Time To Fly

[Deleted Member]

(Shibari/Kinbaku in collaboration with TomSussex)

It was a warm sunny afternoon as he drove her out into the countryside for a picnic. Her summer dress was light and her hair streamed and fluttered in the wind as the car took turn after turn effortlessly, roaring along the straights as he eased the accelerator down. 

With the roof down, the fresh air, scent of flowers and woodland filled her senses as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the seat.

Minutes later the engine noise changed as the car slowed. She opened her eyes as they bumped slowly onto a road that led them further into the woods.

Just a few hundred metres on, he pulled the car to one side and stopped before helping her out, then carrying a basket in one hand, his big palm enfolding her little hand, he led her down a small trail.

After a while, out of sight of the car, he stopped at an old tree with thick branches.

"Perfect"

"Strip" 

His voice was deep and commanding while turning to the picnic basket and pulling out three bundles of Jute rope and a knife.

He takes one rope and tosses it over the large branch and does the same with the other.

As she stood in front of him, with her back against his chest, she could hear the rhythm of his heart and his steady breathing. Her breathing was fast and uneven, her heart rate fast in anticipation.

Wrapping his arms just under her breasts and holding her firmly, he whispers

'Breath with me' 

As she slowed her breathing down to match his, her heart rate also slowed. She was relaxing.

'Do you remember your safe word?'

'Yes Sensei. *** '

He let go and started to wrap the rope in a criss cross pattern around her breasts taking care to lay each piece of rope next to the other. This was done four times as each was tied in a beautiful knot between her shoulder blades. She gasps as he cinches them tighter.

'Color?'

'Green, Sensei'

He continues to wrap and tie her around the waist and knot in front. Another is at her hips, knot in front. He brings the rope between her legs and pulls up behind her back. She gasps and starts to lose the rhythm at the feeling of the rope laying across to her clit.

He begins to bind her left leg and notices her rhythm is still off.

'Color?'

'Yellow, Sensei'

He gets close, wraps her in his arms and whispers to her.

'Trust me. Breath with me'.......'Breath with me'

She finds her rhythm with him again. He picks up another piece of rope and continues to bind her with beautiful knots.

Every pull on the rope takes her closer to subspace.

'Color'

'Green, Sensei'

He ties the ropes that are hanging from the tree to the ropes on her body, she is lifted off the ground as if she is a beautiful flower floating on a breeze.

She feels as though she is weightless and in pure ecstasy.

When she comes back from subspace, he had untied all her bindings and has beautiful rope marks on her body.

'Welcome back baby girl. How did it feel to fly?'

'It was beautiful, Sensei'