slave tate’s rope bondage session.
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I was in the mood to play with My collared slave mid-week for a change and arranged slave tate to present himself before Me this evening at 8pm.
How to torment My slave? That was the decision I had to make. Interesting how inspiration works and the moment I stepped into My dungeon with My slave waiting patiently to see what I was going to do with him, My focus immediately turned to My basket of rope. Hemp or jute? Red rope or natural coloured rope? I have recently been using My red rope quite a lot and it was time to use the natural coloured jute.
There was a new chest harness and leg tie I wanted to experiment with which would be a new experience for slave tate – having his hands tied behind his back and then made to lie on his back (and consequently his hands in the process). I could test his endurance in this position OR test his endurance before cumming. The latter was more amusingly palatable to Me *WEG*.
As I finished with the leg and ankle bindings securing them to the chest harness, I moved into position with My feet on either side of his head. My legs were clad in fully fashioned natural coloured stockings with a black seam, under a black skirt. My intention was to torment the nipples while My slave was totally bound and unable to move.
Yes, torment his nipples I did… and was expecting to do so for some time… when without warning slave tate suddenly screamed in ecstasy as he lost total control of My cock and an orgasm was unstoppable.
What an intense combination that turned out to be for My boy: tight rope bondage, nipple torment and having no direction to look at other than staring up under My skirt at My stocking clad legs. slave tate had a clear view of My gorgeous thighs encased by stocking tops and metal garters glistening in their support.
This session ended up NOT being a test of endurance by any stretch of the imagination. There is always next time *winks*.
