“I am more than good with this,” she replied, letting him see the truth of her response in her eyes.
“Good girl,” he said approvingly. “You are no longer restricted. You may speak freely for the rest of this session.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“You’ve gathered quite an audience,” he said, nodding toward the long mirror. She’d almost forgotten that people were behind there. Almost. A deep flush stained her skin from her face to her toes, but she lifted her chin resolutely. “Then let’s give them a show,” she said with far more bravado than she was feeling.
He smiled. “That’s my girl.” He hunkered down in front of her and unhooked the garters holding up her fishnets. They slid downward, pooling around her ankles. “Step out of your shoes, baby.” She did, holding up each foot in turn for him to remove her stockings. Then he straightened, turning her to face away from him, and began unlacing her corset, loosening it enough that it slid down her body all the way to the floor. “Step out, sugar.”
Adam approached, shaking out a long rope and gathering the ends together, folding it in half. He pulled it through his hands to find and grasp the loop. “This is the art of Japanese rope bondage, known as Shibari or Kinbaku,” he explained as if he were teaching a class, “used in seventeenth-century Japan to bind and torture prisoners.”
Holy Moley! Even Dolores cringed at that!
“Turn around, Sunny, and lift your hair.”
She turned so her back was to him, sweeping her hair off her neck with one hand. Hooking his index finger through the loop, he reached around her, placing the double strand of the rope just across the top of her breasts. “The rope is made of natural jute. I prefer it to nylon or silk because it stays put, doesn’t stretch, and it has a nice prickly quality that helps the sub stay focused on her body and the pleasure she is receiving.”
Pulling both ends of the rope behind her, he tugged the free ends through the loop in a lark’s head knot, then repeated the process in the opposite direction, laying a second double strand just above the first, again pulling them around behind her back and looping them through the strands already there, pulling the ends through with a sibilant hiss. “Is that too tight, love?” he asked solicitously, placing his first two fingers between the ropes and her skin to check for himself. She shook her head.
He repeated the process with two wraps just beneath her breasts, pushing them up with his thumb and snugging the fit before connecting them once again to the ropes behind her back. Pulling the double strand over her shoulder, he threaded it behind both the top and bottom wraps, bringing it up beneath the bottom strands. Twining it around the descending strands, he led it up and over the opposite shoulder, tugging on it to bring the eight strands of rope together between her breasts, tightening the rope’s grip around her tender flesh before tying it off behind her back. The action brought her breasts up, compressing the tender flesh, making them swell and turn a lovely shade of deep pink.
“This tie is called shinju, “he said, “Japanese for ‘the pearls,’ although it is strictly a western tie, unused in Japan. There are many ways to bind the breasts. This is one of the simpler ones. Next will be a basic karada, or body harness. Again, this is just one of many ways. I want to keep it simple for your first experience.”
Reaching for another rope, slightly smaller in diameter, he tucked the center fold up behind the ropes beneath her breasts, making a lark’s head knot in the center and letting the long, loose ends dangle straight down. He then proceeded to tie a knot every four inches or so—two down the center of her abdomen, one nestled directly over her belly button, one at the top of her mound.
Spreading her labia with the fingers of his left hand, he guided the strands of rope through her cleft, carefully placing them on either side of her clit. Then up through her crease, where he proceeded to tie matching knots up her back. Her eyelids drooped, and she seemed to drift off into a warm, soothing fog, aware only of the sensations washing over her. Lulled by the touches of his fingers, warm against her skin as he tugged on the ropes, manipulating them into place. The prickling of the ropes themselves as they moved and tightened around her body. The sibilant hiss as he pulled the ends through, the soft clunks every time the knotted ends dropped on the floor.
Every now and then, he would pause what he was doing to caress a hot, swollen breast, or lift it to his mouth to suckle one of her rouged nipples, a move that never failed to elicit a low moan from her lips. Or he would run his fingers through her dripping slit, pressing the crotch rope more firmly against her tender skin, making her shudder and undulate her hips in helpless invitation. When he finished tying off the last ends, he whispered, “Open your eyes, angel. Look at yourself.”
