#hockeynhandcuffss

Hi Mr. H! After going to bed thickly padded for Valentine's Day I've been in a bit of a cuckquean mood! Just the thought of getting put in jammies and padding and sent to bed early while my caregiver or babysitter has someone over has been getting me all flustered!

Maybe a fun addition would be having some kind of blushy buzzy toy involved that my cg/sitter gives to their date to play with while they're doing grown up things. Of course they'd never let me have too much fun with it, but it would be just enough to remind me of how much fun they're having, and keep me squirmy and frustrated!

CW: degradation, bondage (rope and cuffs), penitration (anal, toys and fingers), wax play, impact play, sensory deprivation, objectification. 

Sometimes I’m just in the mood to create. It strikes me in my most passionate moments, I feel the itch, it starts to consume my mind, engulf my being. Today the desire has been smoldering in my stomach for hours, but obviously I cannot just start creating. I need my materials, my tools, so I start to gather what I need. Of course an artist needs a way to frame their art, some materials to make pretty colors, and maybe even something to write my signature on the bottom. Oh and of course I need a canvas.

I texted her and told her that I want her to get naked, put on a blind fold, put on red lipstick, leave out the lipstick, and kneel in the center of the room. With my materials stuffed in a duffle bag in the back seat of my car, I pull into the driveway of her house. Gathering myself, I walk into the front door, I don’t know why I bother to make sure I looked good, she would be blindfolded. Tip tap tip tap, my boots click on the hardwood floor as I walk down the hall. She perked up as soon as I walk into the room, straightening her chest as to present herself as my object to mold as I want. “Good evening my pretty pretty darling” I walk over to the beautiful naked woman, her nipples showing how completely aroused she is to be waiting for me in such a vulnerable position. I brush my hand against her cheek which startles her at first but immediately she pushes her had against it as I take my thumb and press it against her lips. She immediately starts sucking on it.

“Today you are gonna be art”, I place the duffle bag on the ground sauntering over to the lipstick on a side table nearby. “You are only beautiful when I make you beautiful”, the words slip out of my mouth as if they were a cloud of cigarette smoke, “and today I will make sure it is obvious that I can make you the center piece of any art gallery”. She was always beautiful to me but I knew what I was doing, the poor girl got off on her self worth being reliant on me. I was her owner after all. “Of course every piece of art needs a title” I crouch down in front of her and she immediately whines a little bit, she can sense my presence but obviously has no clue what I am doing. I start to write across her forehead “My Pretty”, then I grab her face and jerk it to the side and start writing “WHORE”, with the O as her mouth. “Beautiful, I am inspired. A title that could not be more appropriate for a piece of art”.

“Thank you sir” she says and ends with a gasp because I have grabbed her face again.

“I’ve never seen a piece of art that talks to me” I growled putting a red ball gag in her mouth. I can tell she’s really into it now, her breathing has started to git heavier, her hips going higher and higher in subconscious desperation for me to play with her. “I will be taking any excessive talking as an attempt to use a safeword, so try to keep yourself quiet”

Now that she has a title and is set to be my canvas, I wonder what I should do next. Every good piece of art must be displayed, how shall I display my art. She’s already in the middle of the room which is perfect, but she needs to be spread out. I need to be able to see all of her, a crumpled up piece of paper rarely gets seen. I grab my rope out of the bag and grab her hair and watch her struggle to try and keep up with standing up before it hurts too much. I hear her trying to breath through the gag, she can’t help it, she’s just trying to survive currently. In a moment I grab her wrists and put them together behind her. I grab her neck and let her lay her head onto my shoulder. “What should I do to make you prettier” I say as my hand slowly walks down to her hard nipple. She gives a soft moan into my neck as I tease her, just slowly moving my finger back and forth across her nipple. Then I start tying, starting with her wrists to keep them together behind her back.

