DarkestNyte
Really Experienced
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- Feb 8, 2009
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The most erotic thing I ever did for Valentine's day was back with the first Dom I served. It was towards the end of our relationship when I was trying to draw his attention back to me after a new girl who had caught it. This bumped her right out of the running too....at least until I left...
He had been in the lifestyle for a long time and knew a lot of people whom, in my time with him, he'd introduced me to. One of them was a Bondage Master, and when I say Master I mean he was a Master Artist with rope. My Master had a collection of probably a hundred pictures he'd bought of this man's work. Each time he practiced his art, he worked with a different material (twine, silk, hemp, satin, etc) in a different color. When he was done binding a man or a woman it would look as if the subject was dressed in their bonds and beautifully, elegantly so.
I called him and arranged a session. I had to make some promises to get in last minute but that's a different story....
Well, I meet up with a friend who brought along her digital video camera and we went to meet this Bondage Master. It took three hours but he bound me from head to toe with my friend recording every minute. It's hard to describe because it was so intricate....I was bound with a thin, deep red rope that to this day I'm not sure what it was made of. It was strong but soft. It started as a gag in my mouth and wrapped down my back and around my arms which were pulled in front of me. It went down my arms, wrapped and knotted over and over again to my wrists. The rope then went from my wrists between my legs where he took great care in tying several knots which he fitted loosely around my pussy. It then went between my ass where it was again knotted this time large enough to block access while at the same time pressing against that hole hard enough to make the knots around my pussy damp. It was then wrapped and knotted intricately up and down my back and some how worked it's way back down my legs, knotting them tight together to the ankles.
When it was all done he helped me to a mirror (I cold barely move). I'm not doing the work justice in words, I'm not sure how anyone could really. All I can tell you is that it was one of the most erotic 3 hours of my life and while he obviously touched me, he never actually touched me but I was soaking wet. I looked like I was wearing a macrame red dress that simply accentuated every part of me. My arms were bound together but were flexible enough in their binding the they could be raised above my head if the cord running between my legs was cut. Now however, if my wrists were pulled forward it caused the cord between my legs to move; the knots he'd tied over my clit and the one at my ass to tighten and push in slightly (feeling like the head of a cock just beginning to press in). He showed me how, if I was bent over which the rope barely allowed, there was enough give for my Master to take my pussy, but he'd have to cut the rope to get to my ass (which I'd told him was my Master's favorite part of me).
While I was being shown the intricate nature of my bonds my friend was sending the video to my Master. I knew watching me being Bound would do a few things. It would set his jealous nature to work (the idea of someone else touching me without his permission) which would make him want to assert his Dominance. And two, it would fascinate him simply because he'd never expected this person to work with one of his slaves without being paid a huge fee (His frustration with me when he found out what payment I'd agreed to was...intense...but again that's another story
).
I knew when my friend rang his doorbell, after he'd watched about an hour of the video, and said I was still bound and in the car if he wanted me....he wouldn't be thinking about the girl he was supposed to fuck in a few hours. I was right...her "date" that night was canceled and if I was punished by him for it, it was done well.
He had been in the lifestyle for a long time and knew a lot of people whom, in my time with him, he'd introduced me to. One of them was a Bondage Master, and when I say Master I mean he was a Master Artist with rope. My Master had a collection of probably a hundred pictures he'd bought of this man's work. Each time he practiced his art, he worked with a different material (twine, silk, hemp, satin, etc) in a different color. When he was done binding a man or a woman it would look as if the subject was dressed in their bonds and beautifully, elegantly so.
I called him and arranged a session. I had to make some promises to get in last minute but that's a different story....

Well, I meet up with a friend who brought along her digital video camera and we went to meet this Bondage Master. It took three hours but he bound me from head to toe with my friend recording every minute. It's hard to describe because it was so intricate....I was bound with a thin, deep red rope that to this day I'm not sure what it was made of. It was strong but soft. It started as a gag in my mouth and wrapped down my back and around my arms which were pulled in front of me. It went down my arms, wrapped and knotted over and over again to my wrists. The rope then went from my wrists between my legs where he took great care in tying several knots which he fitted loosely around my pussy. It then went between my ass where it was again knotted this time large enough to block access while at the same time pressing against that hole hard enough to make the knots around my pussy damp. It was then wrapped and knotted intricately up and down my back and some how worked it's way back down my legs, knotting them tight together to the ankles.
When it was all done he helped me to a mirror (I cold barely move). I'm not doing the work justice in words, I'm not sure how anyone could really. All I can tell you is that it was one of the most erotic 3 hours of my life and while he obviously touched me, he never actually touched me but I was soaking wet. I looked like I was wearing a macrame red dress that simply accentuated every part of me. My arms were bound together but were flexible enough in their binding the they could be raised above my head if the cord running between my legs was cut. Now however, if my wrists were pulled forward it caused the cord between my legs to move; the knots he'd tied over my clit and the one at my ass to tighten and push in slightly (feeling like the head of a cock just beginning to press in). He showed me how, if I was bent over which the rope barely allowed, there was enough give for my Master to take my pussy, but he'd have to cut the rope to get to my ass (which I'd told him was my Master's favorite part of me).
While I was being shown the intricate nature of my bonds my friend was sending the video to my Master. I knew watching me being Bound would do a few things. It would set his jealous nature to work (the idea of someone else touching me without his permission) which would make him want to assert his Dominance. And two, it would fascinate him simply because he'd never expected this person to work with one of his slaves without being paid a huge fee (His frustration with me when he found out what payment I'd agreed to was...intense...but again that's another story
I knew when my friend rang his doorbell, after he'd watched about an hour of the video, and said I was still bound and in the car if he wanted me....he wouldn't be thinking about the girl he was supposed to fuck in a few hours. I was right...her "date" that night was canceled and if I was punished by him for it, it was done well.

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