Page 21 of Blinded
That got a reaction out of her, and her eyes began to sparkle. “Oh, yes! You did! Can I see them?”
Reluctantly, he let go. “Why don’t you put on something comfortable and I’ll show you the pictures.” She rushed into the hallway. GT followed her with his gaze. That was one fine naked ass!
Dressed in an emerald green bathrobe, she returned seconds later with a good bounce in her step and a bright smile. A clear sign the remnants of her sub high were fading. They settled on her couch, and Sandra oohed and aahed over the pictures. The pose was beautiful, and the asawana artfully knotted and wound. The contrast of one outstretched leg without any rope and her arms and leg bound was stunning and so was she. GT wished he could bottle this feeling and remember it when he was back home in his gorgeous but empty house.
At the end of their first month together, GT decided he wanted to try an enhanced suspension bondage scene at Club Indigo. Although he had briefly suspended her before, this time would be longer and more intense. Sandra had kept to their agreed upon meeting schedule but hadn’t stepped past her limit on sex, no matter how amazing the chemistry between them was. The last time he’d hinted at something more intimate than her living room or the club, she’d been adamant, “Oh no, Mister. No beds or sleeping together for us and no sticking your penis into my vagina shenanigans.” If he hadn’t been so frustrated, he would have laughed. He enjoyed her quick wit, her intelligence, and her beauty. While their scenes were getting longer and the level of trust and connection between them grew, Sandra was holding back. Why won’t she come home with me? Why won’t she have sex with me? Maybe tonight’s scene would open her up to him.
While waiting for Sandra in the main room, he went over the scene in his mind. His asanawa was clean and coiled into neat bundles that would unwind with a single tug. He had tested the lengths, making sure they were strong and would hold during the scene. He smiled inwardly – unless he wanted it to snap. He’d checked the rings by hanging from them and doing a few pullups. GT didn’t take safety lightly. When Sandra entered the room, he nearly swallowed his tongue. Per his request, she was barefoot, wearing a kimono, and had her hair in a tight bun.
“Arigato, hana,” he said in a soft voice.
Sandra cocked her head. “I think I’ve heard that before. Is it ‘good evening’ in Japanese?”
“No, my dear. ‘Good evening’ would be konbanwa. Arigato means ‘thank you.’”
“Why are you thanking me?” she looked puzzled.
“For dressing as I asked. You look beautiful – the epitome of a jujun'na.”
Her mouth formed an ‘O’ and her brows lifted. “What would I say in return?”
“The correct reply is doitashimashite.”
“Doy-tassi-masthay,” she repeated in something vaguely resembling Japanese. It didn’t matter. It was the effort that counted. From the intrigued look on her face, he wouldn’t be surprised if she picked up a beginner’s course in Japanese soon. It was who she was, curious and eager to learn new things, with an iron will and dedication once she set her mind to something. He stroked the back of her neck, and she closed her eyes. GT pressed his body to hers and took a few moments to connect and let the rest of the room disappear. All that mattered were Sandra, the rope and himself, master of both.
He walked her forward until they were standing right below the rings from the ceiling. “Put your arms behind your back, hana,” he ordered. She followed his instructions, and he rubbed his cheek over hers, before whispering in her ear, “Remember your safewords?”
“I do, Sir. Red to stop, yellow to pause, and green to continue.”
Her immediate response pleased him as did her intake of breath when he nipped her ear. “Good, I’m going to push you, so don’t hesitate to use them if you need them.”
“I … I won’t, Sir.” She sounded breathy already, but he wanted – no, he needed – her calm for this. He hugged her from behind and held her until she was breathing slowly again.
With swift and sure movements, he looped the asanawa twice above her breasts, making sure the rope was lying flat and even. He pulled back enough to be able to tie her hands behind her back and ended with twice under her breasts.
When he finished the takate kote, or breast harness, GT bent to pick up a new rope, keeping one hand curled around her hip. It was essential to maintain the connection between them – it helped build trust. The new asanawa went around her neck in a loop before he knotted it artfully between the lines circling her breasts. When he had finished the shinju, or bikini bondage, he took a step back with both hands on her hips to admire his work. The second rope had transformed the breast harness he needed for the suspension into a beautiful showcase for her perky breasts. He walked around her and pulled away the fabric under the ropes. He took his time tugging the kimono until he had a beautiful display of her taut nipples. His cock stirred at the knowledge the scene aroused her. He pressed a kiss to her now bare shoulder and picked up the next coil. GT attached the rope to the bindings at her back and pulled it through one of the rings on the ceiling until the line was taut. He wound the end around it several times like a noose, making an attractive and robust knot. GT stole a glance at Sandra’s face. She had the relaxed and blissful expression of a rope bunny and he grunted in satisfaction — time to make her fly.
