The submittal deadline for the annual erotic art show loomed near. The time had come to set the landscapes aside and get this year's "fun " project started. I had been kicking this idea around in my mind for some time now… It began several years ago when I adopted my first Akita dog. Since then, my interest in Japanese art and culture had grown. One lonely night while surfing the web I came across a site devoted to shibari, the art of Japanese Bondage. The precise, intricate rope work restraining the girl's limbs immediately caught my attention. Yes, this was the year to quit recycling the nudes from that still life course I took years ago.
When we first met, I knew you would be the perfect model. I'm not sure what it was, but something about you compelled me to ask about posing for my project. It must have been your radiant smile and the way your eyes twinkled while looking at me. At first, you seemed hesitant, but after a tour of the studio and seeing my work, you warmed up to the idea of posing. We made an appointment for the next day. I rushed around town finding suitable rope. All the hardware stores stocked hard, abrasive nylon line. Finally, I found some soft, cotton cord, just the right diameter, at a fabric store of all places. Then it was off to the art supply store for fresh drawing materials. I couldn't sleep that night, mulling over the infinite possibilities of poses. You arrived the next day, right on time. I showed you to a changing area, and made last minute adjustments to my supplies. You came into the studio wearing a black silk kimono loosely tied around the waist. We discussed the various poses I wanted to try. We would start the session tying you to an antique wooden chair.
You slipped out of the kimono and sat down. Seeing you naked for the first time took my breath away. I took a length of rope, passed it around your left ankle twice and tied it off with two half hitches. I then wrapped the rope in a spiral up your leg and past the knees. I looped the rope around your thighs twice and continued the spiral wrap back down to your ankles. Then I passed it around your right ankle twice, tied it off and cut the excess. I stepped back to examine the results. The ropes holding your legs together formed a diamond pattern. After a slight adjustment to even the spacing, it was time to continue. I passed a second, longer piece of rope around your neck until the ends came together, like lacing a shoe. I twisted the ends together into a braid, being careful not to choke you. I continued twisting the rope down past your cleavage to your belly button. I then passed each end around the back of the chair twice and continued up the back of the chair to a point just below your breasts.
As I wrapped the rope under your breasts and under the braid, the back of my hand brushed against a nipple. A soft sigh escaped from your lips when I brought the other end of the rope around in the same fashion. I slipped the rope around the back of the chair, and around the top of your breasts just above the areola. With each pass of the rope, I would lightly rub one nipple or the other. Eventually I tied the ropes behind the chair. As I reached around to take your hands, you guided them across your breasts and over the hard nipples. You let out a long, deep sigh when I tied your wrists together behind the chair. I stepped back and adjusted the lights to accentuate the cast shadows and bring form to your graceful body. I got the sketch pad, and started with several quick gesture studies. I found one angle that worked best, and began a more thorough drawing. While filling in the details I couldn't help but notice the shadows cast by your erect nipples. The form and lines worked well, definite possibilities, but I wanted to try other poses. After a few quick adjustments to the drawing, I untied the ropes and handed you the kimono. You got a cup of coffee and stretched your legs while I set up for the next drawing.
The second pose I planned for you was to stand with your arms stretched overhead, tied to the ceiling. The twisted braid, positioned down your chest looked so erotic in the seated pose, so I decided to use it again. With each movement of my hands, I brushed against you soft skin, and could feel the beating of your heart. This time I did not stop at your belly button, but continued further down. Soon my fingers brushed through your pubic hair, twisting the ropes together. Anticipating my next move, you relaxed your legs giving me room to pass the rope between them. I walked behind you to pick up the ends of the ropes. My God! Your ass is perfect! I brought the ropes up so each strand bisected a butt cheek and then around your waist. I noticed that the ropes were crossed between your legs. I could feel the heat radiating from your sex as I fiddled with the ropes, being careful not to pull your pubic hair. I just had to run my finger along your pussy lips.
You let out a soft moan as my finger continued up the crack of your ass before picking up the rope. I decided on a slight variation from the previous pose, and wrapped the lines in a spiral up your midriff forming a diamond pattern. Once again, I passed the ropes under your breasts several times. With every wrap, I gently lifted each breast so the rope could slip under. I could feel your body shiver with every caress. After a few loops across the top of your breasts, I tied the ropes off behind your back. Taking another piece of rope, I bound your wrists together, climbed up on the chair and tied your arms to a light rail on the ceiling. With your arms stretched out above, your breasts were so inviting. I set the chair aside, leaned over and gave each nipple a long wet kiss. All that remained was to tie your ankles together with a couple of quick wraps. I straighten my back after tying the last knot, and found myself staring at your pussy. I slipped my finger between your legs and found your clit. With each light stroke, your nub stiffened. I kissed your belly button, then I kissed each patch of skin not covered by a rope until my lips found your nipples. Your cries of pleasure were getting louder, "Yessss….yessss….yessss!!" However, I was supposed to be drawing. So I gave each nipple one last kiss and reluctantly pulled my finger ever so slowly from your hard clit. "I've got to sketch."
