Bedroom Floor Bondage
Sometimes when my girlfriend is tickling me or hassling me in some minor way as we drift off to sleep, I’ll threaten to hogtie her and make her sleep on the floor. Indeed, I’ll go so far as to claim that we need a marble floor in our bedroom, so it will be properly hard and cold.
Of course, she doesn’t take me seriously, and says I’d never get any sleep from her whimpering and complaining.
When is when I turn the conversation toward her preference in ball gags. “Would you like the big soft chewy rubber one, dear? Or the small plastic ones with holes, like a Whiffle Ball? Or how about the one made from the pork-scented nylon chew toy bone for dogs?”
Just now I stumbled over a fragment of prose from one of the Gor books that reminded me of where I probably got the sleep-hogtied-on-the-floor threat:
I would allow Vika to share the great stone couch, its sleeping pelts, and silken sheets.
This was unusual, however, for normally the Gorean slave girl sleeps at the foot of her masters couch, often on a straw mat with only a thin, cotton-like blanket, woven from the soft fibers of the Rep Plant, to protect her from the cold.
If she has not pleased her Master of late, she may be, of course, as a disciplinary measure, simply chained nude to the slave ring in the bottom of the couch, sans both blanket and mat. The stones of the floor are hard and the Gorean nights are cold and it is a rare girl who, when unchained in the morning, does not seek more dutifully to serve her master. This harsh treatment, incidentally, when she is thought to deserve it, may even be inflicted on a Free Companion, in spite of the fact that she is free and usually much loved. According to the Gorean way of looking at things, a taste of the slave ring is thought to be occasionally beneficial to all women, even the exalted Free Companions.
From Priest Kings of Gor.
Elsewhere on Bondage Blog:
We were staying in a resort that had marble floors and one evening I had been winding up my husband so when we got back to the room he stripped me and used my discarded knickers to gag me. He held them in place by using my discarded tights to tie them in and used the rest of them to tie me in a hogtie. By now I was really enjoying this and when he used my bra as a blindfold I was in heaven. Then the bastard just left me on the cold floor instead of having sex with me! After 4 hours I was cold and very unfilled but when he did finally relent I was very compliant. Being tied helpless and vulnerable by you own underwear was pretty cool!