Chapter 48
Monroe's voice snapped me out of the semi-trance I had been in since Monroe began tying Nessia. "Zach, feel the bindings." He waved me closer. "Never too loose and never tight enough to restrict blood flow." He pulled Nessia up by her braid so she was in a straight kneeling position. "You should always be able to slip a couple of fingers under the ropes. If you cannot you know they are too tight."
I bent down and felt along the rope; a zing passed through me at the contact of her warm flesh. With all the art I turned away from as a child I finally understood what my mother meant when she said it called to her. This, what Monroe had created, called to that dark place inside me.
"Now, dear, I need you to bow forward again."
I heard Monroe's words through a vacuum as he helped Nessia into the position he desired. She didn't hesitate and moved as Monroe directed. I must have had the same look of ecstasy on my face that she did. It was rolling through me, over me, and surrounded me. This was art I could be one with.
I glanced away from Nessia and saw that Monroe was watching me. "This is what Shibari does for me and my models, Zach."
I almost lost my load when two of Monroe's fingers entered Nessia's beautiful cunt. Her soft sigh filled the room when Monroe drew his wet fingers out and brought them to his lips. Bliss was the only word that described Monroe's face when he tasted her sweet wetness.
"Would you like a taste, my friend?"
I simply stared, knowing I was outside my element. Licking Monroe's fingers would be... it would be wrong and give him the wrong idea. It actually bothered me that I wanted to. No, I don't want it, I lied to myself.
Monroe gave a small sigh. "I forget how young you are, but I have an enticement that I think will involve you more in what I am doing." He pulled Nessia up and untied her bindings in about a minute. I didn't want her released, but then I saw the beauty of what the rope left behind. Her skin was red and puffy with the exact replica of the braid pattern across her flesh. Monroe massaged her arms and shoulders, then licked and kissed the rope marks on both arms.
"You are beautiful, thank you." He gave her a swift slap on her naked ass before beckoning to Sara with a curl of one hand. "This design will be more complex. Sara is one of my favorites because she withstands the pressures of bondage for longer than most models. I am going to hog-tie you, my dear. Is that a problem?"
"No, Sir." Her face lit up and I could read the excitement clearly in her eyes.
"Safe word?" Monroe asked her.
"Red."
"Good girl. Let us get started so Zachery has a better feel of bondage." He placed several cords of rope in his pockets and removed her robe. I took it from his hands when he offered it in my direction. Monroe murmured questions to Sara as he began weaving, looping, and knotting. She closed her eyes and I swore she was close to having an orgasm. The exquisite web of white rope tightened around her in increments and the rapture on her face grew. Monroe's focus was completely on her. He stroked and soothed her as he worked his magic and the spell he cast went straight to my balls.
After he had her arms secure, he instructed her to lie on her stomach on the thick leather mat in the middle of the floor. He worked still more rope into a harness that drew Sara's wrists and ankles together behind her back. It must have hurt. The binding was tight and restrictive. Sara didn't appear to suffer, and the whites of her eyes showed when Monroe slapped her face slightly when she didn't answer him.
She answered his questions groggily as he checked that she could breathe and her muscles weren't cramping. Without seeing Monroe's care and Sara's complete submission to the rope, I would never have understood the connection of model and artist.
My attention turned to Monroe as he pulled a chain from above and hooked it into the rope woven around Sara's body. The purpose of the winch is obvious as Sara rose four feet off the floor. Her face was a cross between pain and ecstasy. She was amazing as her body swayed.
I was spellbound.
Melody stepped around Monroe and began taking photos-the whirl of the shutter releasing lent a surreal quality to Sara as her body swung. My cock was a raging inferno of lust-balls tight, breathing heavy.
"We will leave you alone now, Zach." I looked at Monroe, barely registering his words. His lips tipped into a devilish grin. "There is nothing quite like a blow job when a woman is hog-tied. Communicate with her constantly and use one of the knives on the counter if you need to unbind her quickly. I would prefer you carry her up the stairs when you leave the room and make sure she is well before she is out of your sight. If you need help, just press zero on any house phone and someone will respond immediately."
I glanced back at Sara's suspended body. I couldn't speak and barely managed to nod. The sound of the door closing made me walk closer to Sara. Close enough to touch, though not quite daring to.
Yet.
"Are you okay?" I asked her.
"Yes, Sir." Her dreamy voice sunk deeper into my balls.
She was lovely in this position. The ropes contrasted against the soft swell of her thighs and ass. Her breasts swayed gently like luscious fruits, ripe for the picking. She was bound and vulnerable, offered as a gift that I wanted so badly it hurt.
I ran my hand over her hair and smoothed a few loose strands behind her ear. "May I kiss you?"
She rubbed her cheek against my hand much like a cat would. "Yes, Sir. I'm hoping you'll fuck me too. I want your cock in my mouth and then your fingers in my pussy. Please, Sir."
Hearing the aching need in her voice was all the invitation I needed. She was too high up so I lowered her a bit. Using her hair, I swung her around and lowered the front of my cotton pants. Her lips and tongue made incredibly short work of my loaded cock. Within a few minutes, I was pumping my dick inside her mouth and coming down her throat.
I would have been embarrassed for coming so quickly, but when my fingers found her wet pussy, she lost control quicker than I did. I slowly lowered her to the floor and released the ropes, talking to her as Monroe did while I did it. For some reason, I didn't want to cut the binding. I wanted to feel the rope in my hands sliding through my fingers. I was a slave to my fantasies at that point, and since Sara didn't mind, I definitely wasn't going to deny myself.
***
Over the next two months, the erotic world of BDSM and Shibari became a passion. My sexual desire was forever bound as tightly as Monroe wraps his willing models. My mentor helped me tap into the natural dominance that has always been inside me. I realized as time passed that my attraction to danger has been a constant search for an adrenalin rush that comes from forcing perilous situations to submit to my will.
I discovered that I'm dominant, and the new and incredible world of BDSM opened its arms and embraced me.
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