This is an elaboration of my Sinful Sunday post, Upside Down Sixty Nine.
Sunday’s are play days, with multiple hours set aside to have a long drawn out scene. Sundays are one of our favorite days of the week. I always want to know what the plan is. Is he going to tie me up and suspend me, teasing me as he wraps my body in blue jute until he finally releases me and allows me release or is he going bend me over the back of the couch and gently beat me for an hour, slowly building until we can’t take it any longer and he takes me roughly from behind. I ask, prod, scratch for hints, make suggestions, supply wishes, but all are met with a laugh. No, I will not tell you. You shouldn’t be asking. You need to settle down! I know exactly the response I’m going to get, but I still try.
I had forgotten about the new tie we learned on Friday night. One of our mentors pulled us aside at our monthly kink event to show us a quick and easy suspension boot. I didn’t even think to bug Sir about it on Sunday. Can we do the gravity boot suspension? I was a good girl, but only because I didn’t remember to be bad.
We made a deal on Sunday, that he would bathe the dog if I went to the grocery store, getting our chores done efficiently so we could get to playing. I was certainly down for that. The dog likes him better anyway.
Our play always begins the same way. I kneel under the hard point in our bedroom and wait. He comes up behind me, sometimes pressing his body into mine and wrapping his strong arms around me, sometimes he leans down and twizzles my ear lobes with his fingers, sending shivers over my skin, or he might just press his big thick hands into my back and push me into the floor, putting me in my place. This Sunday, he pushed me over, slowly lowering my body to the floor with the weight of his palm, pressing hard into my back and holding me in place before rolling me over. Using force like this to move me into position gets me going, the dampness that has gathered between my legs in anticipation grows at his touch.
He wraps my feet in rope, weaving it around and around, the tightness sending tremors through my toes, tickling the backs of my knees, snaking its way into my core. I sink into the floor as he touches me, already getting that hazy feeling that comes from being so restrained. I flex my ankle against the boot he’s created, feeling the rope stretch and tighten.
He rubs my legs, moving me where he wants as he touches me tenderly but firmly. He gets up, leaving me there on my back, legs spread, as I run my hands over my nipples in the absence of his own hands. I hear the familiar buzz of the wand, and I know that I am about to come quickly and violently. He pushes it into me, harshly it nuzzles against my aching clit, and I jerk at the intensity, a small cry escaping my lips. He eases off, rubbing it around in circles, then pushes it in hard again, repeating the motion again and again until I come, my thighs clamping down on the wand, holding it in place as I writhe on the floor.
In my post orgasmic haze, I can feel my legs rising. I open my eyes to find he’s fixed rope to the bottoms of the boots and is slowly pulling me up by my feet. One at a time, he inches them higher until just my shoulders are on the floor. Are you ready? I shout emphatically. Yes! And, he hoists me up the last few inches so that I’m swinging in the air. There is always an exhalation at this point, a contented sigh that seems to come from deep within as soon as I’m in the air. Sometimes there is pain or discomfort to adjust to, but not today. This is an easy suspension, my weight balanced equally on both feet feels good, and I’m sighing and giggling until he pushes the wand between my legs again, and I gasp. I’m greedy for another orgasm, so I open my legs slightly, allowing him to find the right spot.
The blood rushes to my head, and the second orgasm rushes through me. I can feel my whole body buzzing with pumping blood. As soon as the tremors stop, he pushes me so that I’m swinging back and forth like a pendulum, my fuzzy brain alights with joy and confusion as I break out into more giggles.Then he tickles me with his floggers, slowly building the force of his blows, both hands working in rhythmic unison as he paints my ass pink with the soft leather falls. I want your cock in my mouth. I pant between peals of laughter and grunts and groans. He knees down, and luckily, I am at the perfect height to take him, the angle of my throat is perfect to take him deep inside me, my throat massaging his tip. I reach my hands around to grab his thighs, to steady myself so that he can pump into me deeper. He bends his head to nibble my pussy, little bites and licks on my sensitive lips.
Normally, drool pools on my chin, dripping onto my tits when I blow him, but today, it slides down my nose and onto my forehead. I can hear it dripping onto the carpet. His thrusts get more furious, and I focus on being able to breathe. Don’t stop! His voice is strained and desperate. Then he stills, holding his cock in my throat as he comes with a whoosh of breath and curse words. I find it difficult to swallow while upside down, but I manage, proudly wiping my upper face of the spit that has dripped towards my hairline.
He lowers me slowly, both legs at the same time, and I find solid earth again, laughing as the blood redistributes throughout my body. He kneels down, smiling and kissing and happy, rubbing my feet and legs, squeezing my ankles as he unties me. The marks left by the rope are beautiful, and I stare at them throughout the evening as they slowly disappear.