Page 91 of Playing For Keeps
I plant kisses around her belly button and her protruding hip bones to give her reassurance. She twitches when I drag my lips to the space about two inches above her clit.
She quietly laughs. “That tickles.”
I work the rope through my fingers and hands, looping the rope together and designing a pattern across her stomach. The process takes a long time when creating a more extravagant scene. Since this is an introduction session, I’m keeping it relatively basic, yet still beautiful.
She studies me as I do. “When did you discover this?”
“When I moved here the first time.” I stare into her eyes to make sure she’s doing okay. “You’re absolutely beautiful tied up like this.”
Her green eyes shine back at me. “I like it. I feel a little different. Is that normal?”
“Very. Some people swear they’re floating.” I dip my head to the mints. “If your mouth gets dry, I have mints for you to suck on.”
“Oh, that’s what those are for.” She peeks off to my side. “What’s the candle for?”
“Ambiance. I thought it would be more romantic and put you at ease. But I forgot to light it because I was excited to get started.” I lift the candle and show it to her. “Would you like some romance to go with your restraints?”
She laughs. “No, but thanks for thinking of me.”
I place it down and continue my work. “If you change your mind, just ask. This experience is all for you.”
“What attracted you to this?” She jerks and twitches when my knuckles brush against her clit as I secure the rope high on her thigh.
“Are you still doing okay?”
“Yes. Green. I’m still green. Your touch was intense.”
“That’s because the blood is flowing through those areas differently than you’re used to.” I run the rope across her pubic bone and wind it down her other leg.
We continue to discuss the art form as she relaxes more into the process. It takes a while, but she assures me she’s doing well and wants me to keep going.
As I make art around her body with different knots, I kissher all over and tease her with light touches in her most sensitive places.
When I know she’s settled, I dive into more intense topics. This experience has turned me on, but I need to ease her into it and make sure she’s safe and comfortable.
“Do you like the way I touch you, temptress?”
“Yes.”
“Is there anything you want from me that I don’t do?” I wind the rope around her ankle.
“I like when you praise me.”
“Do you want me to do it more often?” I bring her leg out and tie the bondage to the bed frame.
“No.” She presses her head into the pillow and stares at the ceiling, seeming to contemplate something. “You do it at the right moments.”
“What’s with the hesitation?”
She pulls in a breath, and her submissive gaze finds my dominating one. “I sometimes feel wrong that I like it so much.”
“Why?”
“I feel…like I shouldn’t like to be called a good girl.”
Here’s the vulnerability Shibari pulls out in a person if it’s done correctly. Trust takes center stage. My chest balloons with pride at her bravery.
“What’s wrong with being a good girl?” I tie knots and hitch the ropes along her other leg.
