Heading down the steep steps, I couldn’t help but wonder why the music was playing. When I reached the bottom the music reached a crescendo with an intense tempo. My heart began to race as I hurried to the playroom. If I had been smart, I would have turned around and left, but I couldn’t. If Martin was listening to this music, something was wrong and I felt that he needed me.
Pushing open the door, my intuition was right. Martin was kneeling in the middle of the room with his hands over his eyes as if to hide what he was feeling. Rushing to his side, I lowered my body next to his. I had never seen him this way and needed to know what had him so sad. “What is it, Martin?”
He lifted his head and stared straight ahead without saying a word. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I pleaded, “Martin, please tell me.”
When his eyes met mine, I could tell that he had been drinking. Looking around the room, I spotted a half empty bottle of Scotch on a small table next to the chest. Pulling my gaze back to him, Martin grabbed my hand and squeezed it lightly. There was something different in the way he looked at me, but what he wanted was clear. “It’s time. Remove all your clothes.”
Standing to my feet, I wanted to tell him that I didn’t think it was a good idea to resume my training in his state of mind, but the way he looked at me, it wouldn’t have mattered. Doing as he asked, I removed my clothes, never taking my eyes off of his. I thought for sure I could read his thoughts, but there was only a blank expression on his face.
Completely naked, I took my submissive position and lowered my head. Wondering what he would ask me to do next, the chill of the room pierced my skin. I felt uncomfortable being naked in the silence. Going against everything that I was taught, I lifted my head. Martin stood in front of me holding a red rope coiled in his hand.
Walking toward me, he pushed back my hair and leaned in, pressing his mouth to my ear. “Let the festivities begin.”
Gliding his hand down my arm, the warmth of his hand was comforting against my cool skin. Pulling my hand behind my back, he wrapped the rope around my wrist twice before reaching for my other hand. Wrapping the rope around my other wrist, my wrists came together as he pulled on the rope. Holding the ends in his hands, he rounded my body, placing each end of the rope over my shoulders. Tying the two ends together in a knot, Martin positioned the knot at my throat before throwing the ends over my shoulders.
Kissing me tenderly on the lips, I could feel the power he had over me as he whispered, “Shibari is Japanese bondage. If done correctly, it can be exquisite.”
I didn’t know if I should to respond until he continued. “It is important that you trust me completely. One wrong move and it could end up very bad. Do you trust me, Lanie?”
Nodding my head, I answered, “Yes, I trust you completely.”
“You will address me as Sir, Lanie.”
He tugged at the ends of the rope, which caused the knot to press against my throat, I was forced to respond. “Yes, Sir. I trust you completely.”
“Good.”
Taking a deep breath, I stood still while he continued to work the rope around and across my body. When he had finished, my upper body was covered with a beautiful work of art. Never had I experienced this kind of bondage. Then again, I was sure that Master Winston was incapable of creating something so beautiful.
Leading me over to the kneeling bench, Martin kicked my legs apart and secured each ankle to the bench. Rounding the bench, he took the end of the rope that hung freely between my breasts and secured it to the hook sticking up from the floor. Pulling the rope, my body fell forward until my ribs rested on the padded board. With the rope holding me in place, I couldn’t lift my head to see where Martin had gone.
When he had returned, he stepped behind me and placed a ball in my hand. “If ever it gets to be too much for you Lanie, you need to squeeze this ball.”
Closing my hand around the ball, a high-pitched squeak sounded. I wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t allow me to use my safe word. It was only after he placed a gag ball against my mouth that I knew I wouldn’t be able to speak. I had never been bound this way, and although it was exciting, it made me very nervous. “Martin, I don’t feel comfortable with the gag ball in my mouth.”
“Do you trust me, Lanie?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.”
Opening my mouth, I allowed him to place the ball inside and secure the straps it behind my head. Even though I had all the control over how this would play out, something didn’t seem right. Martin had never been so excessive in his restraints and it was so unlike him.
I could only hear what he was doing and could only guess he was grabbing something from his chest. When he returned, he positioned himself behind me. He didn’t say a word until he pulled on the other end of the red silk rope that he left resting on my back. As he pulled, my head tipped back and I could feel the pressure of the knot press against my throat. If he pulled any harder, it would cut off my air supply. I had to trust him that he wouldn’t let that happen.
My heart began to hammer in my chest as I felt Martin pull on the rope a little more. Barely able to breathe, I tried to move my head to relieve some of the pressure. As I squeezed the ball that I still had in my hand over and over, Martin loosened his grip on the rope and the pressure of the knot against my throat lessened.
There was something dark in Martin’s voice, as though something evil had taken possession of his body. “There is no need to be afraid, Lanie. It’s time to test your limits.”
I wasn’t sure what limits he thought needed to be tested. All I could do was wait and see. Becoming uncomfortable in the position I was in, I waited with anticipation for what would happen next. Martin was no longer behind me, but I knew that he was still in the room. His footsteps were light, which told me that he might have removed his shoes.
To my shock and surprise, his hand came down on my ass, leaving a piercing sting behind. I could feel my womanly juices dripping between my legs. The minute his fingers fell between my folds, he would know of my arousal. Gilding one, then two fingers inside, he pulled on the rope, bringing my head back while thrusting his fingers as he pulled back. My body felt heated, and even though I was finding it hard to breathe, I didn’t want him to quit.
Removing his fingers, I heard his zipper being lowered and the rustling of his pants before they settled on the floor. As he pressed his cock to my entrance, the pressure of the knot intensified. Thrusting inside, his movements increased as he held onto the rope. I knew any moment I would pass out with lack of oxygen. Squeezing the ball, I needed a reprieve. It didn’t matter how long or how hard I squeezed the ball, Martin continued to pull harder on the rope as he pushed deeper inside me. There was nothing I could do before there was no air left.
~Fifteen~