The Rope
Author: radiogirl2009
Filed in: rope bondage, seductionI am seduced by the rope
Beautiful purple cords that bind me for Him
The silkiness on the back of my neck excites me
as I prepare myself for him.
For the rope has been in his hands
Hard, demanding, beautiful hands
Hands that have never touched my skin
but have reached inside me and touched my soul.
I begin the knots, right above my breastbone
and a feeling of calmness descends upon me
I feel focused, centered, for I know how to do this
With the second knot, below my breasts
I feel my breathing deepen
My mind focused on that bright light
that makes him the center of my universe
Third knot brings joy
my hands quickly moving now
tying the knot and running it between my legs
and pulling it snugly against my clit.
Here now... here is where i lose the woman
that does the laundry, washes the dishes
puts dinner on the table for her family.
shes gone and the woman left
is nothing but clay for her Master to mold.
I am seduced by the rope.
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