Speculating About Bondage
In which Amber speculates about the advantages of a bit of bondage mixed with her spankings:
When he comes back, we will be trying some handcuffs and the door-jam-what-ya-call-em – I think that a woman thus restrained will be provide for a more efficient punishment administration – no sliding onto the floor in agony and hence having to be directed back up into the position by the hair (an O-ring on the collar would be useful for that), although the same is often accomplished by a tender rub on the cheek and the gentle “get up”; no turning around after an especially hard stroke; the unlimited access to breast strapping and those exquisite caresses only he can deliver (nipples getting caught between the tails of the tawse as it brushes over the bare flesh is way hot).
And, of course, the full control of the pool of wetness between my legs. He could even blindfold me with a scarf if he felt like it and then play with ice – which is something he likes to do especially when I am blindfolded because otherwise I don’t let him – come on, we didn’t have ice in our drinks in the Soviet Union and moreover I grew up in the desert. Somehow I am afraid this is exactly what he’s gonna do.
An unexpected handful of snow applied to a warm place can be fun too.
Not a bad idea, SB. There’s lots of snow out there right now, too. Although all it makes me think of is brewing a snow beer with it.
Hey, we did it, that was super hot. Never been penetrated from behind while my wrists are attached to something above my head before. That’s after a pretty serious encounter with the crop and the cane and someone’s Gorean whip, all while chained up. Can’t believe we didn’t try handcuffs before – best thing in the world, after the cane, of course. I can think of so many ways to get tied up. You can expect an outpour of happily-restrained-girl posts.