Page 41 of Dirty Little Virgin
“Great job agreeing, then. Let’s get to eating.”
I pick up the napkin, freeing my utensils, and smile all the while as I think about how happy it makes me to do such little things for Pierce. Like a silly child who delights in making her parents laugh, I feel as if I’m right back to those simple days when the smallest of things that I did to bring joy to their lives were the most important thing to me.
I have no idea if I’m evolving or devolving!
Pierce
Her eyes glisten in the dim light as I tighten the leather strap around her tits. Jade watches me as I dress her in the leather that barely covers her. Our first venture into the playroom has us both excited and a little nervous.
She’s chosen the music for this evening, a collection of hard rock ballads from the ‘80’s that’s purely instrumental and playing quietly in the background. I fasten the strap that holds the leather covering her pussy to the leather covering her tits and she’s done. “You look great.”
I move her to turn around so she can see herself in the full-length mirror I’ve placed on the far wall. “My Lord!”
Kissing the side of her neck, I run my hands over her stomach, then over her hips. “Stunning, aren’t you?”
“It’s weird. I look so, so …”
“Sexy,” I finish her thought. “And you’re about to look even sexier, tied up in my ropes. Now let’s do this right. Start at the beginning, but we’ll only play it out until the first six strokes of the flogger. Just like we talked about earlier.”
With a nod, she walks away, kneeling outside the door. And I follow her, going to our bedroom to change into my dark, loose-fitting pants and nothing else.
As I walk back out, I look her over as she kneels, head down, and takes relaxing breaths. I braided her short hair in two sections that go down each side of her head. She looks like the real deal. A gorgeous female specimen, and I take pride in my work thus far.
Walking past her to the ropes that hang from the ceiling, I switch things up a bit so as not to completely reenact what I did with the woman on the video. I want Jade to feel special. “Come to me, Jade.”
As directed, she gets up, keeping her head down, and comes to me. I’ve instructed her to keep her head down until I tell her otherwise or pick it up myself. I’m surprised to find her body warm and not shaking as I take her right arm and run my hand up and down it. Moving the soft rope around it three times in a spiral fashion, I move her hand over it to hold it while I do the same to the other.
With both arms secured, I take two smaller sections of rope and tie them around each wrist, binding the larger rope to her and making it impossible for her to escape. “These will only come off you when I allow that, Jade. Do you understand?”
“I do,” she whispers huskily.
“Good girl,” I whisper in her ear. “Are you okay?”
“I am.”
With her approval, I move on, wrapping the remainder of the right rope around her upper thigh. I do the same with the rope on the left, then go to get more short rope to hold them in place. “Now, I’ll pull the ropes to suspend your body in the air, Jade. If you feel pulling at your shoulders or your hips, you must let me know right away. The risk of dislocation is great if that happens. You should feel pressure on both your arms and your legs, but nothing else.”
“I understand and promise to be honest with you, Pierce.”
I kiss her lips, then ask, “Would you like to be blindfolded?”
“Not at this time, please,” she answers.
I’ve explained to her that being held off the ground can feel a bit like vertigo and some respond better to it by being blindfolded. But I’ll let her have her way for now.
Hoisting the two ropes at the same time to keep her arms and legs at the same angle at all times, I lift her body off the ground, then hook the ropes to keep her up. Moving quickly, I pull two more ropes from hooks on the wall and tie them around her ankles, making her body go sideways, leaving her hanging over the floor, face first.
“Oh!” she says as she looks at the floor. “Um, uh …”
“Color, Jade?”
“Green. Just this feels odd is all.”
I leave her still for a moment so she can gain some equilibrium. “I’m going to move you back and forth now. Are you sure you still don’t want a blindfold?”
“I’m sure.”
Pulling the ropes, I move her back and forth and watch her close her eyes, then open them. I suppose she’s trying to see which way works best for her. “I’m going to pull you in the other direction now.”
