Chapter 87: Knots
*Everything you’ve ever wanted is on the other side of fear. – George Addair*
Three days after the Princess Party, Cheryl and Waylon flew back out to Colorado. Dean and JD had gone over to Jolene’s new apartment to paint the walls with Jaxon. Certain that they would not be disturbed, Helen walked into the living room carrying a large gift bag. She sat on the couch next to Reese and sat the bag in his lap. He placed his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Smiling, he kissed the top of her head.
“What do you have there, Kitten?”
She blushed slightly. “I didn’t know what to get you.”
“You don’t have to give me anything.” He tipped her face up to him and kissed her lightly. “All I need is you.”
“Good. That’s what I got you.”
“Are you telling me that you put yourself in this bag?” He asked as he ran his finger along her day collar.
“Not exactly.” She blushed brighter.
“You’re blushing, sweetheart.” Reese murmured softly.
Her blushes drove him crazy. Every one of them sent his imagination into overdrive. His cock hardened instantly and began telegraphing ideas to his brain.
“Yes, Sir.” Helen said demurely as she cast her eyes downward.
“Fuck, baby.” He growled as he pushed the bag out of his way and pulled her into his lap.
Cupping the back of her head, he pulled her down for a deep kiss. She opened under his assault and braced her arms on his shoulders. Both hands buried themselves in his hair, holding him close and anchoring herself.
They were still on her time schedule. Sometimes he had to remind himself of that. But there were so many things that wanted to do with her. To her.
Reese would push her limits. Help her explore. Guide her when it was needed. And tell her no when he thought necessary.
Right now, he did not think he could tell her no on anything. He pulled back on the kiss and nibbled on her lips. She gave a few soft mewling sounds that urged him on.
“Tell me, sweet Kitten,” Reese whispered between kisses, “what did you get me?”
“Something for me to wear.”
He hummed in appreciation as he kissed her neck. “Why don’t you go put it on?”
“I don’t know how.” Helen admitted softly.
With his curiosity piqued, he reluctantly moved away from her and reached for the bag. Reese tossed out the red and green tissue paper and reached inside for what he thought would be lingerie.
The soft rope was not what he was expecting.
“What do we have here?” he grinned as she blushed.
The first bundle of rope was a soft pink. The next was a little purple. And then a bright burgundy one.
“Are you sure about this?” Reese asked.
“I am.” She blushed again. “I found a website…”
“All you had to do was ask.” He told her.
“It was in your search history.” Helen admitted.
“Helen.” Reese said sternly. “Typically, *that* would be a reason for a punishment.”
Her eyes fell and her shoulders slumped. He gently gripped her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
“Typically.” He reiterated. “But not this time.”
Her eyes lit up before the smile turned up her lips.
“Which color do you like the best?” he murmured against her lips.
“Pink.” She sighed out.
“Can’t wait to see it against your skin.” Reese gave her a deep kiss before placing her back on her feet on the floor. “I want you to strip off all your clothes.”
“All… my clothes?” she asked hesitantly.
“Are you questioning me, sweet Kitten?” he asked in a warning voice.
“No… no, Sir.” Helen whispered.
“Good. Now take *all* your clothes off.” He ordered as he began to unwind the rope.
“Yes, sir.” She said as she pulled off her pink sweater dress.
“Good girl.” Reese grinned at her as he began to work the rope and smooth it out. He gave an appreciative groan as she peeled off her black leggings. He gave another as she dropped her bra to the floor.
As soon as she was down to her black lace boy short panties, Reese stood up and moved to stand in front of her. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What do you say if you want to stop?”
“Mermaid, Sir.”
“Good girl.’ He smiled. “When we do rope play, you’ll present yourself like this.” Kneeling, Reese removed her panties and then stood back up.
“Put your feet about shoulder width apart and your arms behind your back, straight down behind your ass. I want you to clasp your hands behind your back, just like you would for prayer.”
She did as he commanded and he tipped her shoulders back, straightening her back while pushing her tits forwards. With a light fingertip under her chin, he tipped her face upward. Shyly, she kept her eyes cast downward.
“Beautiful.”
Helen blushed as he walked around her and looked at her up and down.
“Stay here. Don’t move.” He ordered as he walked towards the front door. Reese locked the manual deadbolt to prevent anyone from entering unexpectedly. Then he went into the playroom and got two more bundles of rope and a plastic box. Inside the box were an assortment of rings and two pairs of safety shears.
Returning to the living room, he found Helen in the same position that he left her in.
“You are such a good girl.” Reese praised her as he gave her a kiss.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“We will never do any rope play without safety. Before the rope ever touches your skin, you need to have shears to cut the rope. I keep mine in this box.” He held the box up so that she could see it. Opening the box, he removed a pair of shears with blue handles and a hook on one of the blades.
“I will never place rope completely around your neck. Nor will I bind you on a pressure point or pulse point. At any time that you feel discomfort, you *will* use your safe word. You are to use your safe word if at any point you feel lightheaded, numbness or tingling near or where you’re bound.”
He looked at her, appreciating her body and her trust in him. “Do you have any questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He gave her another light kiss before he unwound a second rope that matched the first. Folding each rope in half, he looped them on a two-inch silver ring and looped it over her neck, letting the ropes lay over her shoulders.
Reese spent the next thirty minutes, tying knots, linking ropes and rings to create a dress around her body. Several times, he would stop and ask if Helen was okay. Each time, she confirmed that she was. When he was done, he stepped back and admired his work.
“You’re beautiful, Kitten.”
“I feel beautiful when you look at me like that.”
“Good.” He stepped closer to her. “I’m going to show you how to take it off and put it back on. And tomorrow, you’re going to wear it to work under your dress.”
"Sir?"
"Oh, yes, my sweet little Kitten. And Sunday we're going shopping for me to get you more outfits to wear over these beautiful ropes."
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