Tag: shibari

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She could feel it, each turn, each twist of the ropes. Tight enough that the pattern of their weaving would be etched into her skin. Not permanently, alas, but for long enough. For now, she was a helpless piece of art. Her nipples were hard, aching to be touched, but as the wetness between her legs ached to be filled. No longer in control, his to do with as he pleased.

Utterly helpless.

Utterly free.

No concerns, no worries. Work did not exist. Family did not exist. Bound within those ropes, her entire reality was as a vessel for pleasure. His. Hers. Their bodies intertwined, his hands fully in control.

Maybe if she was good, he’d let her continue to wear the ropes when they went out to dinner…