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Rope Bites She opened the door and greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She stepped back and he took her in. She had on a short-sleeved blouse and a loose-fitting skirt. He caught a glimpse of a small shiny toe ring and smiled to himself. She led him into the living room and slid the coffee table out of the way. He set down his bag and removed his shoes. “I want to know just what is so magical about that rope.” She spoke. “The magic isn't in the rope at all but in the exchange between the two who share it.” He replied. Putting her wrist together she said, “Show me.” “Is that what you want? You want me to tie you up?” he asked. “Yes, I want you to tie me up…please.” She said with an incredible smile. He placed a few pillows from the sofa on the floor and motioned for her to kneel. He knelt down in front of her and asked, “Are you ready?” She nodded. Once again, he asked, “You want me to tie you up with my rope? I need you to tell me.” Quietly she replied, “Yes sir I want you to tie me with your rope.” He opened his bag and unbundled several hanks of jute rope. Oatmeal is colored and smells of toasted grains and spices. She admired the order and symmetry of the rope all bundled and piled next to him. “The art of rope bondage is as old as the Samurai. A rope was the most effective and efficient way to bind and move prisoners of war.” He spoke as he uncoiled the first bundle. He took her hands and looked into her eyes. He leaned in as if he might kiss her. Her heart raced as he had never once tried to kiss her before but he just paused. “I am going to begin in a moment. I want you to tell me if you are uncomfortable or feel any kind of panic. It is best to not wait to tell me if you need me to stop, slow down, or even untie you. Your safety and enjoyment are important to me. Do you understand?” he asked. “Yes sir, I understand,” she said with a nod. He nodded in affirmation and smiled. Inches away and he just took a deep breath. They were so close together that he seemed to draw her very breath from her. She closed her eyes and her heart was pounding so loud, she was certain he could hear it. He repositioned her hands so they stacked one atop the other in front of her. She then felt the rope slowly coil around her wrists. “Japanese rope bondage migrated West in the 1900’s” he continued with the history lesson. His steady and calm voice seemed to slow the pounding in her chest. “Bondage and sex seem most prevalent in Western culture but it goes back to the Edo period in Japan.” He said as he continued to work. She began to relax as he drew the rope around her arms just above the elbows in a loop. His hands were warm and firm as he passed the rope underneath the starting point at her wrist. She opened her eyes and he began a second loop further up her arms finishing the second loop once again and ending at the center point. He cinched the two loops with a simple locking weave. He passed the end of the rope again only now around her biceps this time. The rope and his hands slowly passed over and against her breasts. She closed her eyes again and could feel her nipples begin to harden. She wished he had asked about taking off her blouse but he fell right into his work. Placing a hand on her shoulder he moved behind her grabbing another neat bundle and flicking it open it unravels to the floor. He kneels behind her and crosses her shoulders with his arm. He pulls her close from behind and tightly to his chest. He pauses and once again takes a long deep breath. She can feel his heart beating against her back. He holds her close for what seems like forever but notices that at some point her heart has now fallen into sync with his. Her breathing has also matched his and she has effectively melted into his embrace. He joined the two ropes now and began to cinch the rope that was around her chest by passing it under her arms. Slowly and with deliberation, he moved the rope. Long drawers of his arms move the rope between his fingers. He pauses again and holds her to him. His arm around her shoulders pulled her close and tightly to him. She breathes deeply this time. She isn't sure where the constriction of the rope begins and his embrace ends. He slowly shifts her onto her side. He repositions her legs and his fingers trace his knots and the lines. His hand brushes her face and comes to rest on her hip. She wonders what he must be thinking. Is she his captive geisha? Maybe she was the prize or spoils of a Samurai warrior’s raid? Perhaps she was like Degas or Picasso to him? Her mind was unusually calm despite the fact she had allowed this man permission to tie her up and now she lay bound before him. “How does it feel?” she whispered, afraid to break his concentration and the soft mood. He hummed softly and finally spoke, “It is not a feeling but a place. Deep inside the mind, there is this place. To accept the surrender of another and to carefully guard it and accept it as a gift.” “You enjoy the power and manipulation, don’t you?” she asked softly. “To manipulate by definition is to handle skillfully and with great care. Yes, there is a thrill to attempting to control something that you cannot actually control. Arrogant rulers don’t realize that control is an illusion. True power comes from the surrender and willingness of others.” He explained. She sighed and he took a deep breath. He traced the edge of her jawline and pressed his hand against her face. He rested both of his hands on her hip as she lay on her side. “Are you ready to go one?” he asked. His voice Startled her despite the soft volume of the question. “Yes sir, please,” she said with a nod. He slid his hand along her thigh stopping at her knee. She shifted her leg to meet his change of position. His hand now traveled to her ankle and the other hand grasped another bundle or rope and unraveled it. He looped the rope around her ankle and began to pull her ankle toward the back of her thigh and slipped her skirt up slightly. She drew a sharp breath and he paused. “I can do this another way if you like.” He said gently. She hesitated for a moment expecting him to continue accepting her silence as agreement. He relaxed his grip and the tension of the rope. “No, please. I really want to give you this. I’m ready, just go slow.” She pleads. He again grasps her ankle and tightens the rope. She slowly opens her knees as he pulls the rope taut against the inside of her thigh. Her breath slows and her heartbeat quickens. She smiles remembering she was wearing her favorite lingerie set. She hadn’t really intended to show them off but his gentle hands and the bite of the rope were so strong. She looked up and caught his face, it was full of intent and involvement as he worked the rope slowly