“There.The chest harness is complete,” Ares sat back on his heels, admiring his work.“Can I show you how pretty you look?”
A thrill raced through her, and she licked her lips.“Yes.”
Ares stood, and from his slacks he grabbed his phone, and took a picture of her, then held his phone to her.
“Oh.”
The blue rope against her creamy skin made her breasts look so impressive.She’d never be a model but in his ropes she felt beautiful.
Ares stroked her hair, setting his phone to the side.“How are you feeling?”
“Snug.”The word came out like she had a mouthful of something.Her head dropped, as if it was too heavy to keep holding up.With her breasts bound, she felt so secure.
“Good.Can you put your hands behind your back, with your palms together?”
“I am going to try,” Josie stretched her arms back.Ares adjusted her wrists, brought her palms lower.
“Can you hold that position comfortably?”
“I can,” Josie mumbled.She’d never try that pose without his gentle encouragement and she kind of felt like a badass.
“Anything you need before we continue?”Ares steadied her with an intense gaze that made her squirm.
“I’m a little cold.Maybe some water.I should have taken off my glasses.”
“I can fix all those things,” Ares gently took off her glasses, putting them on the dresser.Then he tapped his phone.“I raised the heat by two degrees.Let me know if you need it more than that.”
“Thank you.”
“I want you to be comfortable.I forgot water, I’ll be back,” he caressed her cheek before he left and Josie flexed her fingers but tried to hold the pose.
Alone, she keenly felt the race of her pulse, her awareness taking in how every inch of her body felt, and she concluded that being in Ares’s rope made her feel good.She felt oddly powerful, and it was a weird juxtaposition.Where she was in bondage, but her head swarmed with how free the rope against her skin made her feel.
“What a beautiful sight you are,” Ares came back into the room, leaning down, he put the glass to her lips, and she sipped.The act of him giving her water felt almost as intimate as being tied up.
“Time for the next part of the tie.Your wrists tied behind your back.”
“I think I can do it.”
“If you can’t at any time, tell me.If you’re the slightest bit uncomfortable I want to know,” Ares took another coil of rope from the dresser, and uncoiled it.He knelt beside her and started to wrap the rope around her wrists.She felt the slight pull as he worked, and watched the rope shorten along the floor.It became meditative, feeling the tug, the rope disappearing.
“You’re going to feel another tug on your wrists as I make cinch loops.Let me know if that’s too tight.”
“Oh!The rope pulled tighter but not so snug she couldn’t wiggle her fingers.“It feels good.”
“Perfect.Your hands are secure, I’m going to bind your knees.”
Josie swallowed, but Ares cupping her face gave her a zap of reassurance that she needed.From the dresser, he picked up another coil of rope.
“You’re still with me?”
“Yes, I'm surprised at how comfortable having my boobs tied like this feels.”
“They are so pretty, presented to me like this,” Ares brushed her nipples with his thumbs, sending a jolt through her, shooting a fresh wave of awareness to her pussy.She was so wet.
“Here we go.”Ares brought the rope between his hands, forming a loop then we wrapped it around her legs, just above her knees.
Her breath hitched.
