#WIPITUP Wednesday – I’d get used to the ropes #BDSM

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Hello Wipsters and welcome back to the home of fetish, kink and BDSM. I’m just about getting into my groove with ‘The Velvet Chair’ and it’s passed the 30,000 words mark. Hurrah! Now to show you where I’m at…

The Velvet Chair

 

sexy blond in beige silk dress sitting on the black armchair

“Aside from the fact that I’ve been forced into a marriage I neither requested nor desired, I find out that my bride has already lied to me. When I asked you what you had taken earlier, when you appeared to be clumsier than a circus clown, you assured me it was just wedding day nerves. This,” he pulled my little bottle of pills from his pocket and rattled them, “is not nothing. Who prescribed them to you?” He had an expression like thunder and his stance at the foot of the bed was intimidating.

“I hardly think that’s any of your…”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. Everything about you is my business now. Do you remember the ‘For richer and poorer, in sickness and in health part,’ or do you have a terribly short memory? How long have you been taking them?”

My clit burned, every nerve ending on my body screamed loudly to be sated, and here we were having an argument about my prescription. Whichever way I looked my road was filled with ninety-foot potholes and broken bridges.

“I can’t remember.” I was actually being truthful. The Ativan had dulled my memories, which was exactly what it was supposed to do. When he continued to stare at me as if I was something unpleasant on the end of his shoe, I found myself saying, “Two months, perhaps?”

He sighed and ran his hand through his hair. Examining the bottle, turning it around and around in his fingertips, he said, “I don’t understand you at all. You say one thing and mean another, and even as I begin to think I’ve pieced the clues together, I find several more parts to the puzzle. I may need more time to unravel you than I thought.”

“Take all the time you need,” I whimpered.

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong. I haven’t got much time at all. I’m going to have to work very quickly, darling. I’ll just have to hope you co-operate.” With that, he threw the bottle against the wall sharply and pills exploded across the room. The rage in that movement should have transferred to his features, but his expression remained smooth and unruffled. He began walking towards me again, rapidly undoing the buttons of his shirt, and as he yanked it from his head my eyes feasted on tanned, smooth muscle. I wanted to touch him. The need to run my hands all over his body was strong and my wrists once again burned as I tugged madly at the velvet ties, but I was going nowhere.

“I want to touch you,” I pleaded, as my arms strained repeatedly at their bondage.

“I know. That’s something you won’t be allowed to do without my permission, and I don’t see you being granted that privilege any time soon, so I’d get used to the ropes. You look so fucking pretty in them, I think they should be a permanent addition to your wardrobe.” He didn’t waste any more time with words. His mouth sought my clit with the tenacity of a heat-seeking missile, and if I was the enemy, I was already being beaten into submission.

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