yeah, some hard stuff. you shouldn't read it if you don't like knives, and you shouldn't play with knives or fear unless you (and your partner!) really know what you're doing.
there might be a story or two on my website that i havn't posted here, too.
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despite being held up by the wrists, i suddenly have this strange fear of falling, given the way my ankles and knees are belted. i teeter in my bondage - there’s nowhere to fall to, so i guess i’m falling for you.
you slide up behind me, sturdy and warm. the toes of your boots kiss my bare heels. your arms wrap around me and steady me, and i no longer fear falling. though i know you’ll see to it that stay scared.
you nuzzle my neck, then sink in your teeth. i moan into my gag, hot and muffled, and squirm a little, but i’m neatly packaged and your arms don’t let me go far. i let out a whine as your hands trace down to my tummy, bare and tender.
you begin with a light, teasing stroke, two nails barely grazing my belly. i stiffen, bite my gag, and wriggle on my hook. but i can’t lose you - your nails keep up their slow, deliberate pattern, no matter where i squirm, how i jerk. your nails do not relent. i squeal in protest.
“impatient, baby?” i can’t see the smirk on your face, but i know it’s there. i nod, whining softly. the teasing continues, those light, constant, unbearable touches, as i continue to squirm in spite of its uselessness. “want me to just get started?” you ask. i nod again, frantic, whimpering at the teasing touches. “okay,” you say, as though you’re doing me a favor.
then you dig in. deep, hiding your fingers in the folds of my belly, your short sharp nails, clamped tight to me and wriggling under my skin, and now there’s really no escape. i scream, and i scream, and between my screams i hear you chuckling.
“tickle tickle,” you whisper, and i bite my gag. you work your fingers nice and deep, scratching at my skin with your terrible nails. you press forward from behind, pushing me up onto my toes, into those sharp, relentless fingers, and i shake my head back and forth as i shriek.
finally, suddenly, your nails pull out, and i fall back to hang on my wrists, catching my breath. your arm slides around me, encircling me, your fist on my belly, and in that fist is your knife. you can’t see how wide my eyes have gone, though like the smirk, you know they must be. the sharp, serrated edges of the blade are just inches from my belly.
then your nail grazes my side. i bite down hard on my gag, stifling a squeal, and try to keep still, as still as your knife. the nail strokes upwards, so, so slowly, and i start to shiver in spite of myself as my breath becomes sharp. you trace up my side, slow and incessant, as i struggle to keep still. that fear of falling comes back, of slipping somehow, along with the fear that your nail is headed for my armpit.
your nails slows as it grows closer and closer to my pit, slows and slows to an agonizing crawl. i clamp my eyes closed and stay as still and silent as possible, cold black fear swelling in my belly as i feel sweat roll slowly down my forehead. the closer you get to my pit the more i’m shaking until i’m trembling so much i know i’m in trouble.
then you pounce - five nails in my pit, and i shriek and jerk hard and fast in my bondage. and - the knife is gone. i exhale and you tickle me more and then let me hang, heart pounding and cheeks wet with tears i didn’t know i shed. and then, as i calm down, the knife returns to my belly, the tip first this time.
you trace the blade along the curves of my belly, slowly upwards, always so slowly. i stiffen and keep my breathing subtle. i can feel the blade graze along my skin. “what if i tickle you right now?” you whisper, and that cold, hot fear fills me again as i start to sweat.
the blade glides up my chest and along the curve of my neck to my upraised chin, and then i can’t help but moan. it takes all my strength to keep still as the blade glides down my back.
i breathe a long sigh of relief when you put the knife aside, but that’s when you pounce again, digging your nails in and working me until until my energy is gone, until i can’t even laugh into the gag anymore.
i am unhooked and lowered to the ground. you lay me on my back, the belts still wrapped around me. i grunt as you lift my legs over my head and straddle them, pinning them in place. and i shriek as you grab my big toes in one hand - your other hand is holding a hairbrush.
for an agonizingly long time the brush rubs against my bare soles, back and forth and back, incessant and terrible and totally relentless. i squeal, i scream, i struggle under you, but like always you have me just where you want me, trapped underneath you, captive, yours. the stiff hard bristles burn my soles.
you brush up towards my toes, down toward my heels, you are slow and thorough and you cover every inch. i am crying when you finally take the brush away, sobbing, tears running down to my gag. you lean down and lick the dirty sole of my foot, and i growl with desire through my tears. you laugh, keeping my legs pinned over my head for another minute while my face burns.
then you get off, lowering my legs back to the floor, and squat down to undo my gag. i look up at your gorgeous face, blurred by my tears. i blink them away so i can see the sharp beauty of your features, the enticing roughness. you lift my head and feed me some water, and i drink more quickly than i should because i want to get my lips on yours.
i push my tongue deep inside your mouth, and you suck it, then bite my lip. i howl. you look into my eyes as your hand grips my hair, and i start to tear up again, just a little. my limbs will be glad to get out of these belts but right now i never want to leave.
there might be a story or two on my website that i havn't posted here, too.
