“Then know this: I plan to wrap you in the rope like a treasured gift to myself.A fairly simple undertaking that will make you look absolutely scandalous and keep you in a state of helpless anticipation.”
“So, pretty much the usual,” I said.
“Yes.Pretty much the usual,” he agreed.“Now stand still and put your arms behind your back.
“Aye, aye, Captain.”
I obeyed, becoming more and more ignited as he went about his quiet and deliberate work.
The pressure of the rope as he looped the soft material over my limbs and wrapped the length around my belly and torso, made a kind of brassiere around my pectoral muscles.Taut enough to constrain and push up the flesh, but not so tight as to impede my breathing.
“What did you say this was called?”I asked, gazing down at myself in rapture.
“Hojojutsu.”
“Hojo-what-su?”
“Hojojutsu,” he said, more slowly, careful to maintain his focus on the task.
“Huh.”
“It’s a creation of the Japanese.For tying up prisoners.”
“Oh…my.”
He picked up a smaller length of rope and made a harness around my bollocks and the base of my prick, a technique he’d used before to keep me in a state of solidity and readiness as he teased me past the point of sanity.When he had me trussed up to his liking, he gave my cock a couple of careless tugs and nodded to the bed.
“Up you go.”
I cocked my head.“Uh…I’m trussed like a Sunday roast.How am I supposed to get there?”
“I would suggest quite carefully,” he said, leaning back against the table and crossing his arms over his chest.
I narrowed my eyes.“You only want to watch me struggle.”
“Hmm, what a perceptive observation,” he said.“Get on the bloody bed.”
“For fuck’s sake.”I huffed a breath, then turned and attempted to climb onto the bed with my arms and hands restrained.The task was humiliating in the extreme.I misjudged when I brought my other knee up and fell forward into the mattress, onto my face.
“Goddam bugger,” I mumbled into the blankets.
“We must work on your form, I fear,” Captain Martin said, clicking his tongue as I struggled to right myself.“I’d order you to be silent, but your mutterings are as amusing as your attempts at obedience.”
I gave him the finger as awkward as that was from my current position.
He slapped me on the arse and I yipped.He had conveniently left the flesh of my backside clear of rope and now I understood why.
This man, I swear.I sighed with happiness.
“Saucy, saucy, witch.Such a powerful witch.Such a naughty, naughty witch.”He spoke these words whilst touching me everywhere, gliding his fingers over the criss-crossing ropes and my naked flesh as I shivered with excitement.
“Your witch,” I whispered.
“My witch.My husband.My seed-bucket.My filthy little acolyte.”
I moaned as he attached me to the chain above the bed.
He chuckled and slid his fingers in the crack of my arse, tickling my hole.
