Her attire for the evening was a simple plain red dress. It was low cut down between her curvaceous breasts, the bottom of the skirt didn't even attempt to cover her bottom. Bare legs were the natural call and she simply had to be barefoot for her amazing lover. Small price to pay for having such a sexy boy.
His attire for the evening began in simplicity... he was naked. Just a dark-brown genuine leather collar with only one simple D-ring on the font, a buckle at the back. Everything they wanted, nothing they didn't need.
From there the recipe became much spicier. She knew she was going to be a little bitch tonight and fucked ever so raucously, but that did not dampen that desire she had to sometimes be so cruel to the poor boy.
The plug was first. For tonight she decided to be nostalgic, using his personal one. Not one of the many they had bought together. This was one he had bought when they spoke online and she'd order him to plug himself when she dominated him online. They didn't use it often, but she was in the mood for it tonight.
She made him kneel in a corner. At first facing the two walls, his hands on the brickwork. With his back arched so his knees and back formed a 90o angle. She slapped his cheeks. One then the other. SLAP SLAP. Hearing the delicious sound from his skin from each strike and the accompanying painful gasp. She squeezed a bottle of lube directly above his ass-crack and watched the liquid start to slide down then using her index finger started to rub it up and down and then into his rosebud. Playing about a little bit, initially to ensure libation was ensured and then just for fun as she watched his body squirm with his slutty pleasure.
She held the plug and applied a little more lude to it. Then, pressing it to his entrance she pressed against the opening. Feeling his body quiver slightly as he felt the now warm silicon and then sliding it in. He didn't resist. He didn't dare. Resistance to small plug like this had resulted with harsh and larger punishments and he had finally trained his tight ass to accept what it wanted unequivocally.
She held her palm against it once it was fully submerged within his ass. Rolling her hand in an anti-clockwise motion. Hearing him groan. He was still tight enough for them to be discomfort but there was still desire and lust in his groans.
"Lie on the ground, on your stomach, bitchboy." She commanded softly. Sitting back on her haunches as she did. "Good." She said when he had lain flat on his front, if the walls coming away from the corner started an angle then he lay in a way to make it a triangle. She got up, to her feet. Pulling her dress down unconsciously despite it making no difference, if the boy had looked up he could have seen pretty much all he wanted.
She went to one of the naughty drawers, there were several of them. Nestled in a large and antique dish cabinet. Old mahogany wood, stained dark by many vanishings. There were antique white china dishware in glass cabinets, each worth thousands. Below a line of five shallow drawers that held matters such as the finer of the cutleries and tablecloths and napkins. A deeper five were below and these were the chambers of the naughty items... for the living room anyway.
The first on the left held the rope. And it was rope she wanted. Many, many coils sat facing her as she opened the drawer. All were the same length (the specialised different length cuts remained in the playroom mainly); which was no matter. They were all perfect.
She took several pairs in her left hand. She didn't even count, just reached in and lifted them and brought them with her. If she had too many then she had more ideas. Never such a thing as too much rope.
She knelt down beside her prostrate lover. He had his head to his side, facing the room so he could see her. Which was no problem, she hadn't said otherwise. His arms were by his side, there was a slight gap between his feet; which wasn't normal for him, but then his cock was still a raging inferno underneath him so he'd probably unconsciously eased a fraction to the side. Good, still meant his weight was pressing his dick into the carpet instead of cutting off the blood supply.
She took the first coil. He always clipped the rope after coiling, which was fun as it meant the rope looked neat before being used and she loved making him crawl about picking them up the next day. "Hands behind your back, please." She said. Her emotions were mixed, she was about to become a playtoy to two women but here she was tying up her submissive lover. His hard cock just underneath him. Why hadn't she just played with it; he wouldn't tell. He wouldn't be able to.
She started on his wrists, doubling the rope over in half placing it underneath his offered wrists then sliding the two ends of the chord inside the loop the half had made. Then she began to wind them around and around his wrists. His hands were balled, inside of his fist to inside of his fist. She cinched off the knot. Tugging on it. Then tugging on it again mockingly as she giggled loudly at his expense. He gasped, offered a token tug himself of his bondage but to no avail.
His ankles were next. The same fold in half and feed the tips through the hole once more and tied ankle to ankle. She couldn't help it: she started to tickle his soles. He giggled and squirmed and swayed and laughed and started to buckle. He was too ticklish. It was fun. But no time.
She had miscounted, just one chord of rope left. She had wanted one for his body and one for his groin but she'd only picked up three strips. Next time. The third was to complete the hogtie. Bringing his feet and up as she bound the ankles to the wrists. Not too taught, he was stuck in that position but it didn't lift his shoulders and hips. He would be in this position for a long time tonight and she didn't require a safe word being used whilst she was deep in pleasure. She wouldn't know a safe code being used if she was herself being used.
