Rope Puppet Love

He pretended to struggle, lazily wiggling underneath her and letting his hand slip through the rope lasso she had formed. She shot him an annoyed look and forcefully pinched his cheeks with her hand.

"Cal, Stop it! Listen to me, just hold still..." She looped the rope around his left wrist once more, a slip knot was her go-to because of how quick and easy it was as well as her inexperience. She always left more rope marks on him than the other way around, partly because he never complains of the knots being too tight, and also because of how long she leaves him helplessly tied up.

She never knew what to do with him once he was immobilized as he was always the one initiating, most times she'd step aside and simply admire her handiwork as Cal asked her to play with him. She was more in love with the looks of the rope encircling his body, holding him in place in uncomfortable positions that left him exposed and vulnerable. She loved the way it made him seem like a dangerous criminal who was now captured and incapacitated. She liked watching him go quiet and shy when she undresses him and touches him while he's incapable of doing either.

Taking his other hand, Layla skillfully ties them together in the front in a prayer. She pulls the leftover rope like a leash, and he moans as his hands are brought over his head and pinned onto the bed. He had those bedroom eyes, pupils dilated and lids half closed looking sweetly up at her.

It's been a year since their breakup. There wasn't an exact date due to the messiness of it all, but he had considered it to be over the night she told him about a new guy she fancied. He'd been heartbroken, having to finally face the blisteringly cold fact that his hopes of reconciliation were long gone. They had stopped speaking after that, him falling into a time of self hatred and crippling depression, and her into a period of self discovery and attempting to use the excitement in her life to cover the gigantic wound he left behind.

She lowered her face to be inches from his, teasing him with the thought of their lips connecting, slightly open, licking and biting softly in a passionate, hungry way. Or perhaps a sweet, slow kiss unlike the ones shared during their relationship, this one representing the feelings she still has for him, how she wishes to slow down time and savor the taste and the softness of his lips against hers. She loved him in a guilty way, in a way she'd never show to her friends or family, they could never understand the inner workings of her perverted mind. Sadly, when it comes to lust, it was never enough for her to stay.

Tears were welling up her eyes again, she softly kissed him on his lips, then the tip of his nose, then on each closed eye. He pushed up against her, trying to get more but was disappointed when she sat up out of the way.

"Layla, is everything--?" He asked, noticing her sad eyes but was cut short as he was forced to sit up as she pulled his hands further up then back into a reverse prayer revealing his armpits. He let out a gasp of surprise, she had never tied him in this way before, this was by far the most punishing position. She wrapped the rope under his nipples and secured it around his torso. Pushing him onto the bed face down, she put her weight on top of him.

Positioning her head beside his and licking his ear, she whispered "you look really good like this, ya know?", he let out a small moan and quietly replied, "... please..." which made her giggle.

She grabbed his hair harder and smiled, "Cal... are you mine?"

His breathing became heavier and he continued to beg, "... mistress... please..."

Taking another strand of rope, she worked around his waist and downwards. She loved the sight of the ropes digging into his muscles and framing his body, multiple strands running around his crotch and imprisoning his toned ass in the back and his erect member in the front. Even if he wasn't willing to admit it after a year, he was still smitten with her and would come to her at the snap of her fingers.

She would make him hers, her personal rope puppet as she wants him.