Tonight started how any other evening at home would -- a shared bottle of wine, a movie, cuddling on the couch. After a long week, sometimes there is nothing more comforting than relaxing in your arms. You move in to kiss me, and I return your kiss hungrily. I shudder slightly in your arms as you gently bite my lower lip. In what seems like just moments, I'm undressed and your shirt is off. Kissing you ratchets up my arousal, your rough tongue possessing my mouth and imitating the acts I know are yet to come. You pull away and wait for me to meet your eyes, and when I do you silently inquire what I want. I know without words what you're asking; do we keep going as-is, or do we bring out the rope and let things get kinkier? I smile shyly and lower my eyes a bit, wondering why you even had to ask.
Sometimes, I feel like your eyes see too deeply. You're perceptive, and making eye contact is an intense experience. For example now, when you're sensing out my mood and we're trying to determine what direction our evening will go, I can feel you reading me. When I smile and indicate my desire to surrender to your bondage, your look gets even more heated. When you take control of the situation, you do so unassumingly, without fanfare and without pretense. It's a subtle shift, but with one glance I can feel the intensity escalate, and meeting your eyes suddenly feels like you're stripping me of more than just my clothing. I can almost hear the wheels in your head turning as you embrace the control I'm surrendering to you.
We move to the bedroom, and I stand still as you gather your slightly ominous black bag. You start pulling out rope, the jute, hemp, and nylon forming a unique but captivating display. You start by wrapping the slightly rougher jute around my chest, slowly dragging the fibers across the top of my breasts. Your fingers gently caress my skin as they follow the line of the rope. You somehow manage to move efficiently while still preserving a sensual air. You wrap rope below my breasts, moving to cop a feel and tease my nipples along the way. I can feel any leftover anxiety from the week ebbing away as arousal starts to course through my blood.
As you cinch the ropes in the center to entrap my breasts, you kiss my neck and nibble my ear. I can't help but shudder in response while my head lolls to the side. I realize my hands are still free and I reach up to drag you to kiss me more directly, my fingers tangling in your hair and teasing your neck. As our tongues dance, I feel you shifting. You break away and as I try to steady my breathing you push me down onto the bed. You roughly push me so I'm leaning against the headboard, and the sudden display of your strength melts me a bit inside and I can feel myself getting damper between my thighs.
You meet my eyes and pointedly glance at my clamped-together legs. I spread my knees and you grab my right leg. With more jute, you wrap and tie until my calf is tied to my thigh. You trace your fingers up my thigh and teasingly brush past my clit, the fleeting touch just enough to make me whimper in need. I start to move my hand, unconsciously going after my pleasure, but a sharp pinch to the side makes me meet your eyes. You give me a stern look and readjust so that you're sitting between my legs, blocking my access to my groin. You repeat the same motions from before, binding my left leg to match my right. You command me to play with my nipples as you step away for a second, staring and analyzing your work. I can feel your eyes running over my body, and the intimacy of the moment strikes me and makes me tremble.
You grab more rope and tie my ankles to the headboard, effectively tethering me in place. I'm trying to be gentle with my nipples since I'm already incredibly aroused, and you move back over to me and kiss me gently, then move to tease and kiss my neck. Your hands grab my wrists and pin them beside me and before I even realize what's happening I'm crying out as you suddenly bite my neck with an unbelievable amount of strength. I can feel your lips curl into a slight smirk as you feel me shudder from the pain. You know that I'm soaked even more than before -- your primal displays of dominance push all of my buttons and you know it.
You back away again and tie my wrists to my ankles. You wrap the rope over and over and over again, ensuring that I can't break free. In this position, my knees are now drawn relatively close to my chest whilst being pulled apart by ropes. I'm exposed and vulnerable, ensnared by the rope in ways that ensure I can't escape. You pull back and give me a second, silently daring me to get free. You raise your eyebrow as I struggle, satisfied by your work and amused that I keep trying. With every unsuccessful twist and squirm I get wetter as I realize the extent of my helplessness. I moan softly as I surrender into the rope, into your control.
