(SMUT) 26 Days of Kinks

Day 17 - Muscle Worship / Suspension / Praise Kink

Changbin groaned as he flopped down on the couch next to you, he stunk of sweat, “How was your workout?” you asked.

“Exhausting,” he responded, “but worth it.” he flexed slightly before groaning again.

“You sore?” you asked.

“Yeah a little bit.”

“Only a little?” you asked, a devious idea coming to mind, “Does that mean you could do a little more?”

“I-I mean maybe, why?”

“Well I just wanted to see how strong you were getting, I mean your body has been looking so great recently I think you should show me how much you’ve improved.”

He perked up at the praise, “Well what did you have in mind?” the question was all it took and soon enough you had him right where you wanted him. He was standing stark naked in the middle of the room, a soft rope wrapped around each of his wrists, tying them together before you looped the rope over a hook on the ceiling and pulled until his arms were raised high above his head. You pulled slightly more, just enough to make it so he was standing on his toes before you tied off the rope. He whined at the stretch and shifted around as best he could.

“You look so handsome, Binnie.” you ran your hands over his body, his stomach was toned with the ghost of abs and his chest was well defined but what you really loved were his arms. You watched as he strained against the ropes, the position already wearing on him.

He whined again as he kept shifting, “Hurts.” he mumbled.

“You know your safeword baby don’t be afraid to use it.” you reminded, he shook his head before taking a deep breath and steeling himself against the pain. As sore as these positions made him, he loved the praise you gave him when you tied him up like this. And praise him you did, you went on about how handsome you thought he looked and how much you loved to see his muscles straining as he tried to maintain the position, his cock growing impossibly hard with every word you spoke.

“P-Please touch me, mistress.” he whimpered out, bucking his hips slightly for emphasis.

You ran your fingers through his hair, “Like this?” you asked, taunting him and drawing another whine out of him.

“N-no mistress, please.”

“Where do you want me to touch you then, Binnie?” you asked. He hesitated, opening his mouth and closing it again a couple of times before keeping it closed. “Fine then, I guess you don’t really want to be touched.” you said, taking your hands off of him and taking a step back.

He whined loudly, “No, wait, please.” he struggled as best he could against the ropes.

“Well then I suggest you answer.”

“Please.” he whined, “Please just touch me.”

“Where, Binnie?”

“Anywhere, please I just need-” you cut him off, placing a hand gently on his throat.

“That was the correct response, Bin, you don’t get to tell me where to touch you.” you said, squeezing his throat just enough to make him struggle for breath.

“I-I’m sorry mistress.” he choked out.

“Good.” you stepped away, you could see his legs starting to tremble from the stress of the position. “Should we tie you up differently?” you asked, “As much as I love to see you strain like this I think we should give your legs a break.”

“Yes, mistress, thank you mistress.” he whined gratefully as you pulled your hand off of his throat and walked over to where you had tied off the rope. You undid the knot and lowered his arms slowly, his legs giving out slightly as you lowered the rope until he could kneel down. Once you were sure he was steady you released the rope entirely before walking back over to him.