Thanks to SlaveGirl70 for editorial input.
This is a romance with rope.
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Sophia woke to Jason's hot breath on her ear, the warmth of his body at her back and the weight of his arm across her chest. She felt his erection stirring at her ass, and she wondered what he was dreaming about.
"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered into her ear, welcoming her into consciousness.
She pressed her ass hard into his erection and said, "Hmmm."
He responded by massaging her breast with his free hand while biting playfully at her ear. After a moment he said, "We have a big day today."
It took a few seconds for her to recall that they'd booked a studio for the day. She was going to spend much of the afternoon hanging from the ceiling with her pussy and her ass readily available to his commanding touch. She'd been looking forward to it for weeks, but the reservation wasn't until noon, so there was plenty of time to lie in.
She pressed her face into the pillow, inhaling the smell of the clean sheets and a hint of his musky scent. He was a few years older, a few inches taller and a few pounds heavier than she was. His smile was bright, and chest was dense with a thick bed of hair, which caressed her back as her hips snuggled in against his. It was the second-best part of the day - when she dreamed of what was to come.
She imagined herself suspended waist high with her legs spread far apart while he walked a wide circle around her. He would smile thoughtfully, and, once he'd established her submission, he would exude a strange confidence that drove her wild. It was like he was sure that he knew exactly what she needed and precisely how to give it to her.
Sometimes he'd stand between her legs, with his fingers lodged deeply inside of her pussy as he held her gaze firmly with his. She'd want him to make her come, but at the same time, she'd want to remain frozen in that moment forever. He would hold her gaze for what seemed like an eternity, subtly moving his hand in a way that she could barely discern, gradually bringing her pussy to a rolling boil.
Her vagina oozed at the thought of it. She was a control-freak by nature, so submission was both unnatural and unnerving. Despite that, she'd slowly yielded control as he had earned her trust. She found herself less and less satisfied with vanilla sex and more and more addicted to his control.
Jason squeezed her tightly, then got up and rifled through his bag. He selected a long rope then slowly and deliberately wrapped her leg from ankle to knee, taking his time to work and rework the knots until the aesthetics were just right. A seam of linked rope aligned with the ridge of her shin, while handy loops extended from her ankle. Once he'd finished the first leg, he gently rolled her to the side to wrap the second. He tied similar bindings on her arms, resulting in hemp gauntlets that went from her wrist up to her elbows. After that, he wove a rope corset that tightly bound her tits and created a choker at her neck.
"Can you breathe?" he asked while tucking the ends out of sight.
"Yes, Master."
He smiled. He loved it when she called him master. She was a beautiful woman with steel-gray eyes and real-woman curves. She walked with a confidence that belied her inner need for submission. But hidden in her smile was a halting quirk that betrayed her conventional facade.
He threaded a rope through loops in the gauntlets on her wrists, binding her arms behind her back. Then he positioned her on the bed with her legs propped up, so he had access between her smooth thighs.
Sophia purred, "This is my favorite part."
Jason secured ropes at her waist and upper thighs and then began the intricate work of forming the web that would encircle her pussy and ass. The unavoidable contact of his fingers with the sensitized, engorged flesh aroused her, but his focused attention on her pussy while forming the web set her off. She knew that he didn't go to all this effort for just anyone, which made her feel special on top of being extraordinarily horny. She drifted off into thoughts of his cock piercing the rope target that encircled her waiting cunt. She began to writhe in response a finger's inadvertent brush of her sensitive labia. A knuckle's thoughtless rub against her inflamed clit made her squirm in delight.
He slapped her ass and said, "Hold still!"
She froze in place. "I'm sorry, Master."
He smiled again. He simply loved it when she called him master.
Once he was satisfied with his work, he placed his flat hand on her pussy and asked, "How do you feel?"
She felt sublime, but she was confused. "I thought we were going out."
Jason slipped a finger into her wet pussy and said, "What makes you think we're not going out?"
She temporarily lost focus at the transit of his finger within her. Her eyes closed and her head tipped to the side.
