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Model: Me
Photographer: Me
Ropes: Me

Well, it has been a long time since I have really been on DA (just couldn't find the time the past few months to take any self-portraits or even use DA). Today I had a sudden urge to mess around with a chair and some rope...and here is the messy result! I promise to start making some more good stuff soon!

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Here's one of my short stories to go along with this:

"Okay, now try to move your arms," Irina said as I sat there naked, blindfolded, and tied in her simple yet effective rope work.

With my arms outstretched, bound together at the wrists, and pressing firmly into the front of the chair, I gave them one quick tug--but they only moved a fraction of an inch as I felt an intense clenching and tugging at the tip of my penis. It was stretched out behind me and being pulled down along the back of the seat thanks to the rope connecting it to my wrists.

"Very good. I think I've got you right where I want you now," she said. "You realize that now I can do absolutely anything I want with you and there is nothing you can do about it?"

Suddenly, I squirmed as I felt the sensation of some sort of stick being dragged slowly up the sole of my left foot. It, along with my other foot, was secured by rope to the back chair leg. I could slide both my feet up and down along the chair legs, but she ensured that I could not slide them down very far thanks to the ropes tied around my big toes that pulled them inwards and up toward the seat of the chair.

I could not move my arms from in front of me...I could not get my feet anywhere close to the floor....My penis was was stretched out behind me and exposed against the back of the chair. And to top it all off--my head was arched backwards over the chair back by a gag in my mouth that seemed to be connect by rope to my balls!

She was right--there really was nothing I could do about whatever she planned to do with me! I only met her the other day...I really hope she is a nice girl....

"Oh, I forgot something," she blurted out as I could here her stick drop to the floor and she began to walk away. "Ahh, here they are!"

When she returned, she made her presence felt with her hands. I could feel them caressing my legs, then my butt, and then her arms wrapped around me from behind. I could feel the tips of her fingers tracing along my stomach and chest.

At this point I was getting quite hard, which just made the ropes on my sensitive bits that much tighter....But it didn't matter--I was beginning to really enjoy the whole situation.

After an excruciatingly pleasurable tease with her fingers, I felt them come to rest on my nipples. Metal began to press against my skin and then she said jokingly, "This might sting a little!"

In an instant, she let go of the metal clamps she was holding against my nipples and they bit down hard. My entire body tensed, my back arched, and my breathing intensified--but, as much as the clamps caused pain, they also seemed to get me even more aroused. Nearly all of my body's most sensitive areas where being intensely stimulated all at the very same time. It was incredible.

"You seem to be enjoying this a little to much," she said. "Let's see what we can do about that."

As I listened to her picking her stick up off the floor, my body became even more tense in anticipation. Gently, she began flicking it against the soles of my feet, going back and forth. Then she moved up to my butt--randomly flicking it against the tip of my swollen penis as well.

The sensation of the ropes, her flicking against my skin, and the anticipation was beginning to be too much. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was panting, and I was drooling uncontrollably from the gag...But things would become even more intense....

Without warning, her gentle flicks became stinging strikes concentrated on the soles of my feet. My feet would tug involuntarily at the ropes with each strike, but they would not move far--they would only twist into awkward angles as the ropes would pull at my big toes. And then she moved on to my butt...then my legs, then my stomach, and then....pretty much my entire body! She was randomly striking me all over, watching me squirm in the ropes, and letting me know know just how incredibly helpless I was.

After several minutes, she finally stopped with the striking. "I think it is time for a break," she said....But, after only the slightest of pauses, she was busy tormenting me once again.

This time it was a feather on my feet and she really seemed to know how to use it for excruciatingly ticklish results! It seemed there would be no relief and I would be in for a long night of torment.....

Description
Model: Me
Photographer: Me
Ropes: Me

Well, it has been a long time since I have really been on DA (just couldn't find the time the past few months to take any self-portraits or even use DA). Today I had a sudden urge to mess around with a chair and some rope...and here is the messy result! I promise to start making some more good stuff soon!

______________________________________

Here's one of my short stories to go along with this:

"Okay, now try to move your arms," Irina said as I sat there naked, blindfolded, and tied in her simple yet effective rope work.

With my arms outstretched, bound together at the wrists, and pressing firmly into the front of the chair, I gave them one quick tug--but they only moved a fraction of an inch as I felt an intense clenching and tugging at the tip of my penis. It was stretched out behind me and being pulled down along the back of the seat thanks to the rope connecting it to my wrists.

"Very good. I think I've got you right where I want you now," she said. "You realize that now I can do absolutely anything I want with you and there is nothing you can do about it?"

Suddenly, I squirmed as I felt the sensation of some sort of stick being dragged slowly up the sole of my left foot. It, along with my other foot, was secured by rope to the back chair leg. I could slide both my feet up and down along the chair legs, but she ensured that I could not slide them down very far thanks to the ropes tied around my big toes that pulled them inwards and up toward the seat of the chair.

I could not move my arms from in front of me...I could not get my feet anywhere close to the floor....My penis was was stretched out behind me and exposed against the back of the chair. And to top it all off--my head was arched backwards over the chair back by a gag in my mouth that seemed to be connect by rope to my balls!

She was right--there really was nothing I could do about whatever she planned to do with me! I only met her the other day...I really hope she is a nice girl....

"Oh, I forgot something," she blurted out as I could here her stick drop to the floor and she began to walk away. "Ahh, here they are!"

When she returned, she made her presence felt with her hands. I could feel them caressing my legs, then my butt, and then her arms wrapped around me from behind. I could feel the tips of her fingers tracing along my stomach and chest.

At this point I was getting quite hard, which just made the ropes on my sensitive bits that much tighter....But it didn't matter--I was beginning to really enjoy the whole situation.

After an excruciatingly pleasurable tease with her fingers, I felt them come to rest on my nipples. Metal began to press against my skin and then she said jokingly, "This might sting a little!"

In an instant, she let go of the metal clamps she was holding against my nipples and they bit down hard. My entire body tensed, my back arched, and my breathing intensified--but, as much as the clamps caused pain, they also seemed to get me even more aroused. Nearly all of my body's most sensitive areas where being intensely stimulated all at the very same time. It was incredible.

"You seem to be enjoying this a little to much," she said. "Let's see what we can do about that."

As I listened to her picking her stick up off the floor, my body became even more tense in anticipation. Gently, she began flicking it against the soles of my feet, going back and forth. Then she moved up to my butt--randomly flicking it against the tip of my swollen penis as well.

The sensation of the ropes, her flicking against my skin, and the anticipation was beginning to be too much. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was panting, and I was drooling uncontrollably from the gag...But things would become even more intense....

Without warning, her gentle flicks became stinging strikes concentrated on the soles of my feet. My feet would tug involuntarily at the ropes with each strike, but they would not move far--they would only twist into awkward angles as the ropes would pull at my big toes. And then she moved on to my butt...then my legs, then my stomach, and then....pretty much my entire body! She was randomly striking me all over, watching me squirm in the ropes, and letting me know know just how incredibly helpless I was.

After several minutes, she finally stopped with the striking. "I think it is time for a break," she said....But, after only the slightest of pauses, she was busy tormenting me once again.

This time it was a feather on my feet and she really seemed to know how to use it for excruciatingly ticklish results! It seemed there would be no relief and I would be in for a long night of torment.....