Bondage Blog

From Lurid Lectures, this fun evening:

The rope starts to call me at about this point. One of the things I’ve learned about BabyGirl is that I need to tie her up so she can’t defend herself if I want to hurt her. She’s not the Sub that lies there placidly; She’s more of the cat with claws type. You can pet the pussy, but you better watch out when it gets excited. So I rolled her onto her belly and she started to whine like a puppy. She wants cock, not a spanking. Well, we don’t all get what we want, do we? At least not right away, anyhow.

I pulled her hands behind her back, forearms parallel and reached into my bag for a 6 foot rope. I grabbed a 12 footer accidentally, but didn’t want to dig around for the smaller section, so I slowly began to make wrapping turns around her little girl arms. Usually with a 6 footer, I would only make 4 wrapping turns, but since I have so much damn rope I make about 8 and also 2 finishing knots to eat up the rest of the slack. The end result looks like half a sleeve of rope on her arms instead of a little bracelet. For our drunk purposes it’s probably better since it’s harder to lose circulation when the rope is tied across such a broad area. It’ll also keep her from bruising herself since she struggles so much. It’s a nice job and although she twists and tugs immediately with her bound arms, I know she isn’t getting away.

And she doesn’t get away….