I stared in the mirror and wondered what someone else would see. My hair was tied into two severe braids, draped over each shoulder, and my makeup was heavier than usual, eyeliner outlining both eyes, glittering silver on the lids. I was wearing a long-sleeved, black net top that cut in a deep V and ended in a tight band just under my breasts, my nipples clearly visible through the weave, and then there was a long expanse of stomach before my black lace underwear. Stockings completed the look.
Sexy, yes.
Submissive or dominant? I guessed that was more about the expression on my face. Right now, I looked like I meant business. I did, but I was excited too.
I gave my reflection one more approving look, then walked into the bedroom. She was there, sitting on the bed, waiting for me, though she stood up when I came in. She was younger than me, and thinner than me, her body lithe and willowy where mine was all curves. Long, reddish brown hair cascaded over a simple pale blue t-shirt that she'd matched with jeans. The look on her face was definitely nervous, but excited too.
Good.
"You're still dressed," I commented.
She flushed. "I was waiting for you."
"Well, I'm here now."
I could have started getting things ready, but instead I took a seat in the armchair in the corner of the room, crossed my legs, and watched her as she shimmied out of her jeans, tugged her t-shirt over her head. She unhooked her bra in a quick, business-like motion, but then caught and held my stare as she drew it slowly down her arms. I quirked my lips in a small smile but waited until she'd slid her tiny excuse for a thong down her legs and kicked it away, to see what she'd revealed.
Her breasts were small, sitting high and perky on her chest, nipples larger than mine and already erect, waiting to be kissed or sucked or nibbled. Her legs were as long and lean as the rest of her, a thin strip of hair just visible between her legs. She was trying to look unaffected, standing in the middle of the floor space, totally naked, but there were twin flags of colour on her cheeks and the longer I sat there, perusing her, the more she was fidgeting, fingers playing with themselves, toes digging into my carpet.
"You're beautiful," I told her.
She was. She had the body I'd always dreamed of, and now it was all mine to play with.
I got up and left her lingering there while I started arranging my accoutrements on the edge of the bed. Ropes, lots of them. A mix of nylon and cotton in bright colours that were going to look gorgeous on her creamy skin. Then the toys. A bullet vibe. A shiny metal plug, a large dildo made of soft silicone and molded to resemble a cock, with veins and a bulbous head and even a pair of balls, drawn tight up at the base. A flogger and a crop. I dropped a set of nipple clamps onto the covers, allowing the chain to tinkle slightly as it landed, then placed the final toy right next to it. A wand.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
She gave a quick, nervous jerk of her head, eyes flicking between me and the bed.
"I want words," I told her. "Are you ready?"
"Yes." It came out slightly croaky, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "Yes, I'm ready."
"Good." I snagged one more thing from my dresser and then approached her, the long thin strip of fabric draped across my hands. She glanced down at it, then took a half step back.
"I want to see," she objected.
"And I want you to feel."
I stopped, then pointed to the floor at me feet, telling her where I wanted her. It took a moment, but she crossed the small space on dainty feet with coral pink painted on the nails. I rewarded her with a smile then placed the blindfold over her eyes. I tied it tightly at the back of her head then adjusted the section over her eyes, made sure she couldn't see anything. Then I walked slowly around her, taking her in one more time. My treads were slightly heavier than hers and she turned her head, trying to follow my movements.
"Face front," I told her, and her head snapped back.
I stopped directly behind her and gathered up her thick mane of hair. It was gorgeous, shiny with a slight wave, reaching halfway down her back, but it was going to get in my way. She gave a little shudder as I ran my hands through it, fingertips brushing against the sensitive skin at her neck. With deft fingers, I wound it into a braid then let it drop. It hit with a soft thwack that had her jumping like I'd stung her with the crop.
"You're all right," I told her, running my fingers across her shoulders and down her arms, then up the centre of her spine, getting her used to my touch, because I was going to be touching her all over.
I moved to the bed and picked up a length of shining rose pink nylon. Tilting my head slightly, I considered her. I'd thought to do a tit-tie, like I did on myself, but that wasn't going to work. Returning to her side, I trailed my fingertips around the curve of one breast. She twitched, ticklish, then pushed into my touch, tongue darting out to lick at her lower lip when I captured a nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it slightly. They were lovely tits, small and delicate, just like her. I wanted to show them off, make them look pretty.
"Rope bra," I murmured to myself.
