Afternoon's reverie: bondage, bathing feet, and more (E)

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My Goddess was having a much-needed afternoon nap, and I was busy catching up on some domestic duties around the house. I was wearing the heavy locking rubber collar, and it was locked to a very long steel cable leash that my Goddess could tug on if she woke up and needed anything from me. We had enjoyed our “Coffee & Clamps!” ritual that morning, traditional on non-work days, and I could still feel soreness in my nipples hours later. As I slaved at the kitchen sink hand-washing dishes (pun intended), I had a moment of daydreaming that took me back to the previous weekend, to a delightful scene my Goddess created for the two of us.

In the early evening, Goddess had made good with the bondage threats from earlier that day, requesting the locking leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Upon me bringing them to her, she made quick work of wrapping them around my limbs and locking them in place. She used 3” clips to bind my wrists together, and then did the same to my ankles. In addition to whatever else was to take place, she was going to be entertained by watching me struggle through the rest of the evening fetching her things awkwardly with my hands and ankles bound, and making lots of jingly noises as the now five locks (I had been wearing the locking rubber collar all day) would swing and chime on my every movement.

Shortly after locking me in the restraints, my Goddess demanded a foot bath and some balm for her feet right then and there. At the time, I was still sitting on the floor at her feet in the living room. I got up, and made my way to the bathroom with quick, short jingly steps to retrieve some eucalyptus-spearmint liquid bath soap, her favorite foot balm, a face cloth, and a towel. In a second stage, I improvised a bowl to serve as a foot bath, and I filled it with warm water.

Back sitting on the floor before her, I took each foot and gently scrubbed it with the washcloth. The unmistakable smell of the eucalyptus infused water gave this tender scene a very sensual tone. The combination of one of our favorite smells permeating the air, me on the floor washing, rinsing, and drying my Goddess’ feet while she was sitting comfortably higher up, and the bondage restraints, all created powerful mental images and memories that the afternoon’s reverie gravitated back to.

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After drying her feet, I massaged and kneaded them with a plum-based balm. Once the lotion was fully absorbed into her feet, she told me to get her some light socks, and after the jingly trip to the bedroom and back, I placed them over her feet.

Seemingly satisfied with my care of her feet, Goddess Selena reminded me that I still owed her 71 strokes from a recent loss I suffered at her hands in our version of kinky-Scrabble. So she ordered me on all-fours, grabbed a recently purchased leather-slapper, and went to work on my back side. For 71 strokes. Yes, I counted them. She always expects me to count them, and she checks with me every 10 strokes or so.

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While I got the feeling she enjoyed the paddling she dished out, she was somewhat disappointed that the leather slapper failed to leave impressions of the little stars that are cut-out of one side of it. Perhaps she’ll need more strokes the next time, or go harder, or we’ll have to get a wooden paddle with those shapes cut-out, in order for her to get the joy of little stars marking my backside.

I spent the rest of the evening at my Goddess’ feet, all cuffs still locked on and clipped, getting up occasionally when she needed a drink or a snack while we watched television, and holding the ashtray when she needed to smoke. Of course, whenever I fetched anything for her, she enjoyed my awkward struggle holding things with my wrists bound, my short-quick steps with my ankles bound, and all the noise my many swinging locks produced.

When it came time to go to bed, my Goddess left me restrained in the same way I had spent the evening, and she had me sleep nearly perpendicular to her so she could place her legs over my legs and back, using me as a body-pillow. She tends to sleep very deeply, and very well, that way.

As I woke up in the morning, I felt the locked cuffs restraining me before I had even opened my eyes. I remembered the delightful time we had the evening before, and I remained subspacey the rest of the morning.

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Restraint... without restraints (E)

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It was a few nights ago. I woke up briefly in the middle of the night, a BDSM scene vividly fresh in my mind from the dream that was interrupted. My reality was sleeping on my right side, at a slight angle relative to my Goddess, with her right leg over my thighs, the left one over my waist, and my left arm across her torso, held tight at the wrist and forearm by her hands.

I was restrained... virtually bound immobile by her limbs. I had woken up because of the slight discomfort (how long had I been in this position?), but being trapped in such a manner was so erotically charged in a D/s kind of way that I didn't want to move. And I didn't want to risk waking up my Goddess.

I felt the weight of her legs pinning me down. I felt the tension one of her hands and the weight of her left arm exerted in keeping the tension in my arm. The D/s sensuality of the immobility gave way, after deciding to try to fall back to sleep without moving, to a deep sense of surrender. And then subspace. Have you ever fallen asleep drifting into subspace? It's a very deep, very submissive, very peaceful sinking into sleep.

Sleep was overtaking me again. In those brief twilight moments, I had flashbacks to one of the last times my Goddess had me bound and stretched in a large closet that served as a small makeshift dungeon. Blindfolded, wrists bound to the upper clothes rack, ankles bound together, my ankles and knees bearing my weight. She left me there, waiting in the dark, for her return from taking a shower. She would later open the door and check on me briefly to make sure I was OK. After a pull on the nipple clamps, a delicate kiss on the lips, and a teasing warning not to go anywhere, she closed the door again, and once more left me in isolation while she was off to do her make-up.

