Staked Out

He’d teased me with the idea for months. How he would stake me out in the bush where potentially anyone could walk past. My entire world reduced to skin and grass and trees and sky, rope and tent pegs and wicked toys.

How I would be roped in place, unable to move at all while he tormented me and eventually – maybe – brought me to orgasm.

He had a tendency to remind me of this idea whenever we were out at lunch. My knickers would get wet and my thighs would clench as he whispered in my ear what he would do to me. How I wouldn’t shout because of the gag in my mouth. How the blindfold would not only stop me getting sun-strike, but would prevent me knowing if he was working on me alone or if he had some assistance.

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Guest post: A Spa Bath Like Never Before!

This is a guest posting by Kinky Kiana. Be sure to comment and let her know what you think!

Originally, Fox and I had planned on doing some roleplay on our night up north. But it needed a certain headspace that I wasn’t in. So we decided to try something else that had piqued his interest – water bondage.

We were delighted when we saw the spa bath – it was certainly made for at least two! After a relaxing bath in the traditional sense, we pulled out the rope. I taught him a very basic tie that he could use. Then it was back to the bathroom to refill the tub.

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Dot com

I’m a dot com! Well, you’re here on the site (unless you’re on an RSS reader), so you probably know that already.

Adonis has long been a fan of scratching things into my flesh (if not outright cutting them into it), so recently he took the opportunity to ensure I have no chance of forgetting what my site address is…

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Delurking

Last week I held my second general amnesty, asking folks to delurk and say hello. Well, seventeen people got up the courage to comment and share a bit about themselves! As a thank you, each of them (and you, dear readers) get a never-before-posted image.

Are you ready for a lot of photos? Here we go!

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Rope of Love

When they tied me in ropes of slender steel; mercilessly cupping my hands in an airtight embrace,

I felt submerged by disparaging despair in the beginning; although after a while

I used my ingenuity and managed to wriggle out completely free from my bondage.

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Nippleage

I really like getting tied up. I also like getting tied down. In fact, show me some rope and I pretty much want it wrapped around me, in some configuration or other!

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Blue lagoon

I love having colourful knickers. Black knickers are great for going under black trousers – or looking extra-saucy – and white lacy froth is delightful under gauzy summer dresses. But colourful knickers are my favourites. When I pull open my underwear drawer each day the colours spill out, and it makes me smile every time.

Purple, hot pink, light blue, turquoise (why do I have no red? Hmm). This pair was my most recent underwear purchase, and while it’s been a few months they are still in high rotation! I’ve HNT’ed them once before – it’s fascinating the difference light can make to the colour.

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Connections

This time of year, as the silly season approaches, I think about my family. The family that’s no longer present, and family I’m obliged to see.

Most of my close family is gone. Both parents, three grandparents. My only brother is terminally ill. When he’s gone, it’ll be down to my grandmother, my niece, and a whole mess of extended family.

I make a choice to not see (as much as possible) most of my extended family. Many of them were perplexed at the choice Apollo and I made to be civilly unioned, rather than married. They don’t understand why we never want children. And they’d be appalled – and would likely pray for my soul – if they knew of my pansexuality, polyamory, and kinkiness. Some few cousins (and one uncle) have been told. The rest I don’t care to share it with.

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Entangled

So many things tie us to this world we live in, and to the people in it. Some are ties of gossamer, some are string, some rope, and some unbreakable chain.

Many ties can be removed, with time and patience, the links severed and the connection lost. Others, though, are deliberately strengthened, tested, and made hard and fast.

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Cupcake

I do love being tied up. So when I was invited to a Shibari party a few weeks ago, to mess about with rope and try out different ties, I was all for it!

What’s the difference between a Shibari party and a play party? Well, for starters, a car full of subs driving over there chanting “Rope! Rope! Rope!” generally doesn’t occur for your standard play party. Additionally, the focus was more on experimentation and practice than on doing scenes or ‘playing’. So it was a relaxed atmosphere, with a fire that warmed the whole house (the better to get us undressed quickly), and some nice wine and nibbles as well.

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About Dee

Exhibitionist with words, skin and sex. Free with kisses, compliments, and friendship. Open with heart, passion, and laughter.
Labels I choose for myself: pansexual, polyamorous, fat, kinky, New Zealander, writer.
You can keep my partners and close friends not-mixed-up by reading more about them here.
I write fortnightly for GLBTI magazine Express, for whom I am also the sub-editor. I also write upon occasion for other publications!
If you want to get in touch, send me an email: curvaceous.dee@gmail.com.