I am found
Cinched with gusto.
The feeling of the rope is not tight yet it leaves a firm sensation. Holding me in my place as I am entangled in the long snake like vines that will be crossed in sections of my body.
She pegs my hand open to hold on a bullet vibrator. My hands tied and immovable, she places them with the bullet between my legs. Vibrating my core as I'm forced to hold it there against my will. We begin as equals, my hand cups her full breasts as she brings the red rope around my body.
Teasing me with simple gestures of the rope tickling my skin as she wraps it around. She tightens in the reigns of the rope with a cinch. Pulling my body against hers, I feel her hot breath on my neck.
The air makes the hairs on my neck stand, I shiver and tense from the different impressions on my flesh. My skin prickling at the sensation of Shibari; the Japanese art of rope play.
“How does this feel?” She asks me as sh continues to place the rope carefully around my body.
“I feel fine,” she then tugs me harshly. I had forgotten to address her proper name.
“I feel fine mistress.” She leans in to whisper in my ear.
“Good girl.”
She wraps the rope around me once more, walking to the front of my peripheral vision. She pulls on the rope with her teeth as she gazes into my eyes with an intense glint. A cheeky smirk to her lips as she takes full control of our dynamic.
The sound of a dusting of roughness sings a lullaby to my ears. Rubbing on my skin as it blemishes in light red complexion.
A form of a V shape sits on my neck that travels between the valley of my breast. She loops the rope once more. Then pulls it hard jilting my body awake coming next to her.
One minute she pulls my body in flexion of relaxation. Then the next I am forced to be on my toes. Keeping me on the edge of stress and serenity.
“You are lost in social norms that have kept you boxed in.” She says this as if it were a fact. How she found me sitting in a corner of a kink party where I stood as a shy lamb. I consented to this, speaking before hand of what I truly desire.
“Yes mistress.”
“It is now time to free what you've been boxed in.” She walks around me, feeling the softness of my skin. Her raven hair bouncing on her sleek back. The lights shinning on her latex dress. The clicking of her heels making a sound that lets everyone know she is here and is not going anywhere.
“I am lost mistress.” I whisper as she now stands in front of me again.
“I will find you.”
Combinatorics of a semantic rhythm that forces my mind to be wary of what comes next. With the exception that only she decides what I must endure. On my toes to keep up with her games.
Once the rope is wrapped around my body from the neck down to my hips. She then places the rope between my legs that is soaked with anticipation and frustration.
She ties it hard so I am unable to move my arms but my feet are still mobile to walk at her will. She pulls the string hard which makes me tilt over on the heels of my foot. However, her hands keep a tight grip on the rope between the breast that I am held in place because of her.
My head tilts back feeling as if I am falling yet floating at the strength of her hands. She grabs the extra red rope that is wrapped securely around my thighs. She gently pushes my body down on the ground. Then the rope near my crotch is pulled in the loop of the extra rope. Forcing my legs to bend at the knees and my feet to touch the side of my ass.
Bringing the rope in between the toes of my feet that wiggle at the tickling sensation. My body jolts in response to her mimics of a light feather. More bullet vibrators are brought in.
Slipping each one in the opening holes she left down the trail of my stomach. From the top to the bottom it is set from low to high. My cunt being tortured at the highest setting.
Multiple vibrations buzzing in the skin.
My movements pulling on the rope that now kisses my skin with red welts. Vibrators making my skin feel alive and on edge.
Tilting between erotic and insanity.
She laughs at my fail attempts to not show her I am getting off on this. She gives me a deep laugh as my cunt now throbs at the expansion of vibrators that awakens the nerve endings vivaciously.
I gasp as she forces my body to sit up straight. Forcing the bullet to enter deep inside me. I close my eyes shut as the mixture of the rope and vibration combined in a toxic sensation of euphoria.
She then squats in front of me, her heels clicking on the sides of me as they sink their edges into the skin of my thighs.
“Hi,” she says, I can hear the smile to her sound that rings out into the four corners of the walls.
I open my eyes to her face, her sweet minted breath hitting the skin that changes my cheeks into a rosy hue. I feel flirty and light, cheeky almost. The need to throw a fit of giggles is prevalent.
She then rocks my body as she sits on my crotch with her pantiless pussy as she unzips the back of her skirt. Revealing garter belts and sexy panties.
We rock back and forth as she tugs on the front of my ropes that bites into the soft flesh of my nipples. They peek at the touch of her skin on my own. Our bodies melting together as one.
Rocking to the harmonious sounds of vibrators that sing to our souls. Our cunts soused at the vibrations between my legs. Skin rubbing back and forth as we careen into an oblivious state of mind. My head tilts back as I feel all of the blood circulate in rhythmic tantra of a burning fire within us.
My mind lost within the deep valley of sensual rhapsody. The rope that clings to my skin, her hands of strength that hold onto my body. Rocking me in a fashion of a babe being lulled to sleep.
I am asleep.
Yet I am awake to the world around me, opening my mind, body, and soul to a human connection so deep. I am lost yet I am also found with this human that sits on me as her throne.
I am her victory.
She is my sanctuary.
She then moves my body upwards to only sit behind me. She removes the vibrators, everything is now quiet.
In the silence, our breaths are slow. A beat of patience and power becoming into one body. Her hands glide on my skin as if to kiss the pink blushes away.
Her hand then lays on my chest, the slow beats of my heart sings a melody of calmness. She makes me soul relax in the state of submission.
I am found.
She has found me when I had been lost in the waves. We feel each other's soul, the beginning of aftercare has started even though I am not of the ropes. Tears of happiness in this sweet intimacy as I am vulnerable with this human being.
Our souls connect.
Our souls are found.
I am found.
This is apart of my new story Erotica Romantica on Inkitt. I simply wanted to share the first chapter once read and see what readers thought of it. I hope you all enjoyed.