Kinktober 2021 days 21-25      

Content Warnings: BDSM, consensual, bondage, F/m, femdom, healthy communication, safe word

Sinister/Spider

“So, I was thinking,” said Kevin.

“Uh oh,” said the woman currently in the process of tying him up. “What have I told you about trying to think, chico? Thinking is my job. Your job is to behave and do what you’re told.”

Maria punctuated her words by cinching off the rope attaching his ankle to the bed. It was his last remaining free limb. Now Kevin was trapped, spread-eagled and at his girlfriend’s mercy.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” he said. They weren’t in the middle of a scene; Maria was just practicing her rope-tying. She watched carefully as he struggled and strained against the bondage, happy to see them hold firm without discomforting her sub.

“I was thinking about getting a pet spider.”

“A spider?” Maria hopped up on the bed and snuggled into the crook of Kevin’s outstretched arm. She was dressed in a tank top and pajama pants; Kevin was in a pair of cotton shorts and a plain white tee-shirt. He shivered delightfully as Maria traced one finger across his chest. “Why a spider? Do you want webs around here so it’s not just you getting all tied up?”

“Well, we’ve talked about getting a pet before. But we both agreed that a dog would probably be too much work, or at least distract us from our… hobbies.”

Maria giggled, letting her hand travel closer and closer to Kevin’s crotch. “You’re the only puppy I need, corazoncito.”

“And we’re both allergic to cats.”

Maria’s answer was a gentle kiss to his neck.

“And,” he said between little giggles, “you hate snakes or lizards.”

“Dude, for the last time. I don’t hate snakes or lizards, I just don’t like scales, okay? Feeling them just—it weirds me out for some reason. I like the animals, but I don’t want to touch them or—look too closely at them. Okay?”

Kevin laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I got it, don’t worry Maestra. I’m just messing with you.”

“When I have you all tied up and at my mercy? How bold.” Her hand arrived at Kevin’s private parts and gave them a light squeeze.

Maria smiled as her boyfriend shivered and shook with excitement underneath her. She turned over, wrapping one of her legs over his. Kevin was laughing as she gave him another kiss, this one aimed at his cheek.

“But seriously,” he continued. “My cousin used to have a pet tarantula. I used to watch in its little plastic… cage thing.”

“Enclosure?”

“Yeah, that. It was pretty cool. And it didn’t take that much work either. Some basic maintenance stuff. Feeding, keeping the room at the right temperature, that sort of thing. And they aren’t that dangerous. The species you can get as pets aren’t venomous enough to bother you more than a mildly bad bee sting.”

Maria thought about it, letting silence fall as her hand left Kevin’s crotch and go back to tracing circles around his navel.

“You’re just thinking of getting enough rope to turn this spread-eagle tie into a rope web, aren’t you?”

A laugh. “How did you know?”

“It’s the kind of thing your sinister mind would leap to.”

Maria gave him a pat on the stomach and sat back up. There was more rope on the other end of the bed. “You know me so well. But I’ll think about this spider thing too. It sounds like a good idea.”

Help/Duct Tape 

“Oh, damn it. This is why I hate duct tape.”

“Mmmph?”

“You shush, this will just take… me… a… second… Ah, damn it!”

Kevin couldn’t see exactly what was going on. He couldn’t see much of anything beyond a thin sliver of light on the bottom edge of the blindfold he was wearing. But the noises directly in front of him, in the general area of where Maria had just finished taping his hands together into a single long fin of his flat fingers, suggested she was having trouble ripping off the end of the duct tape.

Maria had used rope to bind Kevin’s legs and torso to the chair’s legs and back but preferred to use tape when she went the extra mile to restrain Kevin’s fingers. It was pretty much the only thing she ever used tape for.

“Ugh,” Maria snarled. “Here, help me with this.”

Kevin abruptly felt the ball gag in his mouth leave and fall to his neck. The sound of tape being pulled off the roll grew closer to his head until.

“Bite down,” Maria ordered.

Kevin obeyed, letting Maria use his mouth to finish ripping the tape off the roll. A small amount of it made contact with his tongue. It tasted terrible.

“There we go,” Maria said. She finished wrapping the remains of the tape around Kevin’s fingers, then patted his head. “Good chico.”

Hunt/Cage

“Charleston,” said Kevin. It wasn’t really necessary to use his safe word, the scene was long over and the mood well and truly dead. Still, Kevin wanted to be very clear that he was being entirely serious.

Maria set the finally opened chastity cage aside and met Kevin’s eyes. There was a guilty look in her eye, even though she knew as well as he did that this had been a freak accident.

“I’m not wearing one of those long-term again,” Kevin pointed at the discarded chastity cage. “For a little while during a scene, sure. But nothing longer than that. It was fun while it lasted, but I don’t want to have to go around hunting for the key again.”

“Agreed,” Maria answered. “And I’m really, really sorry this happened.”

Kevin waved his hand. “You don’t need to apologize; it was just as much my fault as it was yours.”

It had been an honest accident. Kevin wore the chastity cage for a full week before what was supposed to be an extended teasing session. Maria had it all planned out. She’d worn his favorite sexy boots, a red PVC pair that travelled to just past her knees, along with a tight leather miniskirt. Just above that was a red underbust corset, with a lacy top worn on top that covered just enough for Maria to go out clubbing without looking too out of place.

Of course, she hadn’t been planning to go out clubbing. Maria switched into this sexy outfit while Kevin was out doing errands she sent him on. When he came back to their apartment to find her waiting on the recliner, booted legs crossed and a steamy look in her eye, he nearly dropped those bags.

