Page 8 of Aries
“You’re in some circles?”
“Well, there’s the Playhouse Club,” I said. “Some friends there have mentioned the traffic light system.”
He smiled; it was one of those all-knowing smiles. I returned it. This was clearly predestined to happen, something to do with the stars, I suppose had something to do with it.
“Why do you think I have this tatted on me?” He rubbed a hand across the Daddytattooed above his belly button. “You gotta earn a word like this. And I think I’ve more than earned mine. I can soft,” he said, getting on his knees in front of me. “I can sweet.” He grabbed the rope from his bag. “I can be dominant and demanding. But above everything, I can make sure you have a great time.” He took my hands and placed them on palm out on my knees. “Some safety before we begin. I won’t make it too tight; it’ll be snug. I have safety scissors if you panic, and I’ll cut first, ask questions later.”
My hands were shaking. I couldn’t remember the last time any ropes had been used on me. There was a singular time in fact when my hands were tied to a bed post, but that wasn’t anything quite like this. “Ok,” I said. “And you have experience with that?”
He smirked. “I was in the boy scouts. Of course, I have experience with ropes and knots. Now, before I begin getting you all secured and roped up like a Thanksgiving turkey, are you ok for me to rip these clothes if necessary?”
I hadn’t dressed up for the occasion because I assumed I’d be out of them. They were the only clean clothes I had currently, everything else had paint on them. “Yeah,” I answered. They were after all, only a cheap t-shirt and sweatpants.
“Good. And don’t forget, I’m Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He leaned in and kissed me. “Minty,” he remarked. “I’m going to blindfold you now. Your senses are gonna be heightened. You’re gonna want to flinch and wiggle while I get these roped tied, but if you do that, it’ll make some of the hold lax, and it won’t have the same effect.”
Another hard gulp and I looked back onto the bed for some water. “Can I?”
“Sure. Stay hydrated,” he said.
There were always guys on the internet who would say they were into rope play and domination. Those were the things I’d often fall asleep with my hard cock in hand to, the excitement behind something so out there. And now, it was happening to me.
He placed the folded bandana around my eyes and secured it in place. He checked to make sure I couldn’t see through a test of guessing his fingers, and then by getting up close to my face where he whispered into my ear to which I tried not flinching at, and finally a kiss.
Every single one of Daddy’s touches to my skin was electric, they made me want to reach out and take over, but I was only forty percent bossy, the other sixty percent was quite submissive, and that part of me really had to be at one hundred.
He checked in with me once he’d secured one hand in place against my knee. It was strange to have hand stuck. He secured the second in the same place in the other knee and demonstrated by rocking me back on the bed the sheer control he now had over me with only two ropes in place.
“From here, you can’t hide away your cock,” he said, the pressure of his touch on both thighs as he grabbed it. “Are you wearing tight briefs?”
“I didn’t think I’d be wearing them long,” I admitted, trying to swing myself but I was absolutely powerless from this position. I fucking loved it. “What’s next?”
His warm breath tickled at my cheek. “Next, I’m going to make a pretty with the rope and make sure you can’t squeeze your legs together,” he whispered.
“And then what do you plan?”
His raspy voice grumbled in my ear. “I’m not letting you know,” he said. “And if you ask again, I might give you a spank.”
“Then I’ll save my question for later.” I wanted a spank, but not right now, I had far too many layers on for a good, penetrative skin-on-skin spank.
I let Daddy tie my body up like he wanted. No further questions. I obeyed every instruction, from roll on your side, try to move, and tell Daddy what you want.
“I want to feel you.” I knew I couldn’t, my hands were attached to my knees. I wasn’t feeling anyone but myself.
“I’ll give you something to feel,” he said, moving me around. I didn’t know where abouts on my bed I was, but he found a spot and kept me there. “Now, just stay still. I’ve got one small final detail.”
“Can you take a picture of me?” I asked. “On my phone, please. I want to see what I look like later.” I didn’t really want pictures of me like this getting out, even if they might spice up my artist profile.
“Of course. But first, let me get this attached.”
He was tying something to me, slipping the rope through the rope on my thigh. And then I felt it. The thick head of the massager as he positioned it and pressed it against my cock. I was already too excited for it, I’d never prematurely ejaculated before, but I feared there was a first time for it.
I listened for the sound of the massager being plugged in and without warning, a whir started up alongside a vibrating pulse against the tip of my cock. My own moan caught me off guard and there was nothing I could do about it.
“Good boy,” he said. “Moan for Daddy. That’s right. I’ll adjust the speed.”