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“Right then, Little one, do you know why I like rope?”
“No, Daddy,” they replied. “Why do you like rope?”
“I like rope because for the duration of the scene, you’re lending your body to me. I get to explore and see what happens when I bend you one way or move you another. Now, what are your physical limitations? How long ago was your top surgery?”
“About two years ago,” they said. “So most of the immediate side effects have worn off by now, but I’d prefer not to be suspended with lots of pressure on my arms for too long.”
“That makes sense. Are you okay with rope across your scars?”
Mossie nodded, “Yeah, that’s absolutely fine. Rope across my chest feels a little bit like a chest binder, and though I’m glad I don’t have to wear them anymore, sometimes it can feel comforting.”
“And yes or no to sexual play?”
They dipped their head as they smiled. “Yes please; forced orgasms whilst I’m tied up is heaven.”
He leaned forward and started undoing the buttons on their shirt. “Excellent. Anything else?”
“I like my feet being tightly bound; it’s weird, I hate impact play on my feet, but that feels particularly anchoring.”
When he’d discarded their shirt, they’d started on the buttons to their trousers, so he could slip those off also, tapping their hands so that he could do it himself.
Daniel slipped behind them then, and braced their body with his own, moving slowly until they began to follow his movements. Leaning back, they gave over control of their movements, and let him move their arms, sprawling them open and then pulling them back in. It was almost drugging, slowing Mossie’s thought processes down until all they could focus on was the feel of Daniel’s hands, his breath against their cheek, his chest hair brushing against their back.
Taking their wrist, with some deft movements, he tied a column tie, tugging until it was secure, and then used it to puppet their arm about. Mossie giggled, even that sound sending them deeper. And then when he pulled their arm tight around their body, using it to anchor the winding rope as it snaked around them, pulling tighter and tighter until they were caught in its coils.
That was when their head emptied of everything that wasn’t rope and Daddy and “Daddy,” Mossie breathed out.
“Yes, Little one?” His breath was hot against their ear and they almost moaned at the feel of it.
“You’ve got me?”
“I’ve got you, Little one. Float away; I’ll bring you back at the end.”
Rope bit into their skin and they leaned into it, gasping out “more” when the pressure wasn’t enough, and “please” when his eyes said that demands should be rephrased as requests. But most of the time they didn’t have to say anything at all, joy waterfalling out as laughter over and over again. The slightest touch of his hand had them yearning for more.
“Hey there Little one,” his hand brushed their hair away from their face, and his fingers lingered against their skin. “What do you need? Is it this?” and he ran his fingers across their chest, avoiding their nipples.
“Fuck, please,Daddy.”
The touch of his hand against their nipples, tugging and teasing and pulling had them swearing, and trying to move away but he’d tied them just so and they couldn’t go anywhere.
“Where you at? Traffic lights?”
“Oh this is so so green,” they bit out. “So stop fucking teasing me already.”
He laughed then, and leaned forward to kiss their neck, his teeth kissing their skin, marking it in a way that made them actually moan this time. “You seemed to be enjoying my teasing before.”
“I do. I just want more.”
“more? More? Youaregreedy, aren’t you Little one. Well how about we sate that appetite for you.”
He pushed Mossie forward until they were on their side, and he was able to wrap the second length of rope about their foot, the pressure intensifying until it was so tight that they could have sworn that even twitching their littlest toe would be difficult.
It was fucking perfect.
A column tie around one ankle and then snaking up their thighs, knees bound and tied into the chest harness until they could no longer lower their legs.
He sat up then, and looked down at them. “How does it feel, being all tied up for me?”
