It’s past ten o clock. Late for me. (The night before I fell asleep on Jack and Pan during the second episode of Big Brother. (We are such sexual unconventioneers).)
Jack’s watching Battlestar Galactica. He’s still on season one – but he’s moving fast enough through them that he might end up watching the finale of season four with me.
I’m in the doorway holding the brown leather wrists cuffs and a snap fastening that looks like it could be used to winch cargo onto ships.
When I sit down next to him and ask if I can tie him up, he smiles at me. Because he is already taking his watch off. I fasten his hands behind his back with easy lazy buckle rolls and the cold, thick metal snapping shut.
The strain from his arms makes his chest expand until it’s miles wide and pulls the buttons on his blue shirt tauter.
He is so beautiful. So sometimes I just look at him when he isn’t tied up. Sometimes he’s just reading and one arm’s above his head. I love at the place where his shirt is unbuttoned. The hair I can see on his chest. His jeans. Covering his crotch. I think about his cock and about how much I love him.
But then, tied up is always better.
I love this kind of bondage. Stupid, lazy pointless bondage. For the sake of bondage and for the sake of me.
He’s not tied for any reason. I’m not doing anything and we are still watching TV. I can’t even see the bondage. His hands are just behind his back.
He’s still for a while. Then he gets more uncomfortable and shifts more. A little more. And my head is full of all the small inconveniences. The fact he can’t take a drink, scratch his neck (which I have to do for him), get comfortable. The disparity is spiky sharp when I touch him. And he can’t touch me.
I ask him if this okay. And he says that of course, it’s fine. And he tells me I can tie him up whenever I want. And he tells me that I know that.
And then it’s past midnight. And we’re four episodes down. And I let him go and we go to bed.
6 Comments
June 15, 2008 at 10:48 pm
This is so true. I relate completely. Pointless nudity, pointless bondage, pointless wearing of items I select on a whim, pointless spanks, smacks, pinches, and pulls. Pointless creation of arousal. Just for me, just because.
And of course he likes it, discomfort of whatever kind notwithstanding. He likes it because I want it.
I used to ask, too. Now most of the time I can just see it in his eyes. I read them. “I can do more if you want,” his eyes tell me. “Just ask.”
Sometimes I want, sometimes not.
Often my request is simply a gesture. Take that off. Put that on. Come closer. Turn over. Get down. Stand up. Bring me that. Sit over here. Offer me that part of you. Masturbate.
Then shush and let me watch my show.
And it all happens while we are doing nothing special.
Ahh, but it’s so special. No vanilla marriage is like this. This is a piece of my everyday world.
It is so amazingly fucking special.
June 17, 2008 at 3:25 am
I love subtle. It’s this kind of dynamic that turns me on the most and was I ever disappointed when I found that there were few people out there that shared in this type of bent.
BDSM is often always about being over the top, but the subtle interaction is the meat and potatoes for me.
It’s nice to see there are women out there who share in my love/need for it.
June 17, 2008 at 4:02 am
i like this.
i’m very very virginal and just starting to explore my sexuality, so it’s no surprise that over the top BDSM kind of.. um.. scares me. but this subtle interaction is so sweet, so intimate, so loving, so amazing.
can’t wait until i experience this =)
June 17, 2008 at 11:11 am
mmmmmm….perfect.
June 18, 2008 at 8:37 am
That’s so nice…
I’m jealous!
June 18, 2008 at 3:02 pm
Ooooooh yes.