#Shibari

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. Your eyes beg me, beg me to give you more. To bring you closer, even closer. The moment that seemed an eternity to you was replaced by my pliability. I gave in and my hips slowly moved forward to enter the soft wetness of your mouth. A delicious feeling. The moment when your lips close around me and I feel you sucking greedily. Holding my chin tightly. Almost motionless and helpless, your eyes speak your gratitude as I begin to slowly and firmly enter deep into your mouth. A moan of approval escapes me, and I enter deeper. Your throat relaxes and allows me to enter deeper. I stand still, and after a moment, your gag reflex kicks in. Your eyes water, but you still stare at me in total submission. Pulling back slightly, I thrust again, feeling your tongue circling my head. The pleasure grows, and I let out another moan of pleasure. This time with words: - Good girl. Two simple words, but still you feel grateful. And you suck me harder, desperate for my orgasm. I feel the heat begin to rise in my groin. The tingling in my thighs builds as my orgasm is coming, and I fuck you faster, deeper. You moan along with me, and this time I allow your surrendered expression of pleasure as you work your tongue and lips to get my absolute gift to you. Holding your head perfectly still, my fist still clutching your hair and my other hand holding your jaw. I cry out and slowly thrust, bringing my head to your lips and back into you with final thrusts as I approach imminent orgasm. I'm coming. I cum in your mouth, your greedily provided juicy lips. Wave after wave of orgasm takes me to the limit, and I feel the heat fill your mouth, hit your throat, and fill you completely with my gratitude. I pull away again, letting you suck greedily on the glistening head. The last few drops leave me, and you obediently swallow them. Pulling back, I pull away from your mouth but continue to hold you, lifting your face to look directly at me. Giving you a smile, a silent approval. I wait for words of gratitude... - Thank you, Master, ' you venture, mouthing the words between short, intermittent sighs. Good girl. But this is only the beginning. The obedient slave deserves a little more pleasure, I squeeze the nipple of my toy encouragingly.