I try to keep him chained, locked up, etc.I try to keep him chained, locked up, etc., while doing this stuff to him, not because I can't control him--although I couldn't, if he were even half trying--but because I assuming he's like me. I kept my dignity largely by believing I had no control, so I was absolved of responsibility for anything that we did. "He made me do it." Maybe his mind doesn't work the same way. Whatever. So here's what I did first. Remember, this was back when I was still lurking. I had him shower; then I put ankle and wrist straps on him and locked them together. Wrists together, ankles together, naked on the bed. Candles all around, on the bedposts, on the bedside table, on the shelf, the floor even. I stretched him across the bed, hands chained loosely at the headboard, feet at the foot. I didn't think ahead: if I had I would have covered the bed with towels to avoid ruining the sheets. As it was, I had to kind of push a towel against him as I worked over him. Then I put the ball gag in. This was the scariest (and the sweetest) part. And the part that, for some reason, it disturbs me the most to tell. I wore just my black bimbo-boots with the four inch heels for this. Thought I'd give him a treat. |