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He reached for the suede flogger, and then he looked at me, fiercely, and said, “And you know you need this.”
Or even being tied down in a place you shouldn’t be, like in Lucia Dixon’s “Quiet, Quiet”:
Joshua found a rhythm that went dark and velvety in my head, taking me to faraway places with his cock, with the heat that was still in my skin, with the shame that colored my face and made me shut my eyes together even more tightly.
He whispered things to me while he fucked me, told me how pretty I looked captured to the bed. Captured so simply and purely to his mother’s bed. The whole fantasy was mixed up, messed up, twisted and dirty, and it made me come, as he must have known it would. Made me come in a series of rapid bucking movements that almost drove him out of me. He held on, though; he’s a fighter, kept on going until it was his turn, until he gripped into my arms, bit my shoulder hard through the silky fabric of my dress and hissed, “Dirty girl. Such a dirty girl. Coming in my mother’s bed.”
Joshua cradled me afterward, brushed my hair out of my eyes, slid the cuffs off and rubbed the skin on my wrists. He kissed my blushing cheeks and my forehead and the tip of my nose and then whispered to me of how long he’d planned it, how much thought had gone into this tryst. How I couldn’t have avoided it if I’d wanted to.
Happily, you don’t have to follow any specific rules when you try bondage. In “Confession,” author Jenny Lyn writes:
Cuffs of thick leather or strips of fragile lace. I honestly do not care. Rough hemp rope or sticky licorice whips. The material is immaterial, sometimes. It’s not always about the marks, although I love those too. I don’t always need souvenirs. We all know what it’s really about: my acquiescence, your control. It’s about trust, yours and mine. I won’t struggle, not if I’m a good girl. Your long strong fingers wrapped around both my wrists or simply words. Doesn’t really matter to me. You could tie me down with overcooked spaghetti noodles and I’d happily obey you.
In “Clingy,” Giselle Renarde’s characters get creative:
When Jack appeared at her bedside with a box of plastic wrap in hand, Lollie laughed. “What is this? You’re going to make me a dress out of cling film?”
He tossed the covers off the bed, exposing everything, right down to the shimmering pink polish he’d put on her toenails last time he was over.
“Not a dress,” he said, tearing off a sheet of plastic. He fought with it, trying to get it to stop sticking to itself, but ultimately it was too clingy for its own good. Picking up the box again, he pulled out another sheet. This time he didn’t tear it off until he’d wrapped it four times around her ankles. Her bones knocked together, and she tried to shift her feet, but the cling film allowed little give.
She smiled at Jack as he lifted her shoulders up from the bed. With her ankles bound, she had to steady herself with her hands against the mattress. It was odd, though, how he’d cling-wrapped her legs shut. Maybe he planned to flip her over and take her from behind. Her insides tingled with anticipation. “I love being tied up, you know. It makes me feel totally at your mercy.”
“That’s because you are,” he said.
Total mercy. Oh, let’s say those words together. Total. Mercy.
Can anything be sexier than that? Why not find out for yourself.
TANTALIZING TIPS
•Bondage begins in the mind. Start with a simple command, such as “Stay.” See how that works for you and your partner before moving forward.
•See how creative you can be with household equipment such as scarves, ties, rope, climbing cables, or wallet chains. Do-it-yourself takes on a whole new thrill when referring to sex!
•Visit your favorite sex toy store to explore the wonderful world of bondage toys. From utilitarian steel cuffs to pink leopard-print, there is definitely something for every type of desire.
FICTION: BONDAGE
SILK
TERESA NOELLE ROBERTS
Dan tucked in the ends of the red silk scarf that adorned Jessie’s right wrist. “There,” Dan said. “Very ’80s rocker.”
“This one is more ’80s yuppie.” She brandished her left hand, adorned with a yellow and red paisley scarf-bracelet. The scarf had been a gift from her grandmother, something she never wore, but didn’t have the heart to give away. It had been the only other long, thin scarf she could dig up on short notice when Dan had the Idea.
Dan had lots of Ideas. It was one of his charms, along with a roguish smile, intense blue eyes, and the ability to re-create just about anything they ever tried and liked at a restaurant. He had a tight, muscular body, a clever tongue, and a fantastic cock, too, but without all the Ideas, Jessie wouldn’t have found the physical attributes nearly as interesting.
This particular Idea was simple in concept.
Jessie would wear the scarves on her wrist while they met friends for dinner.
When they got home, Dan would use those same scarves to tie her wrists to the bed.
Simple, but as it was turning out, devious and devilishly effective.
Jessie was already wet. She’d started getting excited when he’d first told her about the Idea. She’d been twitchy and shifting in her seat so her clit and pussy lips rubbed against each other once they began working out how to make the scarves look like accessories (misguided ones, but fashion wasn’t the point), and her nipples rubbed plaintively against her bra as soon as the silk touched her skin. But now she was slick, her little red panties damp and warm.
