(After much begging from me, SG has kindly written the concluding part of our switching story - t-p)
Owing to popular demand (OK, one reader request that I can remember - thanks, Aurore!), I'm back to recount the postscript of the switching session we indulged in last month, which started here.
Obviously, it's not in my nature to be topped for a whole day, so I strapped pup in the SJ and returned the favour, forcing her to orgasm with a vibrator. I left her there to doze off on the bed in relative comfort for an hour or so while I went to the kitchen to prepare a roast chicken lunch for us.
After a rather nice meal, even if I say so myself, and a post-prandial trio of Buffy episodes on DVD (i can't believe You admitted that! - t-p) to aid digestion, our thoughts once again turned to bondage (it's never that far away, to be honest). The plan was for me to try out another heavy-ish item of gear that I'd never experienced. This time, we agreed that it would be the leather armbinder.
And so it came to pass that I stood naked in the bedroom with my subbie sheathing my arms behind me in the kinky item that had so fired my imagination when I'd first seen a pic of it on the web 15 years before - my "nom de dom" is not SingleGlove without good reason. Talk about being hoisted by your own petard! My Domly instincts got the better of me and I instructed her on where to run the shoulder straps for maximum effectiveness.
"I want it as tight as possible," I said, and she duly obliged, cinching down the pair of straps that go round the glove at the elbows and the wrists.
Once satisfied that I was secure, she applied her leather cuffs to my ankles and I knew that a hogtie was on the menu. But not before another delicious few minutes of cock teasing - by gum, she is good, folks! But I could already feel my fingers going numb as my circulation was being affected by having my arms forced into such a stringent position. Lord only knows how bondage models such as Eve Ellis and Andrea Neal can tolerate elbows-together ties while the photographer faffs around to get the perfect shot. Practice, practice, practice, I guess!
pup turned me round and guided me firmly towards the bed in front of me, but I resisted, forcing her to force me. We laughed as she finally pushed me prone on to the bed and straddled me as I struggled. While she reached for the rope that would surely go from the D-ring at the end of my armbinder to the ankle cuffs, I wriggled and rubbed the shoulder strap against the bed and suddenly dislodged it, freeing myself from the glove in seconds. The scene came to a premature end with pup once again somewhat nonplussed that I had wanted to do another Houdini act. Half of me was pleased with myself for executing my second escape of the day; the other half was annoyed for stopping proceedings just when things were getting interesting.
Do you know what? I think that when we get around to switching again, probably some time next spring - she won't let me get away with it a third time - and I very much doubt that I'd want to!
To add some sophistication to this post, and because she does it so well, here's how the armbinder looks (and fits) on pup:
And I always ensure that she can't escape from it.