lifeline part 01
Overpreparation is my watchword. Let us examine the tools at our disposal, and then try to imagine the end to which they will be turned.
Our bed sports a climbing harness and thick climbing rope split into two. Not a lead rope: a static one, so no stretch. One is tied to the solid oak banister on the landing, one is tied to a mount point I have drilled into the frame of the house. A manacle bar is on the bed also, being a sturdy steel bar with mount point and two strong cuffs lined with plush blue padding.
A reed air diffuser belts out a strong note of spice and there are towels and wet wipes to hand, discretely under nightstands.
Can you see what it is yet?
“I want you inside me,” you had said last night, sometime in our shared fever. Over the long night of massaging your belly I’d had plenty of time to think it over.
You were fresh from the shower when we’d burst through the bedroom door, locked in a kiss like a death-grip. I was manoeuvring you to the bed and you were dancing around me, trying to trip me or get me somehow onto the bed first. It became a game: one you almost won when you bit my lower lip almost hard enough to pierce. Your step away nearly saw me tumble onto the bed but I wrapped my arms around you in a tight embrace and span us round as we fell.
It could easily have been me trapped under you. I’m not sure what would have happened if it were.
I commit this scene to memory.
You look up at me, fire in your mesmeric eyes, daring me to do my worst. Your body is a potent symbol of womanhood, all curves and flowing shapes. The cuffs that bind your wrists clunk against the manacle bar as you pull at them.
“You can’t be serious.”
I put my other leg into the climbing harness and shimmy it up to my waist. “Deadly, my love. If your body gets hold of me you won’t want to let me go, and if you try to devour me I’m going to want to let you. So: protection.”
I tie a careful figure-of-eight knot to my harness. Your rope keeps your captive arms close to the top of the bed.
“I need to adjust distance. On all fours if you would, my love.”
You give me a look.
“Oh, yes. Of course. Sorry.” I clear my throat. You see me focus on your body, the oh-so helpless pose of arms above head, and the way your legs fall casually apart right in front of me. “Show me that gorgeous, fat arse and we’ll stuff it, my greedy pig princess.”
You smirk, but I saw the way you shivered when I called you my pig. Clumsily you scramble onto your knees then place your barred hands on the bed. Your hips wriggle as you walk them toward me, muscular twin globes growing closer, closer, till the short rope stops you dead. With a curve of your back you angle your backside open for inspection.
“Good girl.” You feel me trail kisses up your tailbone and the small of your back. There is the sound of harness-fiddling. Next time I can only barely kiss the bottom of your tailbone. If, for any reason, your anus were to try to swallow me up, it would be a battle to keep hold of my airways. I’m safe.
Or I would be if a clever and devious little piggy hadn’t pretended her rope ended sooner than it did.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say, wonder creeping into my voice. “Your arse is so big. So…” I clasp a hand on one full, round buttock… “Shapely. I want to experience everything about it.”
You feel both my hands stretch apart your cheeks to leave you fully exposed. You are thankful you’ve relieved yourself of the clubber and that together we gave you a good, clean douching.
Tickling sensations rip through your anus and melt your pussy as my lips brush against the sensitive skin of your butthole. “Truly perfect. Entrance to… What was it? Your nasty, shit-filled intestines?”
“‘Nasty, shit-stuffed a—’ oooooh~”
I don’t seem to find it nasty. You feel heat flood your back passage as I initiate a kiss as tender and uninhibited as any I’ve ever given you. Simultaneously my hand glides up your thigh, up and up and up, till it parts your lips and I stroke back and forth along your pussy. You blush furiously to think of where my tongue is right now, but your hips rock all the same…