Fun With Ropes And Clothespins

She imagined the stimulation that the ropes would add, the way they would dig into her skin.

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She was nervous but entirely determined that they would do this. Her pace was quick as she walked from Hardwick’s Market back to Liam’s apartment a few blocks away. The bag with the rope and the clothespins swung nervously in her hand, back and forth and she replayed the interaction with Mrs. Hardwick at the market over and over again in her head.

It was weird, wasn’t it? Did the middle-aged shopkeeper suspect her of not needing a clothesline for actual clothes? Did she guess that her purchases wouldn’t be used at all as intended? Randi chewed on her lip remembering the phrases that they had exchanged. Oh God, would this be something that Mrs. Hardwick would mention to her mom?!

“Oh, by the way, Charlene, Randi stopped in the store today. She picked up some clothesline and clothespins. So many of these young people are so environmentally conscious, trying to reduce their electric consumption.”

And how would her mother respond in return? Probably by busting out laughing with something like:

“My Randi?! She doesn’t have an environmentally conscious bone in her body! She doesn’t even have anywhere to put up a clothesline! Don’t you know, she lives in the basement apartment of her grandmother’s house?”

Randi sighed, trying to dislodge all the unpleasant thoughts from her head as she approached Liam’s house.

He sat outside, on his stoop, smoking a cigarette. He looked up at her approaching and straightened up a bit, furrowing his brow. Yeah, he didn’t expect her just then. She was usually at work at this time of day, but Dr. Landen took off on vacation for a week and his office was closed. He had asked her to come in for a few hours a day and sort through phone messages and call people back, but she ended up with some free time on her hands as well. She decided to use this time to make a special purchase and go over to her boyfriend’s place.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” Liam smiled up at her and stubbed out his cigarette.

“I had some free time,” she swung the shopping bag back and forth, “and picked up something I thought we could play with.” She gave him a wink before she came closer and planted a kiss on his lips.

He peeked inside the bag and his grin grew wider across his face.

“Hot damn, Randi. Get your fine ass inside this minute!”

He gave that fine ass a slap too once she was through the door and ahead of him. Randi giggled, heading right for the bedroom, toeing off her shoes on the way.

They had talked about doing this before, usually laying in bed afterward, sex-drunk and satiated, about how fun it would be to have Randi tied up and used. She liked the idea just as much as Liam did. She imagined the stimulation that the ropes would add, the way they would dig into her skin. On more than one occasion, she had gotten herself off to the idea of being restrained, though she didn’t tell Liam about that. She just decided to take matters into her own hands.

Liam was careful with her though, checking to see whether the knots were too tight around her wrists or her ankles where he secured her to his bed. Having no headboard, he decided to use the metal bed frame underneath the mattress to fasten the ropes. She lay there, splayed out in front of him smiling, the anticipation of what was to come turning her on incredibly. He admired his handiwork, stepping back from the bed and scanning over her before he shed his clothes.

“What about the clothespins?” Randi inquired nervously, straining her head up to look at her boyfriend.

“Oh, baby girl, not everything all at once, alright?” He grinned in a way that assured her he hadn’t forgotten about them.