GT knelt beside her right leg and bound her ankle with a simple knot. He bent her knee at a ninety-degree angle behind her until her lower leg was horizontal and looped the rope through the second ring above them. With his left hand under her thigh, he lifted it high and pulled the rope with his right. Her leg in the air behind her – like a figure skater in a spin – he secured the asanawa. Her silken kimono revealed a creamy thigh, and he stroked it with the lightest touch of his index finger. He enjoyed the feel of soft skin over lean muscle and his shaft lengthened into a full-blown erection.
GT forced himself to get with the program and made quick work of tying her other leg. When he lifted it, and Sandra had to rely on the rope for support she stiffened for a few heartbeats. The moment she surrendered, he nearly came in his pants like a teenager with his first Playboy magazine, and he focused on the knot to get his raging hard-on under control again. He looked at his jujun'na. Sandra was hanging in the air in a modified hogtie and at his mercy. GT grabbed her chin and smiled down at her. She looked up at him and gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen on her face. She was so beautiful and trusting. GT stood tall with his legs spread, his chin high, and his shoulders back. The urge to beat his chest and yell, ‘she’s mine and I made that look on her face’ was strong, but he contained it.
He let go of her chin and gave her a gentle spin so he could admire his work from all angles. White fabric peaked out from under her kimono, and GT adjusted the leg ropes. He pulled her legs up higher until she was practically upside down and took the dangling part of the kimono and tied it to the line hanging from the ring, revealing her briefs. What had appeared to be simple white cotton panties turned out to have an adorable Japanese anime-style face printed on them. GT chuckled at her sense of humor and smacked her ass playfully. Sandra squirmed as much as the suspension let her but didn’t make a sound of protest. He repeated the movement twice, and she let out a low moan. Ah, the minx liked light spankings, good to know!
GT filed the information away for later use and retrieved the survival knife he had hidden under his kimono. With assertive steps, he walked back and cut the rope holding her upper body with a swift move. Sandra let out a startled gasp as her upper body dropped a few inches and she was hanging down from her legs. He tied new asanawa through the front of her breast harness and pulled it through the ring, transforming her shape into a raindrop. When GT lowered her legs again, he had her on her back in the air. He undid the bun and let her hair flow down like a waterfall. There wasn’t a rigid muscle in Sandra’s body as she allowed the rope to support her in the air and gave GT free rein over her body. He wished she would allow him to access her mind as freely.
Deciding she’d had enough for one night, he slowly lowered her to the ground. Sandra was limp so he made sure to make her landing as soft as possible. Once all her weight was on the ground, he let go of the ropes and squatted next to her.
The process of unbinding was as precise and careful as the binding had been and GT enjoyed this integral part of the scene as much as the suspension. He settled behind her and pushed her into a kneeling position, with her head to the floor as he undid the ropes around her hands. He removed the bindings and her kimono but left the panties on. GT took his time massaging her limbs and cuddling her in his lap. She was like a ragdoll in his hands, and her head rolled against his shoulder. He looked intently at her face. It took her a few moments to open her eyes, but when she did a beautiful and sleepy smile was his reward. He tightened his arms around her and whispered words of praise and sweet compliments in her ear as he took his time bringing her back from subspace.
The other women were long gone from the club when Sandra changed into her street clothes. She wondered what had her so unbalanced. It took her a long time as she sluggishly tried to button her shirt. Lacing up her shoes turned out to be impossible, and after three attempts she pushed the laces between the leather and her feet.
She was finding it harder and harder to fight her attraction to GT. The sad thing was GT was everything Sandra wanted in a man, and she would love to be tied by his ropes for good. But he was also precisely the kind of man her mother would welcome for a son-in-law, so she needed to keep him at arm’s length and not get too involved. It was like two sides of her were at war, and it was tearing her apart inside.
When she exited the dressing room, GT was leaning against the wall waiting for her outside the door.
“Ready?” He stood up straight.
She tried to read his expression, but she couldn’t discern his intent. “Ready for what?”
