Something happens to me when I put on my cock. To say I get aggressive might be an understatement. And with every whimper, cry or moan, my aggression grows.
On my pet object, I used a gunslinger harness to give him handles along both his hips. I didn’t stop to take pics. I wish I had. That happens sometimes when I’m playing. I’m more into the moment then I am preserving the memory. But this is kind of what it looked like except there were handles on both hips. And he was naked. I pulled out two 30 foot lengths of my scarlet hemp rope and watched my pet object’s eyes light up. I sat on the edge of my bed and had him stand before me as I added handles to him. Due to the wrapping on the sides, the tie takes a bit longer than others and we both savored every moment.
On Hando, I created handles on the back of chest harness. This time, I remembered to stop and take a picture.
As I pulled out my rope, Hando stood in in front of me and extended his wrists together expectedly.
“Nope. Today I’m giving you handles.”
I turned him away from me, reached under his arms in front of him and started wrapping my rope around his chest.
Once I’d completed the harness with wrapped handles, I grabbed the handles firmly, gave him a shove and yanked him back towards me. He gasped a little at the surprise.
“That’ll work.”
And then I guided him to my dresser mirror so he could look at himself in the mirror.
“Do you see how hot you look in my rope?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he almost whispered.
And then I prepped him for pegging before I brutally fucked him.
As much as I enjoy pegging in a missionary position so I can watch their faces, sometimes I just want to unleash my aggressive side and fuck a boy HARD and deep. And that’s just what I did.
The rope handles provide the additional grip and leverage I need to get deep. I can pull him onto my cock HARD as I’m thrusting into him. I can easily establish a rhythm.
And it’s a great upper body work out. The day after giving my pet object handles, my shoulders were a bit sore because at one point, he’d totally surrendered to become a pile of subby boy goo, almost limp from sensation, and I’d seized the rope handles on his hips and continued fucking him without much of any help from him at all.
He was hole for me to use and I told him so. “Yes, Mistress,” he moaned into my mattress.
A practical use for rope!
Hehe definitely!
you certainly know how to handle a submissive ;)