Upon arriving at Master's house, I scanned the room for any teasing items he's left out purposely for me to catch a glimpse of. His spartan decorating makes it easy for me to quickly find such things. On the bed I see miles of rope, neatly laid out, and my pulse quickens. I've never been bound before, and Master knows this has been an erotic fantasy of mine for quite some time.
He invites me to sit down and goes to the kitchen to pour a glass of my favorite red wine. He returns and hands it to me, with a devilish look on his face.
Have you seen the rope, Princess?"
"Mmmmm, I have." I smile slyly at him, "I'm getting wet just thinking about how you'll use that."
I enjoy my wine as Master lovingly massages my shoulders, strokes my hair and tells me how much he has missed me. He reassures me that he would never do anything to harm me. Then he gently takes the glass from me, sets it down, and directs me to stand in front of him. He sits on the bed and spreads his knees, pulling me towards him.
Master lifts up just the bottom of my blouse so he can kiss my stomach, his strong arms enveloping me, circling my waist. As he kisses down my stomach, he rolls down the fabric of my skirt. He kisses the trail of fine hairs leading towards my sex, but pays no attention to it, opting instead to focus an inordinate amount of attention on my inner thighs.
My Master unclips my thigh highs and tugs at my garter belt until it slides down to the floor. He delicately kisses all the way down to my toes, carefully lifting each foot to remove the pile of lingerie. Very deliberately, he rubs his unshaven face up my inner thigh, against my sex, up my belly, and comes to rest his head just below the buttons to my shirt.
Master removes my shirt now and asks me to clasp my hands behind my back. He gently kisses all the flesh he has exposed, my nipples become firm and erect at his touch. Taking advantage of my submissive posture, he attaches nipple clamps into place, and my breath sucks in sharply. Before I can utter a sound, Master takes my face in his hands, shushes me, and reminds me to trust him.
I stand naked, hands behind my back, adorned with nipple clamps, and await what Master will do next. He is behind me somewhere. Without warning, everything goes dark and I feel the blindfold being secured. His voice is in my ear, barely audible, but clear. He directs me to stand perfectly still. The room is exceedingly quiet for a long moment. Then his touch returns and I feel the rope tying my wrists firmly together.
The cool, hemp-smelling rope that encircles my skin teases my body, coaxing it to toil in opposition. I give in to the temptation and make a half-hearted attempt to struggle. Although my efforts yield no fruit, I am confident nonetheless, that I can somehow overcome my bonds. When Master notices my struggling fingers he kisses each one, lovingly. After doing this he reminds me of the rule to stand perfectly still, and also what happens when I am not listening to direction. As tactile inspiration, he drags a riding crop lightly across my cheek.
Master binds my entire upper torso in typical Shubari fashion, and surprisingly, I become increasingly intimate with the sensations the ropes provide my flesh. Secretly I'd love to stay in my bonds for as long as he'll let me stay helpless and cocooned.
Master asks me to raise my hands above me and he attaches my wrists to a bar overhead. I kneel on the bed at his behest and I feel him clothing my torso firmly in intricate patterns of rope. My body will surely bear the memories of where the rope has kissed my flesh. Finally, he encircles each leg with dozens of circles, stopping just shy of my feet, leaving them exposed.
Master attaches a chain to the ropes around my belly and suspends them from the overhead bar. He then takes each leg individually and affixes them to opposing corners of the structure above me. My body is now completely suspended, my ass and cunt exposed for his inspection and usage. Every subtle sensation becomes considerably intensified now.
I feel what appears to be an annoying leak from the ceiling. Water droplets fall onto my cheeks, down my neck and then pool between my breasts. The rythmically, teasing drip is distracting yet although I try to avoid being in the direct path of the dripping, it remains a constant annoyance.
At the same time, a chilling sensation invades my ass. One by one, Master slides ice cubes deep inside me. I catch my breath and let out a yelp. He chuckles at me and puts an ice cube in my mouth as well. I spit that out, of course, aiming in his direction. When I am completely full of ice, my insides aching with a chilling sensations, Master steps away from me, allowing time to deepen and build the intensity of his efforts.
