Act 1 Scene 3: Shibari

Mistress S could just not wait to put him in ropes. She had told him so within the first few minutes of the preliminary conversation, and during some early warm-up play. For his part, he was just as impatient for them, as he had been awaiting this moment of surrender with anticipation for days, as important stage in the further offering of his submission to her.

She ordered him over to the suspension rack where he was to remain still as she carefully considered her options in ropes. Once the decision was made, he experienced his first taste of shibari as she expertly weaved her web of bindings over his upper body. She started at his mid-section and worked her way up, pointing out the "man-boobs" she created that would leave his nipples vulnerable to the delicious tortures to come.

Once she completed in the intricate pattern over his torso, she paused to admire her artwork before moving on to binding his arms to his sides. While he could only get a partial perspective of the design she had created, he saw in her eyes the satisfaction she felt, and that engulfed him in a wave of warmth and lightness simultaneously. How beautiful the bondage must have been!

Bound as he was, he was helpless to avoid her next move, a gentle kiss on his lips, a delicate, teasing kiss, that had him slip further into subspace. Already feeling his tenuous hold on the moment sliding from his observational and analytical consciousness, the softness of her lips on his, the smell of the herbal/flowery fragance of her skin, was intoxicating.

As physically vulnerable to her whims as he had dreamed he could be over the course of the past several days, there was no turning back. Not that he would have wanted to. This was another staircase to take him into the depths of his submissive consciousness, and he knew that she would be the perfect guide to this particular journey.

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At the end of the session, as he came out of the shower and started drying off with the towel she had left him, his fingers brushed against an unfamiliar texture on his skin. As he looked down, he saw the rope marks still present from the bondage. The pattern sculpted into his skin was absolutely beautiful, moving him deeply, and as he already longed to have her bind his body once more, he experience their fanthom presence for a few fleeting moments as he closed his eyes and travelled back through a kaleidoscope of scenes and images where he served as the canvass for Mistress S' shibari artistry.

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Later, a fascinating, and unexpected, realization washed over him as he visually and kinesthically relived the experiences of the evening in his mind. A transformation had happened. It was difficult to say when it had happened, or what had triggered it. Perhaps it was only the progression of events that Mistress S had conjured up in her wickedly creative mind that lead him there. Busy with a multitude of sensations, sights, sounds, and smells, some of them new, the others at an intensity he had never experienced before, Mistress S' bondage had moved him from one destination to another without him noticing the transitional change of emotional scenery. The shibari she had weaved him in left him excitedly powerless in the anticipation of what may come. But the catharsis was that the feeling of helplessness at the hands of Mistress S' had somehow morphed into a deep sense of security, of caring, that engulfed him in an overwhelming feeling of release. The chains and weights of the world outside their space had been removed and left behind. And he could truly, finally, express his submissive self, and offer it for the taking to his muse.