The music started slowly and was barely noticeable, but quickly built. Her upper body moved as if she were a sensuoussnake. Her hips shimmied and shook to the beat of the music. Her arms went up into the air, twining around each other. And she made her way to me while dancing. I was sweating, and my cock was a large lump in my pants by the time she got to me. It got worse as she rubbed her body on mine while she circled me. The song lasted no more than four or five minutes, but I was mesmerized when it ended. Anastasia gave me a satisfied smile as she came to a rest in front of me.
“Rei, I hope that got you in the right frame of mind,maalik.”
“Fuck me, yes, I’m in a frame of mind. What doesmaalikmean?” I asked.
“It means master. I think that it’s appropriate when we’re doing this since you’re the rope master, my master.”
A deep groan escaped, but I couldn’t stop it. The urge to throw her on the floor and ravage her was beating at me. It took me several moments to calm down enough to proceed.
“I love the dance and what you’re wearing. However much I love it, I think you should remove your top but leave the skirt on. The chest harness I want to create, thehishi, will be ideal with your skirt.”
“Hishi? Does that mean something?” she asked as she undid her top and let it slither down her arms to be placed on a nearby table.
“It’s Japanese, meaning diamond. I’ll create a diamond pattern at the center of your chest to replace your top. It’ll follow your body’s contours, showing off your killer natural curves. I know it’ll be hard not to move, but try. You can’t fully let go and be free unless you wholeheartedly accept the tie, which is only possible if you embrace being unable to move. Fight the instinct to get free.”
As I talked about the upcoming experience, my brain got back into the right headspace. I picked up the twenty-six-footlength of turquoise hemp. I slid it through my hand, testing the burn speed and making sure there were no rough or splintered spots. It was as smooth as I wanted it to be.
“Stand here,” I ordered, pointing to the spot.
Anastasia didn’t hesitate to do it. As soon as she was on her mark, I began to weave. As I did, I spoke to her as needed to explain what I was doing. I named off the types of knots and cinches I was creating. Usually, I’d remain silent, but I enjoyed teaching her about it.
First, I created a lark’s head knot, which was simply a sliding knot. That was combined with a single-column tie. The column was the first anchor that wouldn’t tighten when I pulled on the tails extending from the lark’s head and tied them around her waist. To those, I created two overhand knots.
Overhand knots were fundamental in rigging and shibari. They were stoppers that prevent ropes from slipping or fraying. An overhand knot was a foundation for numerous other knots. All I did was form a loop and pass the working end through the loop. I wrapped the rope around her chest and pulled it between the overhand knots, reversing tension. This reversal created the diamond shape.
Along with the diamonds, the hishi cinched her arms to her sides, keeping her immobile. To help her relax, I asked her to take deep breaths from time to time. I repeatedly checked that the knots and ropes lay untwisted against her skin.
In addition, I touched her to make sure her skin remained warm, and the color didn’t change. Any signs of that happening, and the shears would be used immediately. There was no damn way I’d risk harming her. It was a relatively quick chest design to create, even with giving her a tutorial on what I was doing and the different ties and knots used. It took fifteen minutes.
Where I had Anastasia stand, she could see herself in a full-length mirror when I turned her once I was finished. Hercheeks were pink, and her breathing was a smidge elevated when she saw herself. Not a word was spoken for a solid thirty seconds.
“What do you think? This is a quick one,” I told her.
“I feel so sexy, and even though it’s tight, I feel relaxed. It’s like being held tightly in a hug. I feel safe and free, which is crazy,” she said softly.
Joy spread throughout my body.
“That’s what you’re supposed to get from it. The longer the session, the deeper you should fall. You can get what we call rope high if I do it correctly. Your body will release endorphins, and you’ll enter a trance-like, euphoric state in response to the tight, rhythmic, sustained pressure. You can feel mildly drunk.”
“Can we do more?” she asked eagerly.
I checked the clock. I’d booked a double session, so we had plenty of time.
“I don’t want to push you too far, Sia.”
“You won’t. If I start to feel as if it’s becoming too much or I’m hurting or tired, I’ll tell you. Please. You mentioned a hip harness. How long does that take to make?”
“Experienced like me, no longer than the top did. These are simple designs,” I admitted.
“I can handle it. And this time, play whatever music you want. And I’ll remove my skirt.”
The image of her naked with the ties on her bare flesh made my cock weep.
“Let me strip you and put you back in position,” I demanded.
Within moments, I had her standing there in nothing but the hishi. For her bottom, I chose a black rope.
“This one gets its name because of the woven pattern on the sides that accent your hips. They’re teardrop-shaped. If we do suspension, this is one of the designs I like to use. It’s nothard to do once you get the pattern down, but it is very visually appealing for me,” I explained before I went and switched out the music.
