Time by ourselves this afternoon led to this:
Those are my ankles/legs, bound my some more of Master's handi-work with the pretty purple rope. My hands were also bound with purple rope and tied to the bed.
After He finished photographing His knots, Master gave me a beating. He used His hand, the shoe horn, Mr. Blister, and finally, Mr. Cane.
As usual, Mr. Cane made me cry. He's mean, Mr. Cane...so mean.
But I find it very exciting, having my legs bound like that while He hurts me. The immobility adds to the sense of helplessness and being at His mercy. And, having my legs pressed together causes a rather intense physical sensation...very stimulating.
The only drawback to this type of bondage, is that He can't fuck me. And He likes to fuck me while He beats me...so He removed the rope from around my legs about halfway through in order to have access, so to speak.
To sum things up, I was bound, beaten, fucked, and in the end, rewarded with a huge orgasm.
Time by ourselves is a good thing, indeed.