But it was on the balcony when it happened. Maria took the necklace with the key on it off to twirl it in her fingers, as she had done a dozen times this past week. Their conversation had been playful right up until the point where Kevin playfully made a grab at the key, as he had done dozens of times this past week. Maria quickly darted her hand out of the way, only for her smile to freeze as the thin chain of her necklace when flying off her fingers, out onto the lawn behind their apartment building.

Kevin was in no danger of needing to cut the cage off his cock. He and Maria weren’t stupid. They had a spare key hanging from a magnet on the refrigerator, easily reached if either of them needed it. That did not mean they wanted the kids who played both kinds of football in the yard most afternoons to stumble across the main one.

Besides, Maria really liked that necklace.

The most embarrassing part of searching through the grass had not been asking the guy mowing to hold off on that part of the lawn until they could find it. Nor had it been when he stopped mowing entirely to help him look. No, that would be when the elderly church-going neighbors stepped outside to help look. Followed by the middle-aged mom and her ten- and seven-year-old sons.

At least the kids didn’t see anything strange about her sexy outfit. Maria was pretty sure the occasional knowing looks the various adults tossed toward her and Kevin were only about the vanilla parts of the sexy times Maria had planned, not the kinky parts. But you never knew. Kevin and Maria tried to keep their fun times down, but the walls in this apartment building weren’t as thick as they could be.

“I understand,” Maria said. She was still wearing her now scuffed up boots. “But I still feel bad. I should have been a lot more careful with the key. And I completely agree that we shouldn’t do this again in the future. And… I know you were hesitant about trying out long-term chastity in the first place.”

Kevin smiled and drew closer. “I had more fun than I thought it would—until the end, obviously.”

Maria giggled. “Obviously.”

“But yeah, I would definitely be more comfortable if we didn’t try this again.” He put his arms around Maria’s waist, took a few seconds to enjoy the feel of the corset, and gave Maria a kiss. “It just sucks it happened when it did. I really, really liked where you were going with things.”

Maria’s arms settled around Kevin’s neck. “I think I can still have some fun with you, chico.” She drew him into a second kiss. “But there’s something you need to do first.”

“What’s that Maestra?”

Maria pulled away from the embrace, taking on an imperious air as she did. She snapped her fingers and pointed downwards. “My boots, chico. Can’t you see how dirty they are? They need to be cleaned. Now. There’s a clean rag next to the oven. Chop chop.”

Kevin, smiling as wide as Maria, obeyed.

Cursed/Skeleton

As much as she loved both Halloween and Día de Muertos, Maria did not enjoy decorating her home for the holidays. She would put up a few spooky ornaments for trick or treaters if she lived in a place that got trick or treaters (there were only the Stewart kids from downstairs in the unit), but that was it.

Decorating herself for Halloween and Día de Muertos was another story.

She’d been painting her bodysuit for weeks. Solid white bones from neck to ankle, with matching socks and gloves to go with it. Keeping them, all looking neat and tidy was tricky, and she had to start over a few times, but she managed it in the end. Then it was just a question of painting her own face. The skull had to cover nearly all of her face, and a dark black to match the non-bone sections of the body shit covered the rest.

The result was spectacular. Maria was a walking, talking skeleton. Perfect for the Halloween party she and Kevin would be off to once she was done with his costume.

Because decorating other people for Halloween and Día de Muertos was something else Maria loved to do. Especially when that other people was Kevin.

“Hold still,” she commanded with a light smack to Kevin’s thigh. “Stop smiling when I’m painting the skin around your mouth, it makes things harder.”

“Sorry,” Kevin said, ignoring the order to hold still to talk. “It tickles.”

“Do I have to curse you with silence, skeleton-boy? I can do that right now, you know. I have a ball gag right over there. White, to match the costume. We can even say it’s a bone unique to you.”

“Sounds like fun to me.”

They didn’t add the ball gag, in the end. Maria didn’t want Kevin to drool over his chin and ruin that part of the face paint.

She did, however, make him pay for all that twitching he did when she was painting him.

His bodysuit left his ass white and black on the outside, but beneath that it was bright red.

Mistake/Self Bondage 

“I’m sorry, how much time did you say was between the first key incident and second one?”

Kevin let out a long, low sigh and did his best to ignore his dominant girlfriend’s giggles next to him. “It was two weeks, to the day, after the first one. And they both happened this month.”

Across from them sat friends of theirs, Dr. and Mr. Walker. They were a married couple about half a decade older than Maria and Kevin. They’d come to the party dressed as Wonder Woman and Batman, in store bought costumes that they all agreed weren't quite as impressive as Maria's work turning her and Kevin into skeletons.

The two couples met at a meetup for like-minded kinksters a few months ago. The two pairs of dommes and their sub partners became fast friends. They had a lot in common, in terms of their dynamics and a lot of their interests, although Maria and Kevin had a bit more experience on the BDSM front.

“Let me get this straight.” Dr. Carol Walker was rubbing her temples, chuckling. Her tiara bobbed up and down with the motion. “Exactly two weeks after the two of you flung your chastity key off your balcony, you—” she pointed at Kevin, “—locked yourself to your refrigerator with the handcuff key out of reach.”

“I thought I’d have enough reach when the door was open!” Kevin was shaking his head but unable to keep the grin off his own face. Maria put a comforting hand on his shoulder, rubbing it gently before leaning her head on his other shoulder.

“It’s alright, buddy,” said Dennis, Carol’s husband. “You should hear about the time I met my in-laws without realizing I was still wearing a collar.”

That set Carol off into real laughter. “And he didn’t even lose the key, he just forgot he was wearing it!”

The next few minutes passed like that, with each member of the foursome trading embarrassing stories, both kinky and not, until the laughter faded back into more general conversation.

“So, is anything else new going on with you?” Carol asked.

Maria thought about it. “We’re getting a pet tarantula soon.”