You have a beautiful way with "gurls" like me, mrmaxroper! Through your words, you know exactly how to handle me to make me feel very special and feminine. I was almost brought to tears in my girly heart as I read your lovely post.
mrmaxroper wrote:A frogtie would be interesting.
I don't know what it is but I have always had a slight aversion to the frogtie. Off the top of my head, the only bondage positions that I like less are the Lotus position and anything where the pretty damsel is suspended (especially when she is inverted).
mrmaxroper wrote:No nylons please, but otherwise I love the way you dress.
I am really touched that you love my womanly fashion sense as the way I dress is very personal to me because it is a reflection of the lady that I am in my own inner thoughts and feelings. But, come to think of it, when do I ever have stockings on other than the times I am wearing lingerie?
mrmaxroper wrote:A nice skirt or dress, your lovely bare legs doubled up and tightly bound, arms behind
Okay, now your simple yet vivid description of me frogtied followed by what happens to me has me reconsidering the position! I will have to evaluate the logistics of the pose a little further because having my legs abruptly flexed and lashed to themselves mid-thigh will severely limit my mobility to operate my digital camera, needless to say. With only a ten second self-timer on the camera, it would be a difficult look to pull off although I think I might be up for the challenge! Or at least I can try to create the illusion of the position.
I am envisioning that the pose would look best with a dress or skirt that has a flared hemline rather than being fitted tightly to my hips and thighs. I think that the best candidate for this in my wardrobe is my deep sapphire blue faux-wrap cascade dress but it isn't ideal because the skirt still hugs my body fairly closely (unless you have any thoughts on this matter or a particular dress of mine that you would like to see me frogtied while wearing). I do have one other dress that I haven't posted any images of yet (I am planning to in the future) but it has a sleek design as well. I am really kicking myself right now because I had the chance to buy two really pretty sundresses with flared skirts on sale last summer for under $20 a piece and I talked myself out of it. It could be rather difficult to find a similar style this time of year.
With my indeterminate travel plans for the holiday season, the earliest I could arrange my next "photoshoot" would be January 2015. There is still an outside chance I could visit family in a warmer climate and it would be difficult to explain either my long-sleeved shirts and pants or my perfectly shaved legs so I have to stay in "guy mode" from now until then. I wasn't even sure I would do another "photoshoot" this winter as it is a really stressful and exhausting process (plus, I haven't added any new clothes or shoes since my last session) but your suggestion has me getting a little excited at the possibilities!
mrmaxroper wrote:ready to either service your captor from your knees or perhaps flipped onto your back and exposed.
Can I safely assume you wouldn't be opposed to both, mrmaxroper?
I have always thought of being bound on my knees as the ideal position to sexually service my captor's cock with my mouth since being helpless on my knees is so powerful as such a humiliatingly submissive posture! But now that you bring it up, a frogtie would probably better align my mouth with my captor's cock because if I kneel up straight, my mouth would usually be higher than his crotch (unless he is really
taller than me!). I am imagining how deliciously demeaning it would be for me to actually have to struggle to sit up straight, straining against my leg bindings as I lustfully reach out for his waiting cock with my mouth. Plus, with my legs doubled up and tied to themselves in the frogtie, I would be really hobbled if I tried to pull away from him.
Maybe after I attentively bring him to climax with my mouth, he immediately gets tired of playing with me as he is disgusted by what a "slut" I am, violently knocking me over onto the cold basement floor by viciously kneeing me in the side of my shoulder. He roughly shoves the ballgag back into my mouth, strapping it tightly before just callously leaving me there helplessly bound and gagged to wait for his return at his leisure.
When he returns, he cruelly throws me on the dirty, stained cot that is the only comfort he has provided me in my basement "cell" which is truly nothing more than my own personal hell. The rusted metal bed frame that supports the cot groans and creeks at the sudden strain under the weight of my bound body landing so abruptly and forcefully on it, with my hands and legs uselessly tied they can do nothing to soften my fall. I desperately try to squirm away from him as I sob into my gag, my heart sinking as I feel his disgusting hands freely roaming my feminized body. I wince deeply in shame, crying out as I feel his strong hands slip up my thighs and under my dress before they quickly grip my dainty panties and rip them violently from my body. I curl up suddenly on my left side, frantically pulling my smooth frogtied legs together and reflexively squeezing them as tightly as possible in a futile attempt to hide my most intimate areas from his greedy stare.
To my endless terror, he is wickedly calm as if he knows he is in full control of me as he casually reaches over and grabs his cattle prod. He taunts me with its two biting prongs as he runs them up the back of my bare right foot as it arches to accommodate the alluring high heel of my sexy open-toed sandal. The cattle prod teasingly brushes against the soft, bare skin as it traces the sensual contour of my right leg under his sadistic guidance. He gleefully watches me trembling uncontrollably before him, menacing me with the devious device as he coldly demands of me, "Spread those slutty legs, whore. Show me your sissiness."
The cattle prod eventually reaches the round curve of my ass as I pitifully jerk in my bondage at its sharp bite when he triggers it to shock me, pathetically squealing into my ballgag as I bite down deeply on its firm yet forgiving form. He continually repeats his vile order, each time employing the cattle prod to force me to comply with it. Finally, I've had enough as I cannot take one more excruciating shock as I shamefully nod my head in submission and roll over onto my back in defeat, my bound hands trapped beneath me as the rope digs painfully into my slender wrists when my full body weight is applied. I lay my head back in utter humiliation as I reluctantly allow my frogtied legs to slowly fall off to the side, my dress splaying open as it starts to fall back and bunch up around my hips. My tears squeeze through my tightly closed eyes when I feel how intimately vulnerable I am to his eager eyes as I expose myself fully to him, my limp cock weakly laying there completely shaved and on lewd display.
To my surprise and despair, he actually uses the cattle prod directly on my cock and balls as punishes me for it, degrading my manhood as he calls it "a pathetic little sissy clitty." Once he gets bored with torturing my cock, he rolls me over onto my knees, keeping my legs frogtied so that my bare ass is forced to stick up suggestively into the air as it faces right at him. I start to sob uncontrollably with my face down and smothered into the cot, closing my eyes in disbelief that this is really happening to me as I feel him stepping powerfully behind me, getting into position while his hands work to undo his belt. I know what he is about to do to me but I am completely helpless to stop him...
mrmaxroper wrote:Whatever you do, know what a delight you are!
I am blushing because you have my girly heart all aflutter! With many sweet hugs and kisses, thanks!