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.)  😉

…and so it was that soft hands met hard cock and proceeded to make it hardER.

When his tell-tale flex told me he was close, I stopped moving my hands.  I gently pinched his slit shut so nothing could escape (because who wants to wash the sheets on a day meant for other things?), then watched the shudders contract up and down his turgid flesh, swelling and receding in a coiling wave until the trapped-flow pulsing of his cum subsided.  (So it was a _slightly_ ruined orgasm.  *shrug*  If you’re gonna play at FemDom tropes you may as well get into the spirit of the thing, right?  😉 )

Once he found his voice again, he said two things:

First:  (with post-orgasmic groggy confusion)  “It’s like it’s Christmas.”  To which I replied, “Yes.  This year Christmas has cum early.”

AND

Second:  (when he was finished laughing and had squirmed free of his makeshift bonds)  “Well, that’s not really what I was expecting my rope splices to be used for.”

“Ahhh…” I replied with a wink.

“But you’re such a nauti boy.”

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😀 You might say we’re each a bit of both. 😀

(Which means Santa never knows quite what to do with us.)

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This ends my annual post-a-day Christmas week marathon.  If you’ve missed it, or want to revisit this year’s festivities, click on one of the links below.

Chocolate Arousal
Blanket
F/m Radio: Second Set
:: powerlessness :: (yes, I’m counting this ~ it was stressful)
Very, Very BAD
Up To…

and, of course, today’s bit of nauti-ness

MERRY CHRISTMAS