I drifted into sleep for perhaps a few seconds or few minutes, but peeked into consciousness again just long enough to have brief remembrances of scenes when I dozed off while my Goddess had left me in a hogtie for an extended period of time. Again taken back to one of those falling asleep while bound and disoriented in subspace moments. I can't describe it. Some of those overwhelmingly powerful feelings and emotions that make such an impact on us that we try to recapture, re-experience, re-feel, re-live them again and again.

The discomfort passed. I fell asleep for good. I was woken up only several hours later by my alarm. Neither one of us had moved.

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She wants me home when she wakes up (E)

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So... I had a few errands to run this morning. Since I always wake up quite a bit earlier than my Goddess, the idea was that I would be out of the house and back before she got up. Wearing the locked leather collar would not be an issue this early in the morning in this wet and cold weather.

Two things changed the plans. The first are the bound hands. Last night, before going to sleep, my Goddess asked for some rope, and bound my wrists with a simple 7-coil column tie for the night. The tie was constraining and inescapable, with just enough room to allow for some movement during sleep and to never cut off circulation. Once my wrists were tied, she ordered me into one of her favorite sleeping positions. I was to be on my side facing her, and place my thighs under her knees as she lay on her back. Then, she grabbed the area of rope between my wrists, pulled it over to her chest, and gently fell asleep.

The previous evening, I was placed in a very similar situation but with metal handcuffs instead of rope. Much earlier in the evening, right after dinner, my Goddess had asked for the handcuffs so that I would be bound during our TV watching. She also took the opportunity to use me as furniture. I sat in the corner of the sofa, she lay back against me, and she had me loop my arms around her, so that I had no choice but to hold her and hug her throughout our time watching television. For as long as she wanted. The only interruptions came when she wanted to smoke, at which point I moved to the floor at her feet and held the ashtray. And my Goddess left the handcuffs on for the night's sleep.

This morning, she woke up briefly as I was going to get out of bed. I thought that she would remove the rope keeping my wrists bound, but she told me that we would catch up on errands later. She wanted me here, at home, when she woke up. With that, she fell back to sleep, and I quietly walked away from the bedroom.

So here I am at home, prisoner of my Goddess' love and dominance. My long house leash is attached to my locked leather collar (so that she can tug and pull me in if she needs anything), with my ever-present Eternity Collar below/under, my wrists are tied in a beautiful column tie, and I am catching up to our blog... slowly. The tightness of the column tie only allows me to type with one hand. You probably have no idea how challenging it is to select text for cut-and-paste into Word for final spell-checking (I find Blogger's annoying), or for hyperlinking with just one hand, unless you've been placed in that predicament. Just opening the laptop was a bit of a challenge (fingers only on one side until I could open the laptop far enough to wedge my left elbow to leverage the top and bottom open.)

I will try to do more productive things around the house, but the range of things I can do is rather limited. Even taking down my underwear and pulling them back on after using the toilet is a mini-ordeal. Try pulling up the back of your underwear with only 1-1.25" between your wrists. Hand-washing dishes is impossible.

I went to wake up my Goddess at her appointed cut-off time, but she decided to sleep-in a little longer, so I ended up another hour in partial bondage. It gave me time to nearly finish this post.

Once my Goddess did get up for our morning ritual, I let her know that I would be unable to present her with her coffee with the nipple clamps (as is the routine) while my wrists were still bound. She looked at me with a wonderfully dominant grin, and decided that was alright. "I'm enjoying my rope" she told me playfully.

I love being in bondage for my Goddess' enjoyment. I love being in her control. I love being her play toy. Of course, part of it is about how it fulfills my need for submission, for my submission to her, for her attention, for my Goddess to express and display her dominance toward me. But even more, I love to make her smile. I love to make her feel that I belong to her. I love to make her feel sexy. I love to give her the opportunity to express and display her dominance. I love to make her feel that I am totally devoted to her. I love to make her feel that I would do anything for her, and do it with all my heart. And this is why we so enjoy anything we do together.

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PS: If you try the overnight wrist bondage with a column tie, make sure there is sufficient room once you secure the knot in order make sure that it will not cut-off circulation even as the arm positions change during sleep. More coils gives you more flexibility while keeping the tie secure. And if you try going overnight with handcuffs, make sure they have a locking mechanism, otherwise pressure on them may inadvertendly click them too tight, which may affect circulation. Play hard but play safe...

Bound to sleep (E)

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On all but three nights over nearly the past two weeks, my Goddess has made sure that I go to bed when she does, at which time she has tied my wrists to the headboard of the bed. That way I'm available to her if she feels like causing a little pain. Or if she wants to cuddle. Or if she just wants to fall asleep with her head against my chest. And then I remain next to her through the night.

Or until she decides to release me sometime before the morning comes around...

The new routine (ritual?) also prevents me from getting distracted with work, the internet, TV, or anything else that might keep me away from her. While I'm usually pretty focused on my Goddess most of the time, this has definitely brought about a certain level of behavior modification in terms of my habits and my schedule around her needs.

