For Daisy
Content Warning: NSFW, Bondage
We finish our negotiations, both feeling healthy, excited. Ready to try something different.
I tie a scarf around my head, then pick up my first piece of rope.
My arms come around, pulling you back, secure against my chest. I feel down to your wrist, and deftly secure the first single column tie. I feel your body shift as I pull the arm across, locking in place as I wrap around your torso.
Another loop around the arm, then up and across. I hear your breath catch as my knuckles press against your sternum. I grin, amused by the sadism engrained in my muscle memory.
A wrap over one shoulder, then the other, feeling your body melt against mine as slowly, carefully I pull the jute across your neck then pull it down tight into your shoulder.
I lock off the chest harness and my hands dance over the ropes, dressing wraps and checking tensions. I pull you in close against my body while I breathe in your scent, my head resting against the curve of your neck.
“You doing ok?” I ask quietly
A pause as you nod, then remember I can’t see “I’m good”
“Want to continue?”
“If you want to” I smile at this, I love you for the way you think of others even in the midst of a scene.
A hand reaches up, tangling and twisting in your hair to give me a firm grip. I pull your head back and my other hand traces down your neck to your breasts, teasing and scratching, picking out pressure points as it goes, feeling you squirm beneath my hands. I hold the weight of your breast in my hand, hear you let out a breath in satisfaction.
I feel for another hank of rope and unravel it, wrapping your thigh in tight, crushing wraps, relishing the control and restriction it gives me over you. I pull the leg up in close towards your torso, attaching it to the harness, locking your body into a tight ball, curled up in my arms.
I know you feel comfortable, relaxed in this position, i decide to change that. I secure a single column around your free wrist and pull it up to your head. Slowly I wrap the rope around your head, taking away your sight. We sit together for a moment, sharing the darkness together.
I revel in your beautiful vulnerability in this moment. I know from experience exactly what face you’re making. “I’m going to start untying.” With practiced ease I release your leg, savouring your groan as I press into the pressure point on your thigh.
Then i untie the face rope, slowly returning your full senses to you as I relinquish my control over your head.
Our bodies move in tandem as I release your torso. You’re pulled in tight against me, then pushed forward, doubled over. The rope is slowly teased across your skin, then quickly pulled across in fluid, graceful movements.
As I untie the final knot I trace my fingers along your palm, silently checking in. As you give my fingers a reassuring squeeze I push back my scarf, and see you once more.
And then we hold each other close in mutual gratitude and affection. Slowly we come back to reality, emerging together from a shared experience. Later will come check ins and feedback and words of love and reassurance. But for now, companionable silence will suffice.