Shibari: Tied for Master Part 1

I walk you by the hand through the open door, admiring your elegance and grace. A short black Japanese-style silk robe with golden sakura. I know you’re not wearing anything under the kimono. I ordered you to dress like that. The silk ends above your knees, whispering to your thighs of a hot encounter to come.

The room I’ve prepared greets you with a nice warm light, and patterns of fire on the walls, punctuated by candles placed in different corners. The beautiful snow-white glow of your skin in the candlelight already mesmerizes me. And this is just foreplay.

We reach the center of the room, and I turn you to face me. Your eyes question my desires, but are full of trust. I let my hands linger on your waist.

You try to speak, and I lift my hand, gently pressing my finger against your lips to silence you. My finger slides down your cheek, outlining the soft line of your neck. My lips follow in the same direction. Slow, gentle kisses adorn your neck with the warmth of my lips.

As I continue to explore your body with my lips, my hands release the waistband of your silk outfit and I gently push it off your shoulders so it falls to the floor. Naked and beautiful. Sizing you up.

Only now I notice you’re standing on tiptoe. You do that every time I touch you. Stretching upward as if trying to get closer to me, into my arms.

Your body in front of me is perfect. Snow-white skin that begs to be kissed and caressed. I walk around you. My light touches touch your shoulders as I stand behind you. Gently bestowing a wet kiss on your left shoulder.

Reaching up to the ceiling and pulling down the first rope. It’s soft, but extremely strong. I carefully tie it around your shoulder, looping it twice, tying a secure knot. Then, as I kiss your neck once more, you tilt your head forward and down in an act of submissive submission to the work of my hands.

I move back and forth, left and right, from one hand to the other, moving down to your wrists, and listen as your breathing quickens slightly with anticipation. Then, with a quick tug on the rope, your hands come together tightly behind your back, your shoulder blades touching, your wrists and forearms coming together in beautiful symmetry.

I take the rope and stand in front of you, wrapping it around your waist and stomach, reaching behind you to intertwine with the binding of your arms. Each time I do this, our bodies touch. My naked breasts press against the warmth of your chest, and it sends an electric pulse. Waves of desire travel down my rib cage, to my abs, and into my groin, awakening my primal passion.

I pay close attention to every inch of your body until your waist, torso, and breasts are shrouded in bindings and knots. Your upper body is fully bound, your eyes shining with happiness at the feeling of submission. The way the rope gently digs into your skin and proudly juts out your womanly breasts makes my arousal grow.

I lean in and our lips meet. A wandering kiss, frank and deep. My hand finds your breast and gently teases the nipple, which tenses enthusiastically and I quickly squeeze it.

You bite my lip with a low moan, and I squeeze my nipple again, a little longer and harder. Your body swayed slightly within your restraints, as if you’d had too much to drink and had time to get tipsy. I smile, pleased with such emotion at your actions, pulling away from our kiss.

I feel you reach for me to continue the kiss, and I respond with a sharp slap to your chest. My fingerprints are instantly visible, marking my displeasure. I am the Master here. And I do as I please! You gasp at the momentary pain, followed by the heat spreading across your soft skin, and I clench your jaw tightly, meeting your gaze with mine.

Don’t allow yourself any liberties. You are a doll in my hands, and I play with you. Forget your desires. There is only my control over you,” my words are spoken in a harsh but even tone, and as I watch you submit to my punishment with my eyes, I grab your shoulders and gently lower you to my lap.

Our gazes are still together. Watching you savor my control, yielding to me. Your eyes silently ask me to completely dominate you. You are ready and eager for submission. My complete power.

Stepping back from you, I stare at your body, savoring the lovely curves intertwined with the velvet lines of the rope binding you. My hands reach for your pants, the sound of the zipper unzipping, the button, the belt and they fall down. Standing right in front of you. Not hiding my rising desire. I read the look of need on your face as you stare at my hardness and your lips open, your voice quiet and pleading.

Please give it to me, I want it,” you ask.

Your eyes express conflicting emotions, fear of further punishment, in conflict with your desperation to ask for your desire to nestle into my hardness.

I move closer, bringing my hot, hard cock closer to your face. My fingers gently touch your cheek before I pull away and slap your chest sharply.

– Shh!

My one word stops you halfway to your goal. With those words, I clutch your hair tightly. My fingers run down their length and hold you tightly as my other hand touches your chin and I open your jaw. Your lips open and the blush on your cheeks catches my attention for a moment. I open your mouth and hold you perfectly still, bringing the head of my cock close to your tongue but not touching. Playing with you. Igniting the fires of desire. Controlling everything, even your thoughts.