You Decide

From Alison's Tie Me Up contest. One of the reasons these contests work for me is that they're fairly short-term, preventing me from my usual paralysis of overthinking. After I posted it, I thought I wanted to rewrite it, with more repetition of the "you decide" line... but it didn't work. I like it just like this. This is also the first one I sent to Alison that was written from scratch for the contest.



I don’t want you to ask permission. I don’t want to help you figure how to attach the ends, or whether that’s gonna mar the furniture or leave a hole in the plasterboard.

I don’t want you to ask if it’s too tight around my wrist. I trust you to hurt me without damaging me. Tie my legs apart – leave some play, so I can buck underneath you, or tie them so tight I can’t move. You decide.

I pull hard at the bonds, making leather creak and metal clink, but I can’t get loose. Good. You’re so good.

Sometimes the torture is that you barely touch me; feathering over my skin so lightly I have to hold my breath to be sure you’re really there, but what I want is hard, fierce – I want your nails on my nipples, your teeth on my clit. Your palms skate up my thighs, feeling the tension you’ve created, the tendons standing out hard. Your thumbs push into my cunt, peeling the lips open like skin off an orange.

I love everything you do when I’m tied down, when the only movement I can manage is lascivious whether I mean it that way or not. I love the nibbles, the slaps, the pinching and squeezing and sucking, but more than anything I love the moment you bury your cock in me, knowing that I cannot resist you, even if I wanted… I am wide open, spread, yours for the taking.