Priceless

[FurryFury]

The look on his face after you've wrapped him up in saran wrap and played with him for a long time, after you ask him, while holding a nice big sharp shiny knife, "Would you like me to cut your cock?"

Wait for his intake of breath. Watch his eyes.

Then add, "You know, out of the wrap so I can really fuck you. "

*grins*

It's even better when, despite the spikes of fear, that run through his body's nerves he says yes. He is trusting you with his manhood and his desire is raging enough to make him want to fuck so very desperately.

Then of course, running the dull side of the knife along his cock is lovely too, such lovely reactions. *sighs*

[her_Joe]

I once cut the clothes off a woman. She was tense, twitchy, then passionate .... loved it.

Yeah it was an expensive moment of spontaneity, but I loved her reaction even more.

I would like to work it in as part of a rape/kidnap fantasy. Thanks for the jog to the imagination.

her_Joe

[FurryFury]

Sounds pretty yummy!!! I WISH someone would do that to me!

Any time you want a "jog" I'm happy to help. LOL!

Fury

[Rabbit1]

I admit that is the ultimate trust ---trusting a woman with your man hood---but I prefer tearing the clothes off or my sub---afraid I might sneeze if I cut them off with a knife --could be a messy oppsss---lol

[Katmandu]

Heh, Heh, I love the way you think, rabbit!

My biggest fear, when He immobilized me once, was that I had to pee. Peeing in my pants, on my computer chair, in my bedroom, with the kids around.....would have just been messy~smelly~ruinous~and DEFINITELY not erotic.

Thanks the gods He felt the same way and let me go in time!

[FurryFury]

I'm just trying to make sure the man has his fun now and then, being wrapped rated a 3 on his interest evaluation. I just had to add a few elements to the whole thing.

Did you know he is almost temperature play phobic? I mean he is just hypersensitive to temperature variations. Imagine him all wrapped up watching me play with a lighter and candle.

"Do you think you can handle this with all that plastic?" I ask. I watch his face and eyes carefully, this, is my joy in scenes like this.

Placing a cold plate on top of his chest, I tear some saran wrap and put in on the plate.

"Wait let's make sure the saran wrap won't combust before you answer." I say oh so faux casually, while smiling at him while dripping the wax.

"Looks safe enough, now, do you think you can handle it?" *raises brows and waits for it, his reluctance, his fear and finally his acquiescence* That is beautiful to me. It moves me and excites me.

My hand is steady. I'm very safely conscious like all Girl Scouts, Rabbit 1.

As for peeing Katmandu? That is an interesting area to me. It's come up too many times IMO with us. That is what towels are for. *grr* I sometime think of it as a fear that stops us from getting to where we want to go, you know (?), mostly with strap on sex. It frustrates me. Almost as much as not having someone do these same sort of things to me.

Fury