so-much-to-play-with: “Save me, Master…” Those words…We’d started our second ropes session of the ni
so-much-to-play-with: “Save me, Master…” Those words…We’d started our second ropes session of the night. The first had already been rough, sending her out completely for a moment, but I knew she was in withdrawal, so stopping would have disappointed her, as it had been a training one. The second wasn’t.A strappado blocked her arms in her back and a harness across her back and legs prevented her from straightening. Lifting her by the knot between her thighs forced her back to bend harshly. Yet it was just the beginning. Twisting her shoulders up, I pulled and suspended her by the wrists. The torsion was spectacular. More. I pulled her lower leg backward and connected it to a rope around her face.She was broken. After the first rope space she faced previously, I knew she wasn’t fully aware already, and I also was running high on adre rush, when I heard her whisper “Save me, Master…” My mind flared. Even though I was her aggressor, she still saw me as her rescuer. I released her neck and saw her drift slowly as I granted her some clemency. But it was far from over.I wanted to save her again. -- source link