissue pain that a spanking usually brings on, but that “oh man, I feel like I just went ten rounds with a cheesegrater” way. It just burns, like a papercut. A million papercuts.

But then there was some really, really awesome fucking, and some nipple tweaking and some bullet vibing and some dirty talk and lots o’ gasms…

Good times, my friends, good times.

~cunt

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