This morning we went to the home depot and bought more rope. Teetering in a tiny denim miniskirt that revealed the bottom of my ass, I picked out some manila rope. The shop boy stumbled about to cut it. I couldn’t wait to get my rope back home.

Jay prepared it all day. He boiled it, singed it and rubbed it with extra virgin olive oil. His back muscles rippled as he worked through the rope, softening the fibers. His fingers massaged the rope, making it ready for my skin. I couldn’t wait to feel the rope on my skin, an artist’s fingers touching my skin as he tucked and pulled.

The ropes weren’t ready yet. They have to sit overnight… Tonight he wrapped a harness around me with black synthetic rope. I love the contrast of black on my skin. Don’t you? Jay does too. He couldn’t keep his body off me, and I was powerless to resist. He fucked my mouth and my cunt, then came all over my face.