This question has become almost a formula with us.This question has become almost a formula with us. No matter how nervous I am about what he's doing to me, I'm not supposed to ask it, and I always do anyway, and his response is always disciplinary. This time, it was adhesive tape over my mouth. Securely over my mouth. I tried to open my lips after a while, and couldn't. I watched while he cut little ovals of tape and put them over my eyes, one at a time, taping them shut. He was thoughtful enough to protect my eye- lashes from the tape with a bit of kleenex, but my eyes were taped securely shut. Then he reapplied the makeup job on the outside of the tape (I figured this out later as I was taking it off and cleaning up): Cupid-bow lips, big baby-doll eyes with false lashes, the whole nine yards. He put cotton in my ears, held in with beeswax. I had only two operating senses: touch and smell. He put a drop of sandalwood oil on each shoulder and somewhere on the tape on my face, and for the next few hours, that was all I could smell. When he unhooked me from the ceiling, I was completely disorient- ed, and would have fallen if he hadn't supported me. I felt very odd. He put me on the bed with my wrists strapped together and held over my head at the headboard. I could have gotten the tape off my face if he weren't watching, but he had too much of an advantage. When I tried to reach my face with my hands, he pulled my ankles until my arms were extended above my head again. Then he made love to me. I turned my face blindly from side to side, trying to figure out what he was going to do next, but he kept surprising me. During the foreplay he used partly-melted ice cubes, feathers, clothespins, a snap with a leather shoelace here and there (I know it doesn't qualify as a whip with you hardcore ASBers, but it was the first time for me for all of this stuff, and it hurt--mostly because I didn't know what it was and from the surprise of not knowing what was coming next, or when). |