Demons (F/self and M/F)
Posted: Thu Aug 15, 2019 9:29 pm
"Demons are a girl's best friend" rang through my speakers. Yeah, I can certainly agree to this song line. Tonight I will let my inner demon reign over me again, I jokingly think. Everything is prepared, my flat mate at her parents far away, mobile turned off, doors locked and shades closed. It is time to begin with my ritual. The music gets turned off.
I light the black and red candle pillars that are scattered around the room and turn off the electrical light. The dancing flames are intriguing and heart-warming. I pour hot water in a flat bowl with orange peels and cloves for a comforting smell. My knees get weak, my muscle memory dictates what comes next. The submissive force in me pulls my legs down until I kneel in the middle of the room. I start meditating. My muscles relax until my body floats in time and space. The pain in my knees is noticeable but I grave that. Pain makes me feel. Alive.
I shed my clothes, except for the black under-bust corset and lace and silken black stockings. To make up for the lost clothes, I put on my black leather cuffs with the purple padding around my wrists and ankles. I shiver. How can it be that I am totally free yet already enjoy being pseudo-restricted by the cuffs? After adding the matching collar this feeling gets even stronger.
I tie the D-rings of the ankle cuffs together and put a combination padlock for the wrist cuffs next to me. I lay my set of deep blood red ropes around me. One by one the ropes snake around my body - below and above the knees, around my thighs, then hip-crotch rope with a few well place knots between my legs. Then I tie my collar's d-ring to the ankle cuffs and make the rope so short I must bend extremely low.
Damn, I forgot to bring my ball gag. Well, in that case my worn panties must do the job. I ball them up and shove the soft material in my mouth. They taste of lust.
Finally the padlock ties my wrists. I need an hour to try every combination. But I am far from thinking of releasing me. Now that I am almost helplessly bound I enjoy the loss of control and my arousal. All it takes to reach the first pinnacle of joy is working my thighs to stimulated me. I scream into my gag. Too much pleasure concentrated in such a small pearl of time.
Suddenly I hear someone at the door. And I know instinctively it is not my flat mate because she would use a key. This person however seems to break in. And so my true demon awakes.
I light the black and red candle pillars that are scattered around the room and turn off the electrical light. The dancing flames are intriguing and heart-warming. I pour hot water in a flat bowl with orange peels and cloves for a comforting smell. My knees get weak, my muscle memory dictates what comes next. The submissive force in me pulls my legs down until I kneel in the middle of the room. I start meditating. My muscles relax until my body floats in time and space. The pain in my knees is noticeable but I grave that. Pain makes me feel. Alive.
I shed my clothes, except for the black under-bust corset and lace and silken black stockings. To make up for the lost clothes, I put on my black leather cuffs with the purple padding around my wrists and ankles. I shiver. How can it be that I am totally free yet already enjoy being pseudo-restricted by the cuffs? After adding the matching collar this feeling gets even stronger.
I tie the D-rings of the ankle cuffs together and put a combination padlock for the wrist cuffs next to me. I lay my set of deep blood red ropes around me. One by one the ropes snake around my body - below and above the knees, around my thighs, then hip-crotch rope with a few well place knots between my legs. Then I tie my collar's d-ring to the ankle cuffs and make the rope so short I must bend extremely low.
Damn, I forgot to bring my ball gag. Well, in that case my worn panties must do the job. I ball them up and shove the soft material in my mouth. They taste of lust.
Finally the padlock ties my wrists. I need an hour to try every combination. But I am far from thinking of releasing me. Now that I am almost helplessly bound I enjoy the loss of control and my arousal. All it takes to reach the first pinnacle of joy is working my thighs to stimulated me. I scream into my gag. Too much pleasure concentrated in such a small pearl of time.
Suddenly I hear someone at the door. And I know instinctively it is not my flat mate because she would use a key. This person however seems to break in. And so my true demon awakes.