It’s called an eye splice. Rope is braided back in on itself, forming a loop. This helps maintain its strength and therefore increases its longevity for nautical use.
He’s been practicing the technique for weeks.
“They look like bondage equipment,” I’d said to him when he first showed me his efforts.
This morning I decided his two double-ended flemish eyes would be put to use as such.
So, in perfect FemDom {t}rope form, I
- rolled him, still half-asleep, onto his side
- used the largest loop to encircle his ankles
- connected the medium-loop length of splicing through the other end
- cuffed him
- trussed him
- and fucked him
At first, I just sat back – grinning – and admired my bright-work. I wasn’t really intending to do much more than that.
But when I pulled his pajama pants down, I noticed that a certain part of his body was much more awake than the rest of him.
“What’s this?” I asked, giving his cock a gentle squeeze.
“Well…” he said in his cheekiest tone, “Now you’ve got me all tied up, I think you’re supposed to do something with that.”
Oh?, I thought. Making fun of FemDom tropes, are we?
(We make fun of a lot of things in a “that’s ridiculous” and “no way I’m falling into that stereotype” kind of way, FemDom-y and otherwise. We also make FUN of things by having fun with them and making them our own.)
(This morning was a bit of both.) 😉