She looked at her image in the mirror and gasped. Holy Moley! She was wearing a dress made of rope! Lateral ties pulled the spaces between the knots out into an intricate diamond pattern that started just beneath her breasts and ended in the knot that nestled just at the top of her slit. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed, unable to stop staring at herself.
“You’re beautiful,” Jesse countered, coming up behind her to place a kiss on the top of her head.
Picking up another rope, Adam turned her away from him. Reaching around, he grabbed both her lower arms and brought them back behind her, bending them at the elbows and placing her hands, palms up, one beneath the other. He wrapped the rope loosely around her wrists several times before tying it off to the chest harness above them, basically making a platform for her to relax her hands on. “This is not a strict bondage tie. It’s more to keep your hands safely out of the way and to emphasize the off-balance feeling this next tie is going to give you.”
Tossing the ends of the next rope over a hook jutting from the ceiling, he came around to stand in front of her. “Lift your leg,” he said, tapping her left thigh. “Knee bent.” She lifted it, tottering on one foot as he lifted her leg higher and slightly out to the side, like a ballerina.
“Adam, I’m going to fall!”
“No, you’re not, sugar,” Jesse’s voice in her ear as his arms came suddenly around her from behind. “Trust us.”
Adam did four double-wraps around her thigh before knotting and tying off the rope. Then, with Jesse still holding her, he extended her leg up and out, suspending it with further ties around her calf and her foot, anchoring the foot tie into a hook in the wall. He attached one last tie to the back of her breast harness, tossing the ends over the hook above her and pulling it tight to make sure she was in no danger of falling.
Jesse released her and she let out a squeal, hopping on her right foot as she fought to remain upright. Her left leg was raised up so high she was bent sideways at the waist, unable to stand up straight. With her hands tied behind her, she was unable to use her arms as rudders to help her maintain balance. Feeling lopsided and off-kilter, she was terrified of falling, even though she knew in the back part of her mind that she was securely tied and in absolutely no danger of doing that.
“This is an asymmetric suspension,” Adam explained. “Your body is so off-balance, it insists that you’re going to fall, even though your brain knows better. It’s a real mind fuck, and that’s one of the reasons I like it so much.” He came closer to her and palmed her mound.
“Another thing I like about this suspension,” he continued, sliding his two middle fingers through her sopping slit, all the way back to her anus, “is that we can see exactly how wet you are.” Releasing her mound, he lifted his wet hand to her breasts, painting her nubby areolas with her pungent essence. “And in your case, that would be extremely wet.
“The third thing I like about it”—he caught her swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them hard enough to make her gasp—“is that all your holes are readily available from every angle. This hole”—lifting his hand, he tugged downward on her lower jaw, pushing four fingers inside to explore the dark, wet interior her mouth—“this hole”—he slid his fingers through her creas
e, rimming her asshole, pressing against the tight pucker, but not breaching it—“and, last but not least,”—he withdrew his fingers from her crease and thrust them one by one up into her vagina—“my favorite hole of all. Your wet, pink, delectable little cunt.”
He fucked her with his fingers, making her squirm and tug against her bonds in helpless pleasure. Withdrawing them suddenly, he slapped her mound, toggled her clit, stroked his palm up and down through her cleft, and then slapped her again, repeating this sequence several times, making her shoulders jerk with every slap.
“But what I like most about this suspension,” he finished, lifting his hands and giving the sides of her breasts a few well-placed slaps before grabbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugging hard, using them as handles to pull himself toward her. He carefully fitted the thick ridge of his leather-covered erection against her belly while Jesse moved in behind her and pressed his even harder erection against her ass, “is that both of us can fuck you at the same time.”
She groaned, nuzzling her face against Adam’s sweat-dampened neck. “Oh, God, yes, please! Please fuck me, please. I need to come so badly.”
