I kneeled on the floor of the darkened, empty room, naked except for the chain clasped with a lock around my neck. I was on my hands and knees with my thighs spread and my ass as high in the air as I could hold it. My face was near enough to the floor that I could feel my warm breath deflected back at me. This was one of her favorite ways to see me, and I knew she would see it as a gift from me. I had no idea exactly how long I had been there, if it had been minutes or hours; my mind had raced through so many thoughts swirling in my head, so many possible scenarios, that I had lost track of everything except for my desire to please her. She is many things to me; she is a mistress, a master, my rope loving life partner, at times she is my devious and torturous captor. But I don’t call her any of these things. To me she is everything; no word can describe that, so I don’t even try.
Right now, all that separated us was one door. But she needed me to wait, she was busy, she had many things to do before she could attend to me. She told me earlier that today would be very satisfying for me, if I did as she instructed. I trust her, and I had no intention of disobeying. Now she was on the other side of that door, readying herself for me, taking her time to get into the right mood and mindset, while I was to wait out here. Before assuming this position of patience and waiting for her, I had taken some time to ready the room, setting the mood, trying to make it as pleasing to her as possible so she could see how much I wanted to please her. It was slightly cool in the room; just cool enough to keep my nipples hard. The air smelled of cinnamon from the flickering candles I had lit.
Finally the door opened and she walked in, radiant in her black satin. She stood above me, and though I dared not look at her, I knew she was visually inspecting me and the scene I had set. She walked around me slowly, stopping when she got behind me to look at my vulnerable ass. She liked it when I put myself in such compromising positions for her, making myself as exposed and open to violation as possible. She gave my ass a few light whacks, making me moan softly and push my ass further out toward her. She reached to my head, grabbed my hair, and pulled my head up from the floor. I instantly and instinctively opened my mouth for her; I knew very well that I was to keep my lips parted at all times. I silently hoped that she hadn’t noticed that my mouth had been very much closed while my head was down.
She sat down in the only chair that occupied the room and gazed at me. I held my position, loving the way she looked at me, knowing that she was thinking about so many degrading things she could do to me. I looked longingly at a box that was situated by itself in the corner of the room in front of me. She noticed my look, and asked me what I was looking at. I dropped my eyes immediately; it made me feel naughty, as if I had been caught thinking dirty thoughts or something. She laughed darkly and stood. Walking to my ass again, she spanked me one more time on each cheek, just to tease and chastise me, but doing so hard enough to leave her handprint. She then walked away for a moment, going to the corner of the room to retrieve the box that had already caught my eye.
Moving with burning intensity and purpose, she sat the box down beside me and opened it, taking from it a coil of dark blue hemp rope; so dark it was almost actually purple. As the rope uncoiled, she let it fall on my lower back and ass. It felt amazing, sliding softly over my tender skin. Quickly finding the middle point of the rope, she pulled me upright and left me sitting on my knees. She dropped to her knees and teased my nipples with her fingers for a while, pinching and caressing, sometimes brushing my nipples with the soft rope, grass scented rope. Then she began wrapping her ropes around my body, and I could feel the ropes caressing my skin, like her hands had just been, and her hands still wanted to be as they kept stopping to pinch and tease my nipples. I could feel the ropes taking hold of my mind, driving me into a place of mental submission, where my bound mind would soon match my bound body.
As she wrapped the blue rope around my chest, over and under my breasts, over my shoulders, I simply sat there and swayed gently as her ropes tightened around me, holding me as a lover would. When she finished her work the chest harness she had fashioned looked beautiful, accentuating my breasts and the curves of my upper body. She leaned me back against her so she could caress my own rope-clad body; I laid my head back against her shoulder, breathing harder now through my open lips and I spread my knees for her, placing my palms face up, so I could more fully show her my submission. I knew instantly that she noticed this slight change in my posture, because I could hear it in the way her breathing hitched momentarily, betraying her excitement.
She nipped at my neck and shoulders, stinging hard little bites that almost made me cry out. Choosing a particularly delicious part of my neck, she kissed the spot deeply, sucking hard which created a feeling much like that of the dark embrace of a vampire. I swooned; my eyelids fluttered, and I felt the temperature of the room rising in great leaps and bounds. I became light-headed and my body sagged against hers. She pulled away from my neck, and instead began to kiss my open lips. This brought me back into myself, and I returned the kiss for a few blissful moments before she abruptly stood up, and pulled me to my feet as well.
Grasping the few feet of rope hanging from my completed chest harness, she pulled my hands behind my back and firmly tied them there, thrusting my breasts out further. As I stood there, trembling with excitement, she ran her hands, her wonderfully deft fingers, over my chest, touching my breasts, my shoulders, my back; sometimes tugging the ropes that now covered my skin maybe to adjust a rope or maybe just to watch me sway gently as she tugged. Though the room had been cool to begin with, I was now rather hot; the instant she had started tying me it felt warmer to me, as if the rope was a warm blanket that enveloped my body. She looked at me, drinking in the vision of me before her, adorned in her ropes and hungry for violation, her blue eyes burning in the flickering candlelight.
She picked up the box that contained her rope and, pulling me obediently along behind her by my chest harness, she walked out of the room. I followed her throughout the house until we reached our destination. She opened a glass door that opened onto a large room with three walls of brick and one of glass. There were many large and looming, ominous yet sexy looking objects in the room, a spanking bench and a St Andrew’s cross, among others, but it wasn’t these objects that we approached. Instead she walked me toward the single largest thing occupying the room, a beautiful golden wood spiral staircase.
She had set the scene in this room; I had had nothing at all to do with it. Lights were strung around the stairs, giving off a subtle glow similar to the candlelight that we had just left, but bright enough to illuminate the entire scene clearly. On our way to the stairs, we passed a metal clothing rack, but it held nothing as innocent as clothes. Instead, hanging from hangers and hooks were a wide variety of paddles and floggers, slappers and crops, pretty much every kind of striking implement one could desire, creating a raging fire of excitement and anxious anticipation inside of me. I knew that anything was possible; I knew that I was in her world now, and unmistakably and completely vulnerable to her whims, however devious they might turn out to be.