We positioned ourselves on a black, antique-looking, settee in the corner of the gothic style club's middle room, a prime location to view other scenes develop in the surrounding rooms.
Perched on the edge of the small daybed, I crossed my legs in front of me, bouncing them slightly in match with my heartbeat. He straddled me from behind and unclasped my burgundy colored corset, leaving me completely bare except for black lace boy-short underwear, which barely covered my ass.
Once in position, he began wrapping rope around my torso, slowly getting tighter and tighter. No ties or fancy twists, just simple binding with layers of rope.
"As a warm up," He explained.
I shivered as I thought about how I barely knew the man tying me up. He was about to have complete control over me. Having felt my shiver, He placed his hand on my now bare shoulder.
Leaning in, his beard tickled my neck as He whispered, "A little nervous tonight, are we?"
I leaned back into him and turned slightly so my lips grazed his ear, "A little bit, mostly excited."
He gave out a hearty, chest-moving laugh. "Alright then, let's get you tied up. I know you have been wanting to try this for a long time."
"Yes, sir," I responded with a sly grin.
In an instant, He grabbed my hair at the base of my neck with his free hand and pulled, causing an indirect pull on my clit, as if my clit had inhaled as quickly as my breath did. As He pulled my head back, his other hand tugged on the rope that had been wound around me, causing my back to arch and my head to press against his chest.
"Mmmmm, you are being quite saucy tonight, little miss. I can think of a few things we can do to change your attitude."
"Yes, sir," I responded, much breathier this time, my heart now racing along with my pulsing clit. My leg had stopped bouncing.
He bit my neck once, hard enough to make me jump but soft enough not to leave a mark, and released me. Tantalizingly, he leisurely unwound the length of the rope from around my chest.
"Put your hands behind you and grasp your elbows with your opposite hand. Good. Is that ok?"
I nodded.
"Great, you need to tell me if you're ever feeling discomfort, or loss of circulation."
I nodded again.
He began to wrap the rope back around me, this time in a figure eight, around each of my breasts and around my back, twisting around my wrists and up and over my shoulders in an intricate design I could only slightly track; my brain had begun to lose focus. Wrap, twist, tug, repeat. My breath slowed and grew deeper. I felt myself becoming calmer the tighter the rope wound around me.
As He continued to wrap me, I gazed into the room next door and watched as a threesome scene transpired. A woman, clad only in a blue cotton thong and high heeled shoes, stood strapped against a St. Andrews cross while two other women took turns hitting her with canes and floggers and paddles, abusing her ass and the back of her thighs as she squirmed on her tip toes and cried out in bursts. As I watched her body react, I felt my own skin jump slightly in response. I couldn't tear my eyes away.
I strained to listen as the two tops whispered in the woman's ear and talked to each other about how many more they would give her. I watched them rub the raw red of her ass, giving her a short reprieve from their instruments. One of them grabbed her hair suddenly and kissed her, hard, just as He had done to me. I let out a small sigh, coming back to my own reality, and turned my head slightly so I could watch Him work, though I could still hear the slaps and groans of the women in the other room.
He finished wrapping me and gave the rope a tug to check the tightness.
"How does that feel?"
