Sunday, September 23, 2012

Velcro is evil

Scampering in from work one grabbed a quick meal before we went round the corner to the gym, followed by some laundry, dinner, showers and off to bed for what one thought was going to be a pleasant little quickie before going to sleep. It's strange how things never seem to work out like they do in your mind. 'Cos what transpired was neither pleasant nor quick...

First off He pounced, rolled one over and before one could squeak out the safeword, let along spell it...

Oh yes, that was a conversation that came up over breakfast. He was threatening one over food... can't remember what it was, but one wasn't enjoying it. In complete exasperation one called red. Nothing happened. So one tried Rumpelstiltskin... just in case things had changed. And then one remembered Him saying that the word was supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. On the off chance He hadn't been kidding one tried it out.
The fucker turned round and said, spell it...
That can't be right surely? That can't be how it works... 'cos it is a lousy system if it is.
Anyway back to being pounced on...

Before one knew what was happening He had one trussed up in a Sportsheets Bondage Bar that we had picked up ages ago. It is portable, lightweight and quite innocuous if shoved in the bottom of a bag as it flattens out along the thin, ridged bar to measure about 43 cm (17'). In other words it's perfect for taking away... not that we got to use it last time. So there one was trussed up, face down arse up (that almost went without saying didn't it?) with wrists and ankles trapped in Velcro, while He is attacking body parts with His fingers and the Wanachi Multi. It probably sounds all sexy and stuff...
It wasn't. There is nothing sexy about not being able to breathe properly with a rapidly developing kink in the neck and hair that is insisting on trying to get in your mouth. Anyone who has ended up in that position can attest to that. Not to mention the whole drooling thing... shudders quietly

Taking pity on one small slave He rolled one over and renewed his attack, before finishing off with His dick buried deep in one's arse, as one lay there as helpless as an upturned beetle. That bondage bar is vile. The bloody thing is almost impossible to get out of. It's not going in the favourite toy category at all. In fact one is starting to suspect that Velcro is Satan's tool...
Sighs He is not of that opinion... and apparently his is the only view that counts.

A few minutes after He had finished with one small (and feeling decidedly ruffled) slave, as one was sitting in the office meditating on both the anal abuses that had just occurred and the idea of Velcro being the tool of Satan, He marched in saying stand up. As one did so He shoved one over the desk and proceeded to sodomise the poor abraded arse again with short vicious strokes while making one say how much one enjoyed being fucked in the arse by him.
At that point it wasn't true at all. It was hurting. A lot. In fact way more than it should have.

Vile oppressor, one slung at His retreating back
He laughed and went to bed leaving one bleeding, dripping cum and without a tissue in sight. This was not the night one had in mind at all L

7 comments:

ancilla_ksst said...

Poor arse :(.

Malcolm said...

Yuckkk ... But I like that gadget, where did you get it?

Molded By Him said...

Awww. Tonight the arse I'd not win :-/

Maybe a night of sleep will improve the Oppressor's disposition, and even make him remember LUBE IS GOOD!

Master's piece said...

@Malcolm Nice to see you back in blog land :) We picked them up in a local sex shop, but they should be available online without too much trouble.

tina s said...

*whispers* practice spelling it all day, every day, until it is memorized. Then it is automatic when you are told to spell it :) Trust me. My Master pulled the same thing on me. With the same dang word *groans* it IS POSSIBLE!!!
But.. i didn't tell you that. And i certainly would NEVER have "worked the system" like that, because, i'm a good girl or something like that. Or something close to it, maybe...?

Next time around, when i couldn't hold out and managed to spell it out correctly, He was so dang shocked he actually stopped what he was doing.

Of course, then he laughed, told me "good job, smart ass," and continued with what i had so "rudely interrupted with my impromptu spelling bee." Then, after a particularly... invigorating... swing, he told me he would have to come up with a longer safeword. *GROAN* He hasn't told me what it is, yet. I guess i don't get a rehearsal period next time.

Master's piece said...

@tina s They really do get the same handout with their bloody decoder rings don't they :(

tina s said...

Yeah. Either that or they have a hive mind...
I'm not sure which is creepier. :)