Page 141 of Masters of Secrets

It was like doing macrame, but instead of a potted plant, she was doing it around Connor. The Nijûbishi pattern made pretty diamond patterns down his front. If he was a woman, she would have called it the beginning of a rope dress, but for him, it was more like a rope shirt.

Working on the ties relaxed her. It required her full focus, which meant her mind couldn’t wander to things like Dickhole Don, and at the same time, the repeating motions helped soothe her. The fact that Connor was a huge, muscular guy, letting her tie him into place also helped soothe her.

And she did like having him completely at her mercy.

He liked it, too.

His dick was fully erect, and Julie made no effort to avoid brushing against the thick length, though she wasn’t deliberately teasing him. With how she was moving around him, she didn’t need to be deliberate… She was saving the deliberate teasing for once she had him totally tied down.

“How is that?” she asked, slipping her fingers under the ropes she’d just tied to check that they weren’t too tight, even as she asked him. “Anything tingling?”

He smiled at her, almost dreamily. The more rope she’d gotten knotted around him, the more relaxed he’d become, and she was feeding off that, too. With every knot she’d added to the pattern, it felt like another knot released from between her shoulders.

“Just my dick.”

Pressing her lips together, Julie did her best not to smile. He wasn’t bratting exactly, but he also knew that wasn’t the response she was looking for.

Reaching down, she gave the appendage in question a little tap on the head, hard enough to make him groan.

“Just my dick, Ma’am,” he amended, startling a laugh out of her.

Dammit.

“You’re being a naughty boy, Connor,” she said, shaking her head and giving the tip of his cock another hard tap, making it bob in front of him. “I need to know if anything other than your dick is tingling or feeling off.”

“No, Ma’am.” Undeterred, he grinned cheekily at her. Julie wondered if he was getting rope drunk already.

She couldn’t help but wonder how he’d react if she made him fly.

But right now, she was tying him down to a chair, not up in the air.

Reaching up, she patted his cheek, the bristles of his five o’clock shadow rubbing against her hand.

Then she got back to work, making a triangle with the rope around his groin, knotting it just underneath his balls, not quite pressing against his perineum. Connor shifted in his seat, as though he was trying to get a little more comfortable. The positions of the rope weren’t going to cut off his circulation, but it was the first bit of rope that was anywhere near his genitals. He was understandably a little nervous about what she might do next.

Fortunately for him, her next stop was his feet.

Kneeling between them, she smiled when her hair brushed against his dick, and he groaned again, the chair creaking as he shuddered. This next part was quick and easy, as she tied each end of the rope around his ankles, wrapping the rope around each leg a few times before tying off the knot at the back, ensuring it wasn’t too tight and that it wouldn’t get tighter when he moved.

The ropes from his balls to his ankles made a V shape between his legs, a nice little spot for her to kneel while she toyed with him.

Already, she felt a million times better than she had when she’d first arrived at his house. Putting her hands on his knees, she slid them up to where the ropes framed his groin, stopping just short of them, and his dick jerked in reaction.

“What do you think?” she asked, curious to see how he was feeling in the midst of his first experience with Shibari.

“Really good, Ma’am.” He smiled broadly, his eyes still hazy. Yup, he was a happy, rope-drunk submissive. “As long as you aren’t going to ask me to get up.”

Julie laughed. No, she wasn’t going to ask him to get up. She was going to torture him instead.

“You’re perfect exactly where you are,” she said, getting to her feet. Suppressing a snicker, she wagged her finger at him. “Now, don’t move. I have to get a few more things.”

Thanks to the open floor plan, she could get what she wanted without having to let him out of her line of sight.

Connor

The first thing Mistress Julie got was a blindfold.

The sensory deprivation made him acutely aware of how the ropes felt around him. It was a natural fiber rope, a length that he’d gotten when he’d first joined the kink scene, then never used. He’d actually bought quite a few toys when he’d first joined the scene, some of which had been used, many of which hadn’t. Somehow, it felt fitting that its first use was on him rather than him using it on someone else… like part of him had been saving it for that.