and with purpose. It was as if he was following the rope, guiding it more than commanding it in the same way her body now yielded to his gentle gestures and positioning. Her nipples were puckering up again and now as he tied her leg, she realized she couldn’t pull her knees together to prevent the slow flow of her own body betraying her. He worked her leg into a bent configuration much like that of a frog’s leg before it leaps. He was careful to not fully expose her but just the leg jutted out uncovered from her skirt. He paused again to breathe deeply. One hand was always in contact, it seemed at times he had more than one as the fingers did the work of knotting and pulling. He repositioned her so she was now on her back and her right leg was flat-footed to the floor her left leg straight. Despite her current state, there was no fear or panic just space almost hollowed out or built merely with the ropes. Her body is the foundation and his hands are the tools that have now built the framework. He admired her as if she were an amazing piece of artwork. His hands pulled at the ropes adjusting the knots, fingers tracing the knots and grazing her exposed skin. Once more he unfurls a bundle of jute rope and moves to tie the left leg in the same manner as the right. His hands were firm and steady as he continued to work. The movements felt like thin strips of linen pulled over her skin. The existing lines that bound her have begun to feel like they had always embraced her. He shifted her leg and began to push it toward her ass. She let her knees fall apart as she let gravity take its course and her thoughts drifted to just being immobilized. Vulnerable and exposed yet no sense of fear or anxiety. His presence was more in her mind than in her body. She began to feel the transition as her mind and body exchanged the small moment of surrender to just being in the moment. It was akin to the feeling you get as a plane slip under the effects of gravity and becomes airborne. The small exchange in the brain that says you are no longer bound to the earth but have taken flight by an indescribable force. She had lost all track of time and at some point, he had closed her knees and turned her hips to place her on her side. He was once again surveying his work and the landscape her body had taken on as she lay on the floor. He grabbed the ropes at her chest and shoulders and pulled her gently onto her knees. He was now behind her and his arm wrapped around her shoulders so that her chin rested on his chin. She felt surprised to feel his heart beating against her back. His breathing was slow and deep as he pressed his face into the space where her neck meets the top of her shoulder. Finally, he spoke softly, his voice somewhat far away, “Are you ready for me to remove your ropes?” “Not really so don’t hurry.” She whispered to him. He gently returned her to the floor and once again his hands began to work the knots only in reverse this time. He slowly pulled the rope through the twists and bends. The process was the same in removing as it was in tying. He returned to her legs and began. Slowly, deliberately, and with as much feeling as in the beginning his hands removed the rope. The sensual dragging over her skin as he guided it and recovered it was arousing her but not just her body but so much more. Goosebumps began to form and again her nipples hardened and she ached mind body and soul. He caressed her legs and then vigorously worked the muscles of her thigh and calf. He extended the right leg and repeated the process on the left leg. She became aware of how wet she was and how he must have noticed but he never a suggestion or hint of sex despite her inability to stop him. What an incredible ménage a trio between him, her, and the rope. He smoothed and straightened her skirt and then turned his attention to her arms tied across her body. He paused for one last look before he moved her to a seated position and slowly undid his work. The ropes now piled around his space. Orderly little spots filled with coils that held her yet seemingly set her free. She could hear him hum as he removed the last of the rope. He massaged her arms and embraced her. Reaching into his bag he removes a blanket and drapes it over her shoulders. He held her for a while wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she leaned back into him. His head rests on her shoulder and once again he breathes deeply. He is still and doesn’t move until she realizes that her heart has, in fact, joined his in a synchronous rhythm. Their breaths ebbed and flowed like the tide. He shifts his weight and stands to extend his hand to her. He pulls her up to her feet and straightens her blouse. He leans close. “I’m going to kiss you now.” He says almost in a whisper putting his hands on her hips. “I hope that is just the beginning.” She speaks. It was now her turn to steal his breath. She waited just inches from his waiting lips. She grasped the fabric at the shoulders of his shirt and closed the distance between them. ~sirhardnight  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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7/16/2022 12:29 am |
This is very good and safety should also come before and during the artistry.
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Very nice. How can one not admire a culture that has an entire sub-culture dedicated to binding beautiful women in intricate rope bondage? PS: I love the harness, as seen in the photo, but applying one really takes patience.... I love the harness as well. I've been in one before. It takes an extreme amount of patience. That's where meditation comes in handy.  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Very nice. How can one not admire a culture that has an entire sub-culture dedicated to binding beautiful women in intricate rope bondage? PS: I love the harness, as seen in the photo, but applying one really takes patience....
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Very nice piece. I've always liked that period in Japan that combined bondage and sex. The wife as a possession, loved and cared for. Her total responsibility to please her husband.
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4/14/2022 3:07 am |
i like to try that on a slave
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Fantastic post Thx Sir
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i like to hunt for something kinky and find someone willing to try new thing.
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it is an incredible piece and as always the picture adds to the story. thanks.
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Love this piece. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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