“Let me tie you up and play with your cock.”
Now, I’m good with most statements directed my way that includes “and play with your cock.”
“Let me order a pizza…and play with your cock.”
“Let’s go through a car wash…and play with your cock.”
Pretty much anything except maybe “Let’s murder a hooker…and play with your cock.”
So, “tie you up and play with your cock” doesn’t seem out of the realm of offers taken.
It was The Attorney’s idea. Not mine.
Getting tied up never held much fascination for me.
I was down for it.
As long as it was just wrists and ankles.
And not to each other.
I wasn’t about to get hog-tied or trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
And I promised The Attorney that if he even looked like he might try to tickle me, I would destroy whatever I was attached to getting free.
He knows I do not play when it comes to that.
But, I was willing to play along and explore his fantasy. I even suggested he use some of his suit ties. You always saw that on Cinemax in the 90′s.
He was not down.
We all have our limits when it comes to GGG.
His happen to be his clothing.
Apparently he was awfully confident that I was going to agree to his game because he did “just happen” to have some strips of fabric at the ready.
“Like you were going to say no to me playing with your cock?”
So, soon there I was: in my underpants and tied to a dining room chair– ankles to the front legs; wrists to the back.
The Attorney was in his underpants, too. So he sat in my lap and kissed me.
Either would easily get me to show up for the party. Together, I’m showing up before the “Save The Dates” go out.
Once I did, he hauled it out and worked his magic.
Teasing to the point that he had me trying to fuck the air.
But here’s the thing: I liked it.
Not just the playing with my cock. Bound or not, that’s a given that I liked it.
It was the being restrained part…that was pretty cool, too.
I liked it.
And I never really expected to. I always sort of saw it as a submissive thing. Maybe even a little emasculating.
But, it was just the opposite for me.
Tied up, I actually felt strong.
Like it would be a danger for me to be allowed to roam free.
It was hot.
It was a good fit.
To be tied.
Good, Giving, and Game. ↩