1. Shibari


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: gilrenard, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    with every voluntary or involuntary movement you make.” Mandy swallowed hard and looked away from me. “Your turn,” I smiled. Mandy wrapped the rope around my left wrist. I talked her through the knot. When she closed the tie, she smiled at her accomplishment. I demonstrated a double column tie next, binding her wrists together. I turned her around to face the mirrored wall. I took the rope and slipped it through the suspension ring on the ceiling. Mandy stared at me in the mirror, as I pulled the rope and her arms rose over her head. “Look at yourself in the mirror, Mandy.” She looked at her reflection and said. “Looking at a picture and being in the position are two very different things.” Her breathing had quickened. I walked behind her and pulled the waistband of her yoga pants a few inches lower, exposing her hips. Mandy did not move or say a word. “From here, you can position the clothing, or pose the model,” I grinned, looking at Mandy’s reflection. She nodded her head and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. I untied the rope from the suspension ring and untied her wrists. “Your turn,” I smiled. Mandy bound my wrists and I helped her slip the rope through the suspension ring. She tied the rope off and stood back to look at her work. She froze, like a deer caught in headlights. She did not know how to react to the situation, or what to do next. I asked her, “What are you feeling, Mandy?” She cleared her throat and nervously replied, “I am not sure. I am feeling ...
    many different things.” “What do you want to do now?” She laughed nervously and asked, “May I adjust your shirt?” “You may. I will tell you to stop, if you do something I am not comfortable with,” I reassured her. “Hmmmm, I get the feeling there isn’t much you’re uncomfortable with, Gil. I will stop if you tell me to, I promise.” Mandy reached for my shirt buttons and undid them all. She hesitated for a few seconds, built up enough courage, opened my shirt and stared at my torso. “Very nice,” she looked me in the eyes and asked, “May I undo your belt?” “You may,” I replied. Mandy undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled the zipper down a few inches. “May I spank your ass?” she grinned. “No.” I replied calmly. “Hmmm, what’s to stop me?” she playfully asked. “The promise you made to me.” My words triggered something in her. Previously, she had heard and understood what I explained about trust and feeling safe, now she had experienced them. “You are a good teacher, Gil. It’s also important for a rope bottom to experience being the rigger. It provides invaluable insight, knowing what a rigger goes through,” she smiled as she reached and pulled my zipper all the way down. “That’s my girl. You are a quick study, Mandy.” Mandy wrapped her arms around me and squeezed my ass cheeks. “Nice ass,” she grinned with her eyes locked on mine. She was getting more comfortable and was visibly more relaxed. She ran her fingertips over my neck and down to my belly button. Then she gently ...
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