Jesse just chuckled. “Not yet, darlin’ girl. We’re gonna play with you first.” Kissing the side of her face, he lifted his hands. Too late she saw that he was holding a black, silk blindfold, which he placed over her eyes and tied behind her head.
She couldn’t stop the whimper that left her throat as they moved away from her. Nor the shiver that wracked her body as they took their heat with them. She heard the refrigerator door open and close and all of a sudden they were back, touching her with something smooth and very cold. Oh. My. God! The glass dildo and anal plug!
Hunkering down in front of her, Adam spread her outer labia, holding the crotch rope wider apart as he pressed the head of the penis-shaped dildo to her vaginal opening. Omigod! Cold! So cold! The shiver turned into a shudder as slowly, inexorably, he pushed the ice-cold dildo up inside her until only the final inch remained sticking outside. Goose bumps skated across her cringing flesh. Then he slanted his head and placed a kiss right on her clit, sending a wave of pleasure heaving through her body. Instinctively she bucked her hips toward his face, seeking the additional pressure she needed to get herself off. But a sharp slap to her buttocks stopped her.
“Not yet, sweet pea.” Chuckling at her growl of impatience, he spread the crotch rope until it was completely outside her crease, digging into her ass cheeks, as Jesse approached her from behind. With two well-lubed fingers that were almost as cold as the glass, he breached her tight rear opening, scissoring and twisting the fingers deep inside her body. “Relax, baby,” he murmured, withdrawing his fingers and placing the tip of the glass plug at her puckered rosebud.
It was evidently well-lubed also, because it went in swiftly, without a hitch, scraping hard against the glass penis stretching the membrane that separated the two. For a long moment of stupefying pleasure, they moved the dildos in and out of her front and back passages, first both at the same time, then in an alternating rhythm. As the heat from her body slowly warmed the two invaders, a climax began to coil tighter and tighter deep within her core.
“Do not come,” Jesse warned in that low, menacing Dom voice that made her so horny. “If you do, it will be the only orgasm you get tonight. We will go straight home and you will spend the rest of the night with your wrists cuffed to the headboard to keep you from pleasuring yourself. Am I clear?”
“Y–yes, Sir.”
“Good. And from now on, my honorific will be Master, same as Master Adam. If you need to distinguish between us, use Master A and Master J.”
“Y–yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
Jamming both plugs back up inside her, they rearranged the crotch rope to hold them in, then stepped back, away from her, leaving her off-balance, shifting on one foot, muscles flexing constantly to combat the awkwardness of her position. As she struggled to find the most comfortable way of standing, she soon came to realize that there was no comfortable way of standing. Her neck ached with the effort it was taking to hold it at such an unwieldy angle.
Her butt burned, her clit burned, her pussy and ass were stuffed with cold, hard dildos, and her breasts were hot and swollen, turning the skin a deep, mottled red. Her hard, tight nipples throbbed painfully with every beat of her heart. And while the ropes didn’t actually hurt, they…prickled! And chafed! And itched—not just where they touched her skin, but everywhere! No wonder the Japanese used this to torture prisoners! Sweat matted her hair, dripped off her chin, slid down between her breasts, ratcheting up her discomfort level a hundred-fold. And all those sensations worked together diabolically to keep her arousal thundering through her body. A dark, rapacious tide of raw hunger and need swept over her, causing her muscles to cramp. How long have I been here? Where are Jesse and Adam?
She tried to adjust her position, but couldn’t get her sluggish body to follow her brain’s commands. So she just hung there…enduring, as the seconds slowly ticked by. Or minutes. She couldn’t keep track. Time had simply become this abstract, meaningless…thing that no longer governed her life.
She simply drifted in a state of blissful lassitude. Floating in a fog of contradictory textures and sensations—pain, pleasure, discomfort, excitement, sandpaper, velvet.
She was only dreamily aware of Jesse’s strong, muscular arms closing around her, of his large hands cradling her swollen breasts. Of Adam swiftly cutting through all the ropes with a pair of blunt-ended EMT bandage scissors. Oh, thank heaven!
