I stood in front of the mirror naked with rope in hand, was going to try a tie Master had been wanting me to for a very long time. I thought it was a good time seeing as Master was to be out of the house. Avoiding looking at my face and body I concentrated on the rope and the tie.
I swung it over my head and draped it around my neck, stopping and thinking,
"Damn hair I should cut it. I have to put it up every time I do a tie it's always in the way."
Avoiding the task at hand and knowing what I had to do. I dreaded looking down at my body but I knew I couldn't do the tie unless I looked to see where I wanted the rope to go.
So roughly I grabbed my hair and wrapped it around my finger then clipped it to my head muttering to myself,
"This is ridiculous, how stupid is this I can't look at my body and do a tie, there's no one here but me."
After my hair was secured to my head I resumed doing the tie. I made sure the rope was even. Then carefully avoiding my eyes I looked in the mirror and began to twist the rope down the front of my chest, And between my breasts. Like tunnel vision I looked directly at the rope and my breast. Noticing that my nipples were hard as they always get when I bind my breast.
Taking the rope I slid it across my right nipple a tingle shot through me, and I craved for more. The rope was rough with out looking I couldn't think of the name. Master would be upset for he likes me to know my ropes by name. All I knew was it was ruff and made my nipples hard when I used it. Reaching for the end of the rope, I held it in my hand firmly as I swung it and felt the sting as it hit my breast hard, again and again I swung the rope feeling it as it snapped on my nipple.
Then switching hands I repeated it on my left. As I looked in the mirror I thought,
"Christ this is the only time I can look at myself naked."
I loved the marks and bruises I some times get from binding and a little nipple torture. Knowing it must of hurt, but not remembering the pain. Only the excitement and wanting of more. Seeing the red and swollen welts from the rope I traced my fingers along the raised welts softly up one and down the other ever so close to my nipple.
Closing my eyes I remembered Master doing the same. The warm soft touch of his fingers as he blindfolded me and kissed my cheeks them traced his fingers down my neck and over my tightly bound breasts.