Abyss of nothingness – #wipitup #bondage

First of the month. Time for a little Wip it.

Something I’m working on and in the last stages before submission. It’s contemporary, kinky and I do love a little rope….

The rope was long, plain white and made of soft fibres. He dangled the tip of it within her eye range and her pulse quickened. She couldn’t help smiling; he’d come prepared.

“I’m going to bind you tight. Laced up like a package. Wrapped for my pleasure, my visual delight. Squeezed flesh, taut skin and total immobilisation. First though, soften you up, how about a gentle flogging?”

She didn’t answer. A pointless exercise, because she’d handed over her body to him. The restraining ropes would sculpture and shape and the pressure points created would help release the endorphin she needed. The ropes would massage her into tight embrace, then the tension of the day would be stripped away, releasing her in other ways. She would drift until her mind and spirit sank into an abyss of nothingness.

She slid forward onto outstretched arms and raised her bottom. The flogging, given to her prone torso was subtle and thorough. Nothing harsh, as they couldn’t make too much noise. She gasped, hissed and groaned. Gradually, she let go and heard only his softly spoken instructions telling her where to position her body for each swing of the suede tails. She reached an edge; her precipice and she began to tumble. He sensed she was entirely his and compliant. It was time to bind her.

There was no rush, no haste to his ropework. He directed her breathing so each coil and twist of the rope was placed in time with her movements. There was no opportunity for suspension or tying her to a fixed feature. Instead, he opted to bind her arms behind her, pressing her wrists and elbows together and weaving the rope about her. He lay her on her back with her knees bent and bound her legs in an elaborate pattern of netting, a criss-cross of loops, which embroidered her legs from her bound big toes and up to her breasts. She was trapped in the midst of a fishnet of woven rope.

Tying the last knot, he stood back to admire his wife.

That’s all folks!