Rope Bondage For Birthday Caning

Nice description of being tied down from Designing Intimacy:

I watched Jefferson silently as he moved to the side of the room where he had previously laid out different lengths of rope. He picked up different pieces, finding the ones that would suit his needs. He pulled my one ankle down and to the corner of the bed. I breathed calmly as I felt him knot the rope around my limb and attach it to the corner of the bed. It was a little on the tight side, but I bit my tongue to keep from complaining.

My pussy dampened and my stomach fluttered with nerves as he tied down my other ankle.

My hair was loose that night, and kept falling in my face. I did my best to tuck it behind my ears before Jefferson got to my wrists. I watched Jefferson tie a length of rope around my wrist, winding it around and tucking the end through and knotting it tightly. It was different than how he usually ties. It was calculated and done like he knew what he was doing. He’d learned something!

He pulled my arm up toward the corner. I moved with his jerking, my body centering on the bed. My body relaxed further as he finished binding my last free limb to the bed. But I was still nervous.

At least he can’t torture my nipples, I thought to myself as I laid there, face down and spread eagle.

It felt like I was there for an eternity before I felt the first strike of his hand on my ass. I moaned and squirmed as he brought his palm down hard against my flesh. It stung. That, and his words from before still reverberated in my head. I fought my mind to let me slip under, into subspace.

Jefferson grabbed a paddle and started slapping my ass….

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