She heads back over to the bar she was at just a few hours ago. She can smell the salt in the air. It was a short walk from their hotel, had good food and a decent bar. She had been tired from a day at the beach so had headed back to their hotel to relax. He had promised to follow when he finished his drink. That was a few hours ago.
He had probably picked up a game of darts, a skill he developed in college - walk into a dive bar, pick up a bet or two for some spare cash. He used to do it for the money, but now he just does it for the rush of winning. He never loses. Well... not unless she distracts him and she was heading to the bar with every intention of doing just that. He had made a promise to her; one she intended to force him to keep.
They had always played around with various types of bondage, but recently he revealed that he was interested in Japanese rope bondage. He had shown her some pictures. She had had an immediate, visceral reaction. Her interest had been piqued. Now, weeks later, on vacation, they had brought the ropes and picked out a new pattern. She was getting wet just thinking about it. She was done waiting.
It was a cool night. There was a wind off the shore. She would open the windows of their suite. She imagined a cool breeze blowing over her naked body; no way to cover herself, her skin would be covered in goose bumps. Her nipples would get so hard. Yes, she was done with waiting.
She walked to the back of the bar and saw him. He was with two guys, both tanned and muscular. They were locals by the looks of them. One was clean cut with a baseball hat. The other had tattoos up both arms. The arm closest to her was decorated with skulls. His fingers were tattooed to look skeletal. She found herself wanting to touch his fingers.
It was his turn, so he hadn't seen her walk in, but the other two watched as she approached. Was that a smirk that she caught from the clean-cut guy? She walked silently up behind him and slid her hand down his ass for all to see. She heard the dart bounce off the board and hit the floor.
He swore.
Unusual.
It served him right, keeping her waiting like that. He turned and looked at her with an uncharacteristic intensity. He said, "You made me lose." She laughed and said, "You kept me waiting. Settle your bet and let's get out of here. We have plans." The other two guys were smiling, clearly pleased to have won. Tattooed man surreptitiously looked her up and down. "Let him look. I have plans already", she thought.
As he settled his bar tab, tattooed man clapped him on the shoulder on the way out and gave him a sort of high five. They walked back to their hotel. He was uncharacteristically silent, perhaps a little moody. He doesn't like losing, but he deserved it. Given their plans, he shouldn't have kept her waiting.
Back in their hotel room, he noticed the thin black ropes already laid out on the bed. She wasn't wasting any time. He looked up at her a little surprised. She raised her eyebrow and said simply, "You promised." It was his turn to smirk.
She slipped out of her sundress and panties and stood before him, naked. Wordlessly, he picked up the shorter of the two ropes. He straightened it, halved it, walked behind her and draped it around her neck at the mid-point. His hands worked smoothly and confidently as he twisted it around itself in front of her, between her breasts and fed it down between her thighs and pulled the slack through her legs. She loved the feeling of the soft, smooth rope gliding between her thighs, over her lips. She sighed, already very wet and they were just getting started. He fed the rope up her back and through the rope draped over her neck. He pulled it taught, but not tight. He then began to weave the ends of the rope through the rope twist between her breasts, forming the karada, a rope harness around her neck, breasts, abdomen and thighs. She loved the look of the black ropes on her skin. He checked all the connections to be certain that it was secure but not too tight. He was satisfied. She was trussed, but still free.
Then he went to the drawer and pulled out the blindfold. She stood obediently as he gently covered her eyes and secured it behind her head. She couldn't see anything. He prefers it that way. They both know she can arrest him with a single look, so he prefers to take away that power. She doesn't mind, it heightens her other senses.
Wordlessly, but gently, he pulls her hands in front of her, palms up. She holds them there, obediently, as he wraps the rope around and between her wrists. In moments, they are secured. This was as much as had been discussed; whatever happens next will be entirely up to him.
She hears him walk over to the bed, feeding the rope around the bed frame. As he pulls it, she feels herself being led to the bed by her wrists. He pulls slowly but steadily until she might lose her balance and is forced to lie down on the bed, awkwardly, without the use of her hands. Another subtle way that he likes to assert his power. She is not disappointed at that measure of control. She feels another wave of wetness. "Tonight is going to be good", she thinks. Her pussy is already tingling in anticipation. She feels one last tug on the rope that binds her arms, pulling her a little beyond comfortable and listens as he secures the rope to the bed. He left her legs free.
