I brought
a one hell of a girl
in to my bed
to our surprise
we both wanted this thing
to be tied up in bed.
There’s nothing better
than being stretched
having the perfect knot
keeping us in that position.
Each new love-making session
keeps getting better
tighter the rope gets pulled
the more you crave
being all bound.
The trust in this game
adds to the Dominant/submissive
thing we love playing.
With chin upturned
and eyes focused down
it’s not too hard
to see that smile of hers.
This intersection
we found ourselves in
last night
we went to this event
a rope tying event
learning how to suspend
the pleasure of wanting to play.
Watching her eyes light up
I pressed into her
taking her wrist
she immediately returns,
“Sir?”
her friends stare at her
I trace the delicate curls
framing her brilliant smile
she’s softly spun in around
I reach up and put her
on tippy-toes.
Balanced out on display
everyone can see the hours
it’s taken to create her curves.
Our public game
I’m tying the knot
letting the others watch
and it’s not the girl or the rope
that has everyone so mesmerized
it’s the time and attention
to detail making sure
there’s not a mark on her.
No one else is allowed
to tie her up,
she takes this
long sip of breath
I tie a perfect bow
and present her to the room.
The onlookers
get a close look at her
beauty on display
this public session of ours
opens a new layer of trust.
I love watching their faces
imagining what’s underneath
cupped and kept private
we’re exclusively devoted
our razor focus
is just that
something that cuts deep.
I quickly undo the ropes
excuse us from the group
only to go home
to turn on the playlist
and play our
give and take game
where she has a new title
My little Rope Bunny.
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