I unwound the nylon and found the bite, hitching it around her ribcage, then brought it up and over one shoulder, letting it drape in a loose u-shape between her breasts before coming back over her opposite shoulder and down her back.
"Spread your legs," I murmured, gathering the length of leftover rope. She complied, barely, shifting her feet a couple of inches wider. I didn't bother asking again, I gave her a sharp rap on the inside of both thighs, and she hurried to give me the access that I wanted.
"Better," I murmured, feeding the rope through her legs then up to hitch through the loose drape of rope. I tightened it until the U became a V, pulled neatly down from her shoulders, and the rope through her legs split her labia.
"Too tight?" I asked.
She shook her head, then remembered herself. "No."
"Too loose?"
She hesitated, then shook her head. "No?"
I tightened it, just a hair. I wanted her to feel it, to know she was bound.
I brough the rope back down, splitting it so that it would sit neatly in the crease of her thighs as I passed it back through her legs and tied it off against my original hitch.
I stood back to admire the shape of the first rope, smiling in satisfaction. The line around her rib cage lifted her breasts ever so slightly, the diagonals framing their nascent roundness.
"That's nice," I told her, running my fingers over the line bisecting her stomach, just grazing her mound before I tuned to choose the second colour. "Purple, I think."
I wound a quick larks head to attach the new rope to the back, then drew it forwards under her arms. Using cow hitches, I zigzagged my way from the upper line to the rib line on both sides, creating cages for her breasts. I kept the tension tight, her flesh pushing at the rope bars, making sure to leave her nipples peeking out between the lines. When I reached the centre on both sides, I had enough length left to draw the ropes up towards her collar bones, creating a pretty diamond pattern and lifting her cleavage up a little more.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
She took a deep breath, felt the ropes bite slightly as they fought her expanding ribcage.
"Good," she said.
Her hands started creeping up, itching to feel the ropes winding across her chest that she couldn't see, but I stopped her with a sharp, "No." She froze then dropped them back down. "Hands behind your back," I told her.
She complied and I circled around to the back, snagging a length of teal rope as I did so. I took her wrists in a gentle hold and folded her arms behind her back, shaking out the teal rope and winding it a couple of times around her lower forearms and doing a column tie before winding the rope up and around her shoulders. It ruined the look of my rope bra, but at least the teal was pretty. I hitched it and went back around again, trapping her arms in that position before knotting it off at the back.
I came around to the front to admire my handiwork. The back harness forced her shoulders back, thrusting her breasts forwards. I was right, the lines across the front did ruin the look slightly, but the colours went well.
"Chin up."
She complied, holding still while I took a few quick snaps with my phone. I made sure the sound effect was on, let her know what I was doing. Rather than cringe shyly, she accentuated the pose, presenting herself for my pictures.
"You look incredible," I told her, putting my phone away. I quirked a smile. "Now things are going to get interesting."
Circling back around, I snagged her hand, taking it and leading her gently to the bed, supporting her as she stumbled, unbalanced with her eyes blindfolded and her arms trapped behind her. I snagged up a bright red rope and hitched it around her waist, winding the rope round once more to keep it in place. I let the rest of the length drape on the covers then encouraged her backwards until she was prone on her back on the bed, her arms encouraging her back to arch, offering up her tits like a gift. I hooked my hands under her knees and spread her legs moving in between them then pushing them back towards her chest until her core was fully exposed to me. I placed a hand on her sternum, so she'd know to stay right there, then ran my hand down the length of her body until I reached the strands running between her legs. The rope there was soaked, her excitement leaking out to darken the pink of the nylon.
"You're enjoying this," I commented, separating the strands so that they lay tightly on either side of her cunt, the tension pulling the skin taught enough for her clit to peak out at me. I slid my fingers around the entrance to her hole, gathering up enough wetness to allow my fingers to glide around her clit. She gave a little moan and thrust up at me, demanding more pressure.
Well, we couldn't have that.
I spanked her pussy three times, the sound loud in the it the room, then paused, allowing the sting to bloom, before adding two more. She gasped and writhed, but a moment later she was back to tilting her hips, presenting herself to me for more.
I rewarded her with another shallow push of my fingers inside her, another glide around her clit.
"Time to put some things in here," I suggested. I reached over and picked up the plug. "I was going to use lube, but I don't think you need it."
I emphasized my point by slipping the plug into her cunt, the bulbous end of the metal easily slipping inside. She gasped. It was warm in the room, but the plug has spent the afternoon in my fridge and the metal still held a chill.
"What do you think?" I asked. "Should we just skip the lube?"
