My night’s concubine arrived in my room to serve tea, kneeling on the futon in a black silk yukata robe, her black hair pinned up with ornate chopsticks.
She poured the hot drinks, and took a sip for herself with her eyes closed, savoring the flavor. She was just as I had requested, a pale skinned European beauty with breasts so small she was practically flat chested, her pussy shaved smooth.
She had been told what to do before she arrived, and once she had finished her drink she slipped out of her robe and began to apply the ropes to her body.
I sat in the shadows and watched as she bound the ropes around her breasts, pulling the cords tight, the knots pressing against her silky skin. She slipped her head through a loop, feeding the rope down between her thighs, twin coils cutting into her pussy. She pulled them tighter and they splayed her sex open, pulling on her labia. The action exposed her dark pussy lips, her clitoral hood pouting forward. I felt my desire for her build at the sight of her sex caught between the ropes.
The nylon rope wrapped around her body, crisscrossing her naked flesh, and she pulled them tight, finishing the job. It is strange the way detailed, skilled rope bondage looks almost as if it could be confused with swimwear, an intricate costume.
My guest began to swim in the sexual energy of her bonds. Her fingers felt their way lightly along the lengths of rope until they found her nipples, and pinched them hard, making them stiffen and jut out between the ropes.
She had captivated me, and I was tempted to move now and go to her, but I knew there was more to come and that it would be better to wait.
Kneeling before me in the dim light, eyes closed as she had been told, her fingers slipped down her body, following the lines of the rope, until they found her naked pussy, clitoral hood and labia bulbous between the cords.
Two fingers enfolded her pussy, slipping down each side, squeezing her clitoris between them, the tips looking for a way inside. I leaned forward out of the shadows, reaching for my cup, sipping loud enough for her to hear me, then placed the cup back on the tray.
“Turn around,” I ordered, quietly.
Without opening her eyes, she moved around and dropped down on her hands and knees. I felt my erection growing in my pants as I gazed upon her ass. Such a pale, exquisite thing, the white ropes entwined together, running around her pussy and over her asshole.
“Play with yourself,” I said. Her hand snaked between her thighs, fingers stroking her clit, rubbing it as her lips parted, her liquid glistening. I wanted her now, and I was ready.
Leaning forward, I reached out with one hand and stroked a finger over one of hers. She stopped rubbing herself instantly, her hand becoming still. It moved with mine and I guided her finger to her hole and together we entered her.
She was warm and wet, her pussy as tight as the rope that clung to her slim frame. I took my finger from her, whispering that she should remain as she was, then I came forward and knelt behind her, opening my own robe, my erection springing out in front of me.
I stroked my cock over her bonds, feeling how hard the ropes were that crossed her anus, moving my hips until I had dragged my cock down level with her pussy. Reaching down, my breath coming heavy, I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand onto my prick.
“Take me inside,” I said, my desire burgeoning with every light touch of her hand. Her fingers felt their way along my shaft, stroking my balls, before she wrapped them around my girth and pulled me into her.
I pushed forward, going as deep as I could, the ropes pressing into my groin and belly. I felt them rubbing against me, a burning sensation. Reaching out with two hands, I grabbed them and pulled her to me, the ropes biting into her flesh. She gasped but did not pull away, her hand coming from her pussy to keep her stable on all fours as I began to fuck her harder.
Using the ropes, I pulled her onto me, pulled myself into her. She was so incredibly tight. My desire for her was at maximum, the sweat dripping from my face onto her pale, smooth ass as she squeaked and squealed on the end of my cock.
The ropes were burning against my body, but I could not stop. Nothing existed at that moment but this beautiful woman’s body, bound before me in submission, a sexual plaything that I wanted to use; and to worship.
I thought of how much her body turned me on, the way her pussy looked when she had first slipped the ropes around her lips, the way her pussy bulged, her small breasts and stiff, jutting nipples.
My seed erupted inside her and I gripped her tightly, my hands on the ropes, pulling her hard against me. She thrust herself back against me, her own desire taking complete control of her body. We came together, her loud moans and squeals masking my heavy breaths.
When I had done, I pulled out of her and she remained in position, my cum spilling from her open hole, running down over her pink center, dripping from the bonds around her clitoris.
I watched this, the moment burning into my memory, then I tied the cord of my robe and left quietly without another word.
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