Trucker Chapter 4
Long before we turned off the highway to Dave's home depot, I had already booked my passage for the next trip. Dave had shown me how to leave my inhibitions behind without putting me at risk. My ride with him proved edgy, constantly challenging my established boundaries. Having reached each limit, Dave continually pushed me to the next. And the sex! Dave was a talented and confident lover, keeping his promise to fill me every night.
We spent our first night at home in my bed. Our lovemaking was slow and sensuous, nothing like our frantic coupling while we were on the road. We both needed a good night's rest to get us ready for the next trip to the city.
At breakfast, Dave said he'd been talking with Jack.
"You remember Jack, don't you Suze?" he grinned lasciviously.
"How could I forget?" I groaned, blushing. "You deliberately brought him to the truck knowing I was completely naked. I've never been so embarrassed."
"We should be arriving Trish's place at about the same time when we're coming home so we've decided to meet there and stay overnight."
"How's that going to work?" I asked innocently.
"There's something you need to know about Jack. He's a master in the Japanese art of Shibari and Kinbaku."
"Okayyy," I said dubiously. "What the hell is that?"
"Google it Suze," he grinned. "Anyway, I've asked Jack to give you a personal demonstration while we're there. I can promise you that it will be unlike anything you've ever done before. Approach it with an open mind and I think you'll love the experience. You can trust Jack implicitly."
"Jeez Dave, you make it sound like Jack's going to lead me to the gallows. Are you sure about this?"
"Have you not enjoyed the things we've done together?"
"You know I have Dave, even when I've been terrified."
"Then trust me on this one Susie. Don't pre-judge what you read and go with the flow."
"And what will you be doing while Jack is demonstrating this Japanese stuff?"
"You know the answer to that. I will be entertaining Trish.
"So you expect me to be fucking Jack then?"
"Only if you want to. He is not expecting a free fuck, but if it happens, I reckon you'll both enjoy it."
Not overly happy with this development, I couldn't drag any new information out of Dave so during the day I headed to the internet to look up Shibari. Was I surprised! For the uninitiated, it is a form of Japanese rope binding, dating back to medieval times, securing prisoners for punishment or transport. Now I was even less enthusiastic!
Dave was as inventive as ever so we enjoyed more frenetic sex on the journey to the city. He artfully deflected every attempt I made to find out more about Jack and his rope. By the time we reached Trish's home it was late afternoon. She bounded out to greet us, threw up a couple of coolers, one full of drinks and the other full of food and clambered into the seat alongside me. She plastered a welcoming kiss on my lips before stretching across to give Dave a similar welcome.
"Down the track to the left," she directed. "We're going to the shearing shed."
A couple of miles down the track, a large shed appeared ahead, Jack's gleaming rig parked alongside it. Dave deftly parked beside it and jumped down to greet his mate.
"Got the barbecue fired up. All we need is some meat to throw on it and a beer or two while we're cooking."
He greeted Trish and I with a polite kiss on the cheek and quickly set about cooking our steaks.
"You're dressed a bit more conservatively than when I saw you last," Jack grinned.
I blushed furiously. "Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting visitors."
Everyone laughed.
I raised the question of Jack's rope tying while we were eating a short time later and once again was stonewalled. I was becoming increasingly nervous about what might lie ahead, having seen some of the internet pictures of how women were tied.
"We'll talk about it when we've finished eating," Jack said with authority.
Trish said little. Her eyes devoured my man while she nibbled away at her steakburger. She was clearly anxious to move on so it was no surprise when she suggested to Dave that they move to the shearer's cottage behind the shed, leaving me alone with Jack.
"I know you're nervous," he began, "but there is no reason to be. In a couple of hours, when we're done here, I want you to be amazed at what your body is capable of and smiling happily about your experience. Don't get me wrong, I am going to take you places you've never been before and there will be times that you will scream. Despite that, you will be in control. Dave tells me he experimented a little with a chest tie and you know about safe words. Today we'll work the same way. Your safe word again is red and if you want me to ease up at any time, call orange so we can back off a bit. One final thing. I want you to remove all your clothing except your dress. I see Dave asked you to wear a button front dress and that works well. I have a video camera set up in the shed to record all that we do, so you can relive the experience later."
