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You have no idea what rope is capable of.Aloud, I say, “Possibly more spanking.”
“Okay, we’ve done that.”
“Lots of fucking.”
She chuckles. “I figured that.”
I slide my hand beneath her sweater to rub her shoulders and upper back.
“You could give me one those foot massages,” she suggests.
“If you’ve been good.”
“What do I have to do to be good?”
“Obey, take what I dish out, and appreciate it. Simple.”
“But easier said than done. Especially by you since you’re the one in control.”
“You’d rather switch places?”
“Maybe. Though I wouldn’t know what I’d be doing.”
“Watch and learn then.”
I’m not sure why I said that, because I’m not a switch and have no intention of taking on the submissive role. The only time I’ve been on the receiving end of a flogger was when I was first learning BDSM. My instructor at the time said it was the best way to understand the experience of the sub.
“What makes submission such a turn-on is the suffering your sub is willing to go through for you,” my Mistress had said. “So you need to appreciate their pain.”
I pull Bridget back against me and reach for her crotch. I rub her through her jeans. “What kind of underwear are you wearing?”
“Cotton.”
“We’re getting you new underwear.”
“Will you stop wasting your money?”
I unbutton her jeans, pull down the zipper, and slip my hand inside. “You’re right. You’re going to go commando when you’re with me.”
She sighs as my fingers comb through her bush and brush against her flesh. In silence, I caress her as she lies against me. Her wetness starts to flow.
Grabbing her jeans and underwear, I yank them down past her hips, letting them settle just below her knees because she still has her thick boots on. She squirms as I resume fondling her. Her writhing atop me makes my cock crazy hard, and I press my hips against her. I shove my free hand up her top to grope a breast through her bra. I look down at her closed eyes, her parted lips, her furrowed brow. I know I can make her come good, but I want her to experience an orgasm so mind-shattering, she can’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else.
After working up a wet mess between her thighs, I sit her back up and peel off her sweater and top.
“Take everything off,” I instruct.
As she stands up to step out of her boots, I walk over to the cabinet and take out a cord of rope made from hemp.
I walk over to a mirror and command, “Come here.”
Once she’s in front of the mirror, I have her fold her arms behind her back and wrap the rope around her in a chest harness.
“The rope looks good on you,” I murmur into her ear.
She tilts her head to one side as she gazes at her reflection in the mirror.
Taking her by the rope, I lead her back to the sofa, bend her over the arm, and brush her hair over a shoulder and out of the way. I take a step back and admire the view. Nice rounded hips. Supple ass. My preferences definitely differ from JD’s, who likes his women thin and small.
