Femboy Knotting の小説・ストーリー

He looks up at me in surprise, "You think?" "Yeah-my Dad would have said that you've got saltwater running in your veins," I lean forward and show him the next knot, "Next one is called a stopper knot. This one is what you would tie at the end after a bowline if you were securing a lot of weight onto it."

"Yea...I know. Its ok...I'm ready." For the next 5 minutes he hammered into her circling his hips to stretch her a bit more so when he swelled she'd be capable of withstanding the large knot that would form near the head of his cock, locking them together indefinitely. He wanted her to orgasm right when he knotted, that way it would be more pleasurable for her. This would be the first time he'd ever been able to knot inside a female. Any other woman he'd been with he had always worn a condom and pulled out before he knotted. This was something special between mates only, something he and his brother had saved jist for their destined one.

In the center of cords was a Celtic nine knot that had Siobhan’s luckenbooth and then the Urquhart and Saints emblems on either side of it. Knuckles wiped away tears from Nessie’s cheeks. “It’s perfect, lass. Oh, I love me girls.” Nessie said softly. “You’re a lucky woman, sister.” Ciara said moving Knuckles hand to Nessie’s. “Blessed by the goddess, blessed by love and blessed by me.” She draped the flat knot over their joined left hands and wrapped the remaining cords artfully around their hands and wrists three times. “I bind these two, she to he and he to she. By power of three, so mote it be.”

He had his knot out and was stroking it while watching her hungrily. This made me fuck her harder until she was a trembling mess over my knot. The toy kept fluttering inside her until she came hard, clenching around me before squirting hard. I came soon after, draining all the seed my knot had stored for her. My knot inflated with fresh seed while pulsing harder inside her, locking us together. Isabelle lay wasted in my arms, trembling and spent from the orgasm. Aiden groaned, reaching his release. He stood up and shot his seed all over her chest and stomach before collapsing back in his seat, his knot still hanging out of his pants.

’ ‘I don’t think I’m into this,’ said Mitch. Bobby tied a knot in the cord, just below Mitch’s throat. ‘See, this makes sure the rope won’t tighten up and strangle you. And it’s silk. It won’t burn you at all.’ Now he ran the other end of the rope down along Mitch’s deep, carved chest, across the ridges of his abdomen,. He pushed his thighs apart and looped the cord under and around Mitch’s balls and tied another knot. All the time Bobby was doing this, Mitch was saying, ‘What are you doing?’ again and again. He sounded worried.

Thе raw materials: 6mm dеер rеd саrnеlіаn rоund fасеtеd beads. Puppy sat on the kіtсhеn flооr аnd gаvе hеr a ріесе of ԛuаrtеr іnсh rоре. I ѕhоwеd Puрру how to tіе thе tуре оf knоt bеtwееn thе beads. Thіѕ wоuld ensure thаt if thе cord did break, all thе bеаdѕ wоuld nоt spill tо the grоund. Puppy soon mаѕtеrеd thе knot wіth thе rope. I then gave her thе appropriate red ѕіlk соrd to string hеr nесklасе. Or іf уоu рrеfеr.... соllаr, Puрру рrасtісеd wіth this.

“But wait. Hold up…” He winces as Kate tightens the jump-rope restraints, which have been inspired by Nurse Judy’s improvisation. She ties off the jump ropes behind his chair with a secure knot she learned from grade-school Girl Scouts. Her brain, freely associating, briefly recalls the Forever KnotTM that Nate used to tie up her boot laces back in Camp Unplugged, and she appreciates how ironic it is that she’s giving him a similar one now. “Why do your arms feel so tiny?” Nate asks.

“Not having any loose ends.” “Me too,” Evan retorted. “Are you sure?” Heath asked, tilting his head to the side. “Is that why you’re running after Julia now?” Evan glared at Heath, who was still smirking. I looked around and found the other families giving us curious looks. “I’ll do it,” I said firmly, snatching the ties from their hands. I knelt down and started securing our legs together, making sure the knots were tight but not too tight. I even added a little bow at the end because it looked cuter that way.

Taking the last length of rope, Zane fashioned a knot that he settled right on her clit, pulling hard to tighten it and put pressure on every one of her sensitive spots. Last, he tied off the end using the length of rope circling her waist. Now the thick cord was abrading every one of her sensitive spots. He wished he had something secure in the ceiling to hook her to, but a quick glance upward showed him nothing but a ceiling fixture, certainly not strong enough to bear her weight.

Dahlia's POV I need to fix the dress. I cut off the back area of the dress, wring it tight before tying a knot in the middle. It's now an irregular bandeau to tie over my breasts from behind. The knot in the middle of my chest, and its two ends draping down my back, one side a little longer than the other. The skirt area is too tight, so I can only fold it along its diagonals into a longer triangle before I sew it around my waist.