Page 53 of Secret Submission

Pressing her lips together, Julie did her best not to smile. He wasn’t bratting exactly, but he also knew that wasn’t the response she was looking for.

Reaching down, she gave the appendage in question a little tap on the head, hard enough to make him groan.

“Just my dick, Ma’am,” he amended, startling a laugh out of her.

Dammit.

“You’re being a naughty boy, Connor,” she said, shaking her head and giving the tip of his cock another hard tap, making it bob in front of him. “I need to know if anything other than your dick is tingling or feeling off.”

“No, Ma’am.” Undeterred, he grinned cheekily at her. Julie wondered if he was getting rope drunk already.

She couldn’t help but wonder how he’d react if she made him fly.

But right now, she was tying him down to a chair, not up in the air.

Reaching up, she patted his cheek, the bristles of his five o’clock shadow rubbing against her hand.

Then she got back to work, making a triangle with the rope around his groin, knotting it just underneath his balls, not quite pressing against his perineum. Connor shifted in his seat, as though he was trying to get a little more comfortable. The positions of the rope weren’t going to cut off his circulation, but it was the first bit of rope that was anywhere near his genitals. He was understandably a little nervous about what she might do next.

Fortunately for him, her next stop was his feet.

Kneeling between them, she smiled when her hair brushed against his dick, and he groaned again, the chair creaking as he shuddered. This next part was quick and easy, as she tied each end of the rope around his ankles, wrapping the rope around each leg a few times before tying off the knot at the back, ensuring it wasn’t too tight and that it wouldn’t get tighter when he moved.

The ropes from his balls to his ankles made a V shape between his legs, a nice little spot for her to kneel while she toyed with him.

Already, she felt a million times better than she had when she’d first arrived at his house. Putting her hands on his knees, she slid them up to where the ropes framed his groin, stopping just short of them, and his dick jerked in reaction.

“What do you think?” she asked, curious to see how he was feeling in the midst of his first experience with Shibari.

“Really good, Ma’am.” He smiled broadly, his eyes still hazy. Yup, he was a happy, rope-drunk submissive. “As long as you aren’t going to ask me to get up.”

Julie laughed. No, she wasn’t going to ask him to get up. She was going to torture him instead.

“You’re perfect exactly where you are,” she said, getting to her feet. Suppressing a snicker, she wagged her finger at him. “Now, don’t move. I have to get a few more things.”

Thanks to the open floor plan, she could get what she wanted without having to let him out of her line of sight.

Connor

The first thing Mistress Julie got was a blindfold.

The sensory deprivation made him acutely aware of how the ropes felt around him. It was a natural fiber rope, a length that he’d gotten when he’d first joined the kink scene, then never used. He’d actually bought quite a few toys when he’d first joined the scene, some of which had been used, many of which hadn’t. Somehow, it felt fitting that its first use was on him rather than him using it on someone else… like part of him had been saving it for that.

Every movement he made, every small shift of his body, moved the ropes. They were wrapped around him tightly but not painfully, and they moved with him. He was hyperaware of the sensations and the feeling of security, as though he was being held, even though Mistress Julie wasn’t actually touching him at the moment.

It also made his ears strain, trying to figure out what she was doing, though he had to hold absolutely still in order to focus on that. Because the second he moved, his whole body lit up from the sensations of the rope moving against his skin, and it was incredibly distracting.

The whole time, it felt like his dick was going to break off.

She was doing something by the fridge. Or in the fridge. Or maybe the freezer. He’d heard one of the doors open. His head went to trying to figure out what he had in there that she might want.

A glass of water? Was she thirsty? Or getting more wine?

Ice? That made his balls want to shrivel, but he knew it was a possibility. Sensation play.

As long as she didn’t plan on icing his balls, he’d probably be able to deal with it…

Footsteps came closer, and he turned his head in the direction of them, his eyes straining as if he might be able to see through the blindfold. Sadly, no. It was a really good blindfold.

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