He said, "I asked you a question," while he continued to probe her pussy,
She hastily collected herself, exhaled and said, "You've put so much work into this; it's a shame to undo it so that we can go out."
"Oh, yes. That would be a shame, but I'm not quite done." He extracted an eighteen-inch spreader bar from his bag and secured it just above her knees.
He stood her up and smiled at her while running his fingers in and out of her pussy. She could hardly move without risk of falling, and his fingers were making it damn hard not to move. He said, "Your tits look fantastic bound so tightly. Are you sure they don't hurt."
Sophia's breath caught as his fingers continued to dominate her wetness. Eventually, she said, "They hurt a little."
"Oh, but they look so good."
She smiled brightly at the compliment.
He took one of her nipples into his mouth and bit down until she responded with a soft moan. The tight pull of the ropes, the inflammatory motion of his fingers and pain of his bite flooded her senses with contradictory signals. A wellspring of fluids rushed to her engorged pussy, and her nipples swelled to erection.
He extracted his fingers from her sopping pussy then pressed them to her mouth. "I have a present for you Slave."
She eagerly licked the vaginal nectar from his fingers then said, "Thank you, Master."
He smiled again. "It's time to go." He extracted a large coat from his bag and wrapped it around her shoulders. He threw on some clothes and led her out of her apartment.
"Master, I don't want to do this." The thought of an Uber driver seeing her like this was too embarrassing to consider.
"You don't want to take the train?"
Terror flooded her face. "Not the train."
"Okay, we'll take an Uber."
Somehow, an Uber had become acceptable.
Sophia waddled to the elevator and then waddled again to the street, keeping the fastest pace possible with the spreader bar holding her legs apart. Jason helped her into the car and then joined her from the other side. He sat tightly next to her, spread the tails of the coat and rested his hand on her inner thigh.
The softness of his hand's touch on her exposed flesh was in stark contrast to the rigid binding of the ropes. Bound as she was, there was nothing to stop him from touching her anywhere he chose. His fingers ventured up her thigh in the direction of her excited pussy then traced a smooth line back to the ropes at her knee.
Sophia looked at the reflection of the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror as the arc of the fingertips' travel gradually expanded. Even though her pussy ached for attention, the back seat of an Uber was not the preferred venue.
"Hey, what are you doing? It's broad daylight here." The Uber driver waved his hand at the sun while he spoke. He had the look of someone who spent too much time in adult bookshops. His hair was greasy and slicked back. His tight-fitting purple shirt was unbuttoned almost to his navel. The scent of his cologne was pungent, and the leer in his eyes was salacious.
"You just look at the road," Jason responded.
The driver tapped at a GoPro that was attached to his windshield, "This records everything you do."
Sophia looked at Jason in panic. She'd asked for an afternoon at the studio, not a chance to become an internet porn star.
Jason smiled at her reassuringly while his finger's motion continued unabated, then he turned to the driver and said, "Can you tip it down a bit, I think it's missing the best part."
The driver's head swiveled back to look at him. "What are you, some kind of pervert?"
"I suppose I'm some kind. How much would you charge me for a copy of that recording?"
Sophia's pussy surged at the thought of her sex tape being posted online, but her head shook vehemently, and her mouth said, "No, no, no."
The driver looked back at the road as he returned his hands to the steering wheel. He thought for a moment before he said, "It's not turned on."
"Well, turn it on."
"It won't record. My daughter took the card for her phone."
Jason felt Sophia's shoulders relax and saw a slight smile re-emerge on her face.
He pulled out his phone to extract its memory card. "Here, use this."
"Will that work?"
"Of course."
Sophia looked to Jason in disbelief. She whispered, "What are you doing?" but Jason ignored her.
The driver pulled into a spot in front of a fire hydrant to extract the GoPro from its perch. He fiddled with the buttons on the back for a few moments before Jason said, "Make sure you reformat the card. I don't want to miss this."
The driver handed the camera to Jason and said, "Here, you do it."
Jason tapped through the camera's menus, then asked, "Isn't this fun?"
