Something to Think About....(erotica)

You have me all dressed up in the black kimono that you bought me.

You love making the ropes so tight on me. You like to hear them creak when you pull them, cutting into the cloth, pressing into me so cruelly. You get that lovely and evil grin when you hear me moan as every knot is tied. You savor my whimpers as you push and pull on the ropes, both of us knowing that the aches will soon start and the sighing and moaning will never stop until you let me go...if you ever let me go...if I even want you to let me go.

My small, pink tongue lightly licks at my lips. The gag...the ever delicious gag you will fill my tiny mouth with. But you just shake your head at me. You tell me that I don't get the gag because I don't deserve it...I've been bad...

So, it will be a punishment tonight. But you have me all dressed up, all bound up so tight...the punishment won't be about destroying me...just to tease me...to work me up...to make me beg you with my eyes, small lips slightly parted, breathing heavily, almost panting...you won't let me speak, to beg you for the gag I want, the pleasures you can give me, that I crave...

You caress my face with the crop, feeling the leather glide over my cheeks, whispering against my skin...wanting you to strike my face, to feel the sting...knowing that I will soon feel it...everywhere...small stings making me jerk against the ropes...sharp strikes that make me wordlessly cry out...whimper...the tears welling up in my eyes...at that point you don't even need me to speak...

You'll simply let my body feel tight inside, against the ropes, skin tingling with the blows...getting so, so, so wet...and then...you'll just leave....

And I have to lay here and cry softly until you decide to let me have the pleasure....

Karada Tie

So today was wear your karada tie to work day.

I took red rope and did a very simple karada tie to wear under my work clothes see the picture below.

I work as a line cook so my uniform was pretty standard. Khakis, black polo, black cap, white tennis shoes. Also wore white socks (for you sock people out there), and had on just regular panties and bra. I put the rope on over the bra and panties. I was going to be working so, I needed *some* comfort!

The bus ride was okay, but for awhile there I felt like everyone could tell I had snug tie going on. Liek I felt like I moved a little bit differently and somehow, as a result, every knew I was being a pervert. The didn't but it felt a little bit exciting. I briefly thought about those chikan movies where the girl is found out and molested...nice little thought there....

At work, I was pretty okay for the most part. The rope felt snug and comforting and I actually enjoyed the feel of the rope on me. And, of course, if I moved just the right way, the crotch rope gave me some additional...fun.

Around 7pm I excused myself to the bathroom. Once there, I pulled down my pants to my ankles and lifted up my polo. Then, I used my blue bandana to gag myself with a quick cleave gag. I pretended that I was being molested in the bathroom by another girl, helpless to fend off her advances. I pulled on the crotch rope some and grinded on it while sitting on the toilet. I got a little carried away. Didn't cum , but spent a little bit longer in there playing than I had intended.

Now, I'm home and really horny. I think it's time for hand cuffs, ankle cuffs and an extremely tight ballgag...in addition to my hitachi.

And as always, the door is unlocked...

(I took this picture this morning before going to work later that evening of the rope for the tie and the gag)