As Adam cut the last rope, the one flung over the hook above her head, the one holding her upright, she was kept from slumping to the floor only by Jesse’s powerful arms around her.
He picked her up and carried her over to the massage table, where he placed her, facedown, on the padded surface. She was still blindfolded. The leather was cold against the fiery skin of her swollen breasts. With a euphoric sigh, she let him arrange her bent arms beneath her head, while Adam buckled leather cuffs around her ankles. He then attached the cuffs to the ends of an iron bar, spreading her legs wide. He bent down and placed a kiss on the sweet little dimple at the base of her spine. A hot chill sent goose bumps eddying up her spine, roughening her skin like the wind roughens the surface of a rain puddle.
“Relax, angel,” he murmured, rubbing his hand through her slit, gathering her wetness. He placed his fingertips against her lips, and automatically she lifted her head and opened her mouth to suck her sweet pussy juice off of them. “We’re going to give you a massage, then we’re going to introduce you to another form of Japanese torture.” She didn’t see his grin, but she heard it in his voice. “The Hitachi vibrator.”
Holy Moley! That thing those two Doms had used on their slave, Belinda? They’re going to use that on me? A low moan left her throat, followed by a sigh. By the end of the night, she’d be lucky if she was able to walk. Assuming, of course, that she’d even be alive.
The scent of jasmine met her nostrils just as something cool dribbled down her back. Then hands began to smooth the scented oil across her shoulders around her ribs, down her spine, over her buttocks. Fingertips began kneading and manipulating her flesh, easing cramped muscles, stimulating blood flow, paying particular attention to the areas still faintly marked by ropes.
“You doin’ okay, baby?” Jesse asked, bending low over her head to be able to hear her reply.
Which was basically nothing but silence.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“She took to her first suspension beautifully, didn’t she?” Adam asked in a low murmur as he worked his thumbs up and down the bumps of her spine. “She’s such a natural submissive, I’ve actually been reconsidering my vow never to take another slave. With the two of us mastering her, all the work wouldn’t fall on just me. Or just you. Would that be something you could see yourself doing? And do you think Sarah would go for it?”
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p; Jesse shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’ve never had a twenty-four-seven slave before. How different would it be from what we’re already doin’?”
“Not a whole lot. A permanent collar, little more emphasis on protocol, more rigid use of positions, more inventive ways of using her delectable body, like keeping her stuffed with plugs and dildos, extending bedroom and playroom sex to anywhere we happen to be.”
“We’ve already extended it to anywhere we happen to be,” Jesse shot back in amusement, “her office, the great room…”
Adam grinned. “Yeah, but now we’d get to do it everywhere—including outdoors, in the woods—God, just the thought of tying her naked between two trees while we—” He broke off as his cock hardened so fast, it snatched the breath from his lungs. “I mean,” he went on as soon as he could speak, spreading his hands to indicate their supine, insensate sub, “just look at her, how relaxed she is, in spite of being naked in front of an audience.” He tapped Sarah on the shoulder. “Time to turn over, little sub.”
Groaning through clenched teeth, she elbowed up and let Jesse help her turn her upper body, while Adam grabbed the spreader bar and turned her hips and legs. When she was settled on the table once again, they continued their sensuous manipulation of her resilient flesh. But this time, instead of putting her to sleep, their touches on her breasts, her belly, her mound, and her pussy ratcheted up the arousal that had been her constant companion since late that afternoon. The arousal that had been simmering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over, ever since they walked into Club Ravish. She squirmed. God, she needed to come, and she needed to come now!
“Adam…Jesse…”
“I know, sweet pea.” She felt him fumbling with the knot behind her head. “Close your eyes, love. The light’s going to be very bright.” Adam pulled off the blindfold. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the sudden glare. He unbuckled one ankle cuff from the spreader bar, then the other, stepping aside to let Jesse lift her up in his arms once more. “We’ll let you come soon, I promise. You’ve been such a good girl tonight, so beautifully submissive, you’ve definitely earned your reward.”
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