I think my Goddess is seriously enjoying this new additional step in control over her toy. I love that even after these years together, she keeps wanting to extend and expand her dominance, she wants to keep me ever closer, ever more under her control. This new ritual further reinforces, and adds to, our respective senses of ownership and belonging, and our daily D/s dynamics, and I can't adequately express how extraordinarily close this brings us together and keeps us together.

She's just the awesomest...

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Sleeping in bondage: a technical guide (E)

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One of our favorite bloggers, Ferns, dropped by to leave a comment related to sleeping in bondage on our last post. First off, if you've never read her blog, run, don't walk, to Dommes Chronicles. Her writing translates a passion, a sense of urgency, and a feeling of hunger that is simply exceptional. One of the D/s best blogs out there.

She commented on the difficulties and the challenges of sleeping with a submissive in bondage. Despite the advantages and the D/s eroticism of it, it doesn't quite work for her. It wasn't the first time that someone had issues with the actual logistics of sleeping next to someone in bondage, so I thought I would share the technicalities of our two favorite positions when my Goddess decides that I will spend the night in bondage.

I have the advantage of being a fair bit taller than my Goddess, so in the first position, we've found this spooning position where she's inside me, I have my bottom arm under her neck and around her upper chest, and she pulls my top arm under her breast. She snuggles against me inside of my bound wrists. It helps to have a clip of at least 3", providing with the D-rings of the cuffs about 5" or so of spare room between the wrist cuffs. A clip in the 4.5" range, or even better, the use of a chain of a similar length, may allow for a even more comfortable position.

My top hand reaches almost around her lower breast, the hand from the lower arm reaches up to fit against her higher biceps, and the clip/link/chain normally crosses back across and in-between her breasts. My ankles are bound/clipped together, but unattached to anything, and this allows them to help with the spooning

Because of our difference in size/height, I can have my arms at that height on her torso, and still have her backside fit in perfectly into my hips. Most of the time, I can go all night like this, but depending on her head position, my bottom arm may go numb after a few hours, and we may have to change position.

I can see definitely see a problem with partners that are closer in height in this position, though.

In the second position, my Goddess will tie my hands to the headboard of the bed (individually, or bind my wrists together, and then tie them to the headboard), and tie my ankles (bound together, or not, or with a spreader bar) to the foot of the bed. Then she will lay down 3/4 on me, with her head on my chest, her top arm across my chest, and her top thigh coming across my hips. I can usually go the whole night in this position, unless I have a desperate urge to pee after a few hours, or if the arm position is a little too strict. Of course, this also gives her the opportunity, as she is often in the mood in the middle of the night, to bite one nipple and torture the other one with her nails.

These are the two positions that we have been quite successful with for overnight bondage. Totally hot, and totally subspace inducing for me.

Depending on body sizes, shapes, weight, and flexibility, mileage may vary...

Time for a night in bondage (E)

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I knew my Goddess was in a mood from texts she sent me during the day. My Goddess also knew that I was a little short on sleep from the previous two nights, so that she wanted to make sure that I would get more sleep this upcoming night, and that it would be deep, relaxing sleep.

So it wasn't too much of a surprise when we were relaxing that evening that my Goddess gave me a familiar warning and order... "get ready for bed, and make sure you don't have to get up over the course of the night".

As soon as I could get myself ready, I layed down on the bed next to my Goddess, and promptly she tied my hands to the headboard of the bed. Already the stress of the day was quickly forgotten, and I started slipping into subspace as I knew I would spend the night in bondage next to her. Within a few seconds, she put heavy leather cuffs on my feet, and clipped them together, further restraining my movements, leaving me available to her as her toy, pillow, or anything else she desired.

Covering me halfway with the sheets and blanket, my Goddess got me all ready for our night together. But it was not to happen without a little enjoyment for her. She mounted me and sat on my stomach, and then proceeded to have a little fun with some NT. While not as relaxing for the body, my mind was taken further away from the worries of this world as I fell under the cover of subspace, and of her dominance.

My Goddess started alternating between the NT and some CBT, enjoying under her my movements and gyrations. Her nails dug deeply into me, wherever her mood brought her hands, and she enjoyed inflicting pain in different areas until the sounds I made were in rythmn with her movements and the waves of intensity she was creating.

She squeezed, and scratched, and pinched, and dug her nails into my nipples and into my C & B, building a crescendo with my reactions, getting from me the sweet sounds and facial expressions she wanted so much. And she never stopped until I got to the point she was waiting for... the whimper. As usual, it was totally unintentional and out of my control, and I think that's a big part of why she enjoys bringing my to the point of the whimper so much.

Her job was done, she was satisfied with both her enjoyment of the expression of her dominance over me and the mental state I had reached, and she moved off my chest. While I laid in bed deep in subspace, lost in the lasting sensations and mindset of her play and her dominance, she got herself ready for sleep. A minute or two later, she joined me in bed, checked my bondage one last time, laid down next to me with her head on my chest, and very peacefully we both fell asleep.

Time together, release, and bondage (E)

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Another night in bondage (E)

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A night in bondage (E)

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