Then once her wrists are tied I move the rope around the top of her breast, making sure I get as close to her as possible so she feels my hard cock against her. Going around twice but on the second pass I wrap around the beginning of the tie and pull slowly as I see the tie tightening around her. The poor girl lets out what I can only assume is a “Oh god” as the rope starts to dig into her skin. Then I do the same this time going under her breasts. Finally after two passes I tie the tie into the wrist restraints and tie it the the eye hook on the ceiling, tight enough to keep her still but not enough that she can’t be comfortably flat footed. It looks beautiful the knot in the back is something that I feel can be described as a rose. While the front just shows two boarders that are just framing her beautiful breasts perfectly as if in a picture frame. I play with my art, I spin her around slowly mostly because I can but also to see how I want her to look in the lighting. I run my fingers along the rope, feeling how tight it is against her body. But I eventually give my master piece some relief, I let my hands wander down to her dripping desperate pussy. She lets out a noise as if its been stuck inside her waiting to be released. I play with her clit as I whisper, “You were waiting for that huh kiddo, but there’s still so much art left to make.”

I think it’s time to set a center focus, I take some lube and slowly but consistently start fingering her asshole as more close to heavy moans start to come from the gagged mouth, After I feel I have warmed her up I use a plug with a red jewel on the end into her ass. I stand back looking how absolutely beautiful she looks in this moment, she has started to drool onto her framed tits and I can’t find it much more beautiful. But I must. After a quick hand wash, I return to her body. My fingers start working on her pussy, exploring my canvas. How can I make art if I do not know my canvas inside and out. After I am satisfied with how much I know her, and she is equally unsatisfied with me stopping, I slip a remote vibrator in her and have it go on a loop of slowly going up and down in intensity.

It is time for me to use my most colorful of toys, but first a little warm up to get the canvas relaxed and full of color. I start to slap her ass with my hand as I put my other hand on her lower stomach to keep her still. After I feel she is warmed up and has stopped lifting her feet out of pain. I take my paddle and prepare to make her ass change colors to the most beautiful shade of purple. Normally I am intentional with my impact but this time, I am free and loose. I am a painter of an abstract painting letting my paint fly onto my canvas. Of course this is the loudest my art has been. She’s blissed out, constrained in a mixture of pain and pleasure. My silence adding to her objectification. I don’t see her human attributes just the pieces I can mold and manipulate.

Finally silence… I feel that the purple is the perfect color, not enough to detract from the pretty red jewel in the middle but enough to become a landscape of shifting colors that I could look at for hours. Her heavy breathing and slackness in her body shows me that she was ready to stop too, only showing a shiver when I can tell the vibrator is getting close to the top setting. “You’re not quite there yet, you haven’t been made perfect”, I reinforce her submission while giving her a symbol that she’s getting close to the end. I prepare for the next step, I am note quite done with colors but I want her in my arms. She needs to feel close to me, my art must love it’s creator, it must lust for it. That’s what ties everything together. I light a stick candle and grab my art from behind and start dripping the wax onto her breasts. The slowness of the dripping after the intensity of the spanking has tired out my art. She just lays in my neck flinching with each drip of wax as I whisper all the things that I know will turn her on confirmed by the soft moans in my ear.

Finally when I am satisfied with the way that the wax has patterned onto her, I put out the candle and admire from the front. It’s amazing, it’s intoxicating. I am glad she is blindfolded because the way that I can’t help but to stroke my cock at the sight of My Pretty Whore is embarrassing and feral. But I am not ready, I need anyone who sees my art to be engulfed as possible. It needs to be enthralling. I take a wand belt and strap it to perfectly lined up on her clit. My art is starts to moan, she needs it so bad but it’s not quite time. I then put ankle cuffs and spread her out with a spreader bar. With the way that I have tied her, she needs to be on her tippy toes to be comfortable. There is no art without pain right?

That sounds so lovely 💜

Daydream: what is your best memory?

silk:

something darkly colored, strappy, and tight in the right places

daydream:

11. what does the most recent text that you sent say?“okiedokie!” which, in context, is me just saying that i understand what time i need to leave grab food for me and @bi-bye-binary. thrilling, i know.

14. do you believe in luck and miracles?i’m not sure about miracles, but i do think i’ve been very lucky in my life in a lot of ways. i do think that the Universe gives out good things when she feels like it.

did I do good??