Sometimes – not often, but sometimes – my sadistic side comes out. For me, that means a little bit of using my nails and teeth, of inflicting pain. But more often, it means tantalising and teasing, building the anticipation and doing what pleases me. And when Hylas is wrapped up and tied down, blind and unable to move as I slowly and deliberately do what the hell I like? That really gets me off!
This particular evening, I messaged him just before 5pm:
Dee: Can you please go and empty your bowels, put in a metal plug and put on latex shorts for me?
Hylas: ok Boss. Any particular metal plug?
Dee: You have until 6pm to do so. Your choice of plug and shorts. This is as specific as I’m choosing to be.
Dee: However, I would also like you to get out your rope and place it on the bed, along with one gasmask of your choice, the longest spreader bar, and safety shears
Dee: Nothing else on the bed except two towels, please
Hylas: ok Boss
Dee: *nods* Thank you pet
When I arrived, I found that he’d followed instructions well, which I definitely appreciated. So I proceeded to tie him down! Wool and leather cuffs around the ankles and wrists, spreader bar to the legs, rope to hold him firmly to the head and footboards – and then I could have some fun… with the camera.
I was definitely admiring of the results. What a shiny pet tag
I didn’t know he would pick this gasmask, but I was pleased with it – because he ensured he wouldn’t be seeing anything out of it (this particular one is modified so the eyes have lens cap covers, and looks even more creepy than the original!).
You test that rope allllll you like, my pet
What have we here? A zip! A shiny, shiny zip.
Zippers are fun to run my fingernails along – they make a great sound and and feel funky too …
*prods at the firm underside*
This is the best bit about zips, of course – they can be unzipped. Very carefully, when there are tiny hairs and (less tiny) genitalia involved – that’s why rubberwear comes with baffles!
By this point in the slow torment of teasing and photography there was some concerted muffled noise and squirming going on. So I put my camera down and unzipped a little more, and had some different, sadistic, fun
It’s amazing how much my pet can communicate, with no verbal or non-verbal options available to him!
Later I teased him using a small polka-dotted duck. My wickedness knows no bounds!