All characters who appear in this story are fictional and of legal age. If you're not comfortable with the depiction of rough and non-consensual sex, there might be more suitable reads than this one for you on this website. This is the first part of a threepart story.
Feedback is welcome. English isn't my mother tongue. If you spot any mistakes that escaped the spell check, please let me know. I promise to check every suggestion and upload a corrected version. This is fiction! Some of the events depicted are hazardous and may cause permanent harm or death. Behave responsibly and with respect in real life!
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Flutteringly,
Floating in the breeze,
A single butterfly.
Masaoka Shiki
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Al
Vivian was beautiful. She wore her hair down, a blue dress and flat sandals with leather straps that entwined elaborately her graceful feet and ankles. With her eyes closed she sat beside me in the car and tried to relax from a hard week in the office. I could hardly take my eyes off her when I headed out of the city in the evening rush hour.
We'd met at law school and had been married for eight years. A couple of months ago we decided to spice our sex life up with the aid of a kinbaku master. Kinbaku is the Japanese art of erotic rope bondage better known as shibari in the west.
The master visited us in our apartment. He introduced us to the history of kinbaku, from Seiu Itoh's art to today's safe and sane variety of loveplay. He taught us techniques and safety issues and showed us ropes of different material and diameter.
Vivian was hesitant when he finally suggested an exercise but complied eventually. With the teacher's instruction I was able to tie her up nothing short of masterly. It was an arousing experience for the both of us and we had wild sex that night.
I bought ropes, practiced knots and looked up pictures and manuals on the web. A few days later we started the first session on our own. Everything didn't work out the way it was supposed to be, but it was fun.
Nevertheless, some forty minutes later my gorgeous wife lay in tight bondage on the dinner table. I looked down at my work and was aglow with happiness. She'd never been as beautiful as in this helpless position and I'd never been so in love with her. The athletic woman squirmed and writhed but couldn't escape her binds.
Regretfully I untied the knots when she demanded to finish the game. She rubbed her wrists and ankles and stretched her limbs. As soon as the bare naked woman had climbed down from the table, I turned her round, bent her over and took her from behind. That night we were very close, kissed and cuddled, and made love for hours.
In the next few weeks I tied her to the sofa, a kitchen chair, and repeatedly to our bed. With growing experience I paid more attention to keeping her private parts accessible. Due to her daily yoga exercises she was incredibly flexible. That allowed us to try all kinds of exciting positions. I licked and fondled her pussy while she was bound and made passionately love to her. Once I took a dildo and tried some gentle spanking until she came screaming.
Gradually I coerced her into more inconvenient positions and stricter bondage. I didn't mean to inflict pain but to increase our lust during the sessions and afterwards. I was always overwhelmed with love when I looked at my captive, a self-assured, smart, strong-minded, and successful woman in everyday life but ever so fragile, helpless, and dependent in our love play.
Our apartment was spacious but lacked an opportunity for suspension bondage. We wouldn't want to explain the presence of a strong ceiling hook to our friends. That's why we'd started to make trips to the woods. The first time we hadn't dared to play our sex game under the open sky and just sat by the lake dangling our feet in the water. However, the second time was more promising. Today it was our third time.
I left the highway and entered a smaller road. I'd already muted my cell phone and put it into the center console. No emails tonight, just Viv and me.