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despite being held up by the wrists, i suddenly have this strange fear of falling, given the way my ankles and knees are belted. i teeter in my bondage - there’s nowhere to fall to, so i guess i’m falling for you.
you slide up behind me, sturdy and warm. the toes of your boots kiss my bare heels. your arms wrap around me and steady me, and i no longer fear falling. though i know you’ll see to it that stay scared.
you nuzzle my neck, then sink in your teeth. i moan into my gag, hot and muffled, and squirm a little, but i’m neatly packaged and your arms don’t let me go far. i let out a whine as your hands trace down to my tummy, bare and tender.
you begin with a light, teasing stroke, two nails barely grazing my belly. i stiffen, bite my gag, and wriggle on my hook. but i can’t lose you - your nails keep up their slow, deliberate pattern, no matter where i squirm, how i jerk. your nails do not relent. i squeal in protest.
“impatient, baby?” i can’t see the smirk on your face, but i know it’s there. i nod, whining softly. the teasing continues, those light, constant, unbearable touches, as i continue to squirm in spite of its uselessness. “want me to just get started?” you ask. i nod again, frantic, whimpering at the teasing touches. “okay,” you say, as though you’re doing me a favor.
then you dig in. deep, hiding your fingers in the folds of my belly, your short sharp nails, clamped tight to me and wriggling under my skin, and now there’s really no escape. i scream, and i scream, and between my screams i hear you chuckling.
“tickle tickle,” you whisper, and i bite my gag. you work your fingers nice and deep, scratching at my skin with your terrible nails. you press forward from behind, pushing me up onto my toes, into those sharp, relentless fingers, and i shake my head back and forth as i shriek.
finally, suddenly, your nails pull out, and i fall back to hang on my wrists, catching my breath. your arm slides around me, encircling me, your fist on my belly, and in that fist is your knife. you can’t see how wide my eyes have gone, though like the smirk, you know they must be. the sharp, serrated edges of the blade are just inches from my belly.
then your nail grazes my side. i bite down hard on my gag, stifling a squeal, and try to keep still, as still as your knife. the nail strokes upwards, so, so slowly, and i start to shiver in spite of myself as my breath becomes sharp. you trace up my side, slow and incessant, as i struggle to keep still. that fear of falling comes back, of slipping somehow, along with the fear that your nail is headed for my armpit.
your nails slows as it grows closer and closer to my pit, slows and slows to an agonizing crawl. i clamp my eyes closed and stay as still and silent as possible, cold black fear swelling in my belly as i feel sweat roll slowly down my forehead. the closer you get to my pit the more i’m shaking until i’m trembling so much i know i’m in trouble.
then you pounce - five nails in my pit, and i shriek and jerk hard and fast in my bondage. and - the knife is gone. i exhale and you tickle me more and then let me hang, heart pounding and cheeks wet with tears i didn’t know i shed. and then, as i calm down, the knife returns to my belly, the tip first this time.
you trace the blade along the curves of my belly, slowly upwards, always so slowly. i stiffen and keep my breathing subtle. i can feel the blade graze along my skin. “what if i tickle you right now?” you whisper, and that cold, hot fear fills me again as i start to sweat.
the blade glides up my chest and along the curve of my neck to my upraised chin, and then i can’t help but moan. it takes all my strength to keep still as the blade glides down my back.
i breathe a long sigh of relief when you put the knife aside, but that’s when you pounce again, digging your nails in and working me until until my energy is gone, until i can’t even laugh into the gag anymore.
i am unhooked and lowered to the ground. you lay me on my back, the belts still wrapped around me. i grunt as you lift my legs over my head and straddle them, pinning them in place. and i shriek as you grab my big toes in one hand - your other hand is holding a hairbrush.
for an agonizingly long time the brush rubs against my bare soles, back and forth and back, incessant and terrible and totally relentless. i squeal, i scream, i struggle under you, but like always you have me just where you want me, trapped underneath you, captive, yours. the stiff hard bristles burn my soles.
you brush up towards my toes, down toward my heels, you are slow and thorough and you cover every inch. i am crying when you finally take the brush away, sobbing, tears running down to my gag. you lean down and lick the dirty sole of my foot, and i growl with desire through my tears. you laugh, keeping my legs pinned over my head for another minute while my face burns.
then you get off, lowering my legs back to the floor, and squat down to undo my gag. i look up at your gorgeous face, blurred by my tears. i blink them away so i can see the sharp beauty of your features, the enticing roughness. you lift my head and feed me some water, and i drink more quickly than i should because i want to get my lips on yours.
i push my tongue deep inside your mouth, and you suck it, then bite my lip. i howl. you look into my eyes as your hand grips my hair, and i start to tear up again, just a little. my limbs will be glad to get out of these belts but right now i never want to leave.