My spidey senses immediately swung into high alert.
"Whoa! So the video will finish up on the internet and I'll be some guys wank material!" I spat at him. "No deal Buster."
"Never Susie. If you like I'll take the card out of the camera when we're done and give it to you so there can be no possibility of it leaking into the internet. Trust me -- you'll love it later."
"Seems I'm having to put an awful lot of trust in you Jack. That little word keeps cropping up in conversation and it's me that's taking all the risk. OK -- I hope I don't live to regret this. Let's do it."
He walked to his truck to collect a large duffle bag, taking my hand when he returned and leading me into the shearing shed. A couple of dim lights illuminated the far end of the shed and a small video camera sat nearby on a tripod. Slung beneath the rafters of the shed was a thick bamboo pole about ten feet long.
"Go and remove your underwear and come back when you're ready while I set up the floodlight and the camera."
I slipped off my bra and panties, removed my shoes and padded back to Jack wearing just my light sundress. He held a wide, red ribbon in one hand, twirling it lazily.
"Stand." He ordered.
I stopped. He lifted the hem of my dress and wrapped the ribbon around my midriff, running the end of it between my legs and over the front before tying it off, forming a makeshift garment that looked like an oversized thong. It made me feel much less exposed, relaxed, almost.
Jack stepped over to the floodlight, fired it up and switched on the camera.
"Ready?"
I didn't reply. Standing behind me, Jack gently took my hands and pressed his body to mine. It was a softly intimate gesture; giving comfort and confidence. I sighed and relaxed.
"Good girl. Just relax and enjoy. Don't fight me and don't fight the rope. You'll do fine."
He released his grip, taking the collar of my dress and opening the buttons with one hand to gently slide it down my torso before casting it aside. Taking my hands again, he lifted them behind my head, encouraging me to interlace my fingers. I must say I felt pretty self-conscious, standing naked except for a silly loin cloth with a man I hardly knew. His big, rough hands brushed the sides of my face, sliding over my shoulders, my breasts and down to my pussy. He playfully drummed his fingers there while encouraging my head to lean back on his shoulder. I felt my body relaxing more with every passing minute, mesmerized by the soft touch of Jack's hands while he explored the whole of my body from my scalp to my toes. Odd, I thought, that a pair of rough and calloused hands could touch so softly on my delicate skin. So far, I had not seen a single strand of rope.
He gently took my hands in his, separated them and crossed them behind my back, taking care to place them in the crook of each opposing elbow. With interest I watched him open his duffle bag, seeing a pile of neatly coiled ropes inside. He took one, set it aside and settled for another, deftly shaking it out as he brought it around behind me. My wrists were secured first, with painstaking care.
"Dave tells me he put you in a chest harness a couple of weeks ago, so you'll be in familiar territory."
I nodded as he wound the rope around my upper arm and under my breasts, lifting each one to get the rope as close as possible. I could feel him tying off behind me, taking a great deal more time than Dave. After the horizontal wraps, he passed the rope over my shoulder between my breasts and back again. By the time he stood back to survey his handiwork I lost count of the number of times the rope had circled my body. My breasts were nicely separated and supported by the tie. The tightness of the rope tended to make my nipples even more prominent than normal. Surprisingly, I felt good.
"Not too tight?" he asked softly.
"Not at all," I answered. "It feels quite comfortable really."
Satisfied with the harness on my upper body, he started with another rope, tying it off behind me and throwing it over the bamboo pole above my head. Whilst I could not see what he was doing behind me, I became aware that I was being lifted upwards by the rope, until my toes could barely touch the floor. It was unnerving to be on the edge of falling over, with no control over the fall if it should occur and I danced around on tip-toe desperate to keep myself vertical.
"Relax." Jack cooed. "I won't let you fall -- unless the roof caves in."
