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A rope bunny is someone who enjoys being tied up for sexual and non-sexual purposes.

Shibari- The art of Japanese rope bondage

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The smell of recently burned incense, natural hemp rope and masculine cologne surrounds me. It's a familiar and heady mix that instantly makes me feel more relaxed. I know these scents well. I'm comfortable here.

I sense him before I see him. I'm stood in the middle of the room as instructed, staring ahead and waiting for my next directions. The rough pad of his pointer finger travels up the back of my arm and along my shoulder.

It skims across my back, slipping past my short hair in the process. When he reaches my opposite shoulder, he slides his finger down my arm to my elbow before pulling away.

'Strip.'

The word hangs between us, heavy and full of promise. Without hesitating, I slip out of my shoes and reach behind my back for the zipper on my skirt. The rasp of the metal teeth unlocking fills the silence in the room.

I let the skirt drop to the floor around my ankles. I make to undo the top of my halter-neck, but his hands beat me to it. He deftly unties the knot at the back of my neck and the straps fall forwards, exposing my breasts to the air.

It is not cold in this room, but it is cooler than in my top and my nipples instantly harden. Taking hold of the fabric still around my waist, I slide the top down the rest of my body to my feet. I step out of both the top and the skirt.

Wearing nothing but my pretty thong, I remain still, my eyes focussed on the wall ahead.

'Did I not say strip?'

I rub my lips together and take off my thong, following his orders completely.

'Beautiful,' he murmurs behind me.

He walks around to my front, doing a full circle of my body to appreciate it from all angles. I keep my eyes straight ahead and don't let them stray to his handsome face. He wouldn't be pleased if I did that.

He places his fingers under my chin and lifts my face, turning it this way and that to admire it.

'So beautiful.'

My body warms at the praise.

He drags his hands up and down my arms, savouring the touch of my smooth skin. I moisturise daily to keep my body soft for him.

'Fetch me the rope whilst I tidy up your mess,' he orders calmly.

I turn on my heel and walk to the corner of the room, where a pile of neatly coiled rope sits. I pick it up with both of my hands and carry the heavy weight over to him.

He has collected my clothes from the floor and laid them across the chair on the opposite side of the room. I keep my eyes lowered as I hold out the rope in offering. He takes it from me.

'Arms up and out to the sides.'

I do as he asks, taking the stance of the Vitruvian Man by da Vinci. I swallow instinctively, my tongue feels thick in my mouth. As always, both fear and excited bubble through me as he starts to wrap the rope around my skin.

Hemp rope is rough to the touch. The fibres are natural and not smooth at all. When dragged across the skin, they sensitise and exfoliate it.

After wrapping the rope around each of my wrists, he pulls my arms behind my back. With steady, practiced hands, he methodically ties the rope, binding both of my arms together.

He pulls the rope taught, drawing my arms together. This, in turn, forces me to arch my back, which pushes my breasts out. He makes a knot at the base of my spine, where my bound wrists lay.

I grit my teeth as the hard part comes. He guides the rope through my legs and grabs it from the front, he pulls it up and starts lacing it around my waist like a harness. As time goes on, I stand patiently, feeling the binds become more and more intricate. The rope comes up over my shoulders and around my neck. It goes above and below my breasts, squeezing them together and pushing them up.

I close my eyes and wait for the kicker. The final part. Without looking, I can already see the smirk on his face. I know that he savours this part, he has told me enough times.

He pulls on the rope in his hands. The length wrapped endlessly around my body creaks as the tension increases. He wraps the rope around his hand, drawing it tighter. This pulls the rope tighter around my body. The length moves through the knots, constricting around me.

The length of rope currently loose against my pussy becomes tight. He keeps pulling until the rope presses against my pussy lips, prising them open so that the fibres grate against my sensitive flesh.

Only when I gasp and lift onto my toes, does he stop pulling. Satisfied that I am bound tightly enough, he knots the rope lead and drops it. It falls to my side and brushes against my calf.

'Climb onto the bed and get onto all fours.'

I steel myself to follow the command. I take a tentative step forward, grimacing when the rope rubs against my tender flesh. Walking like someone who has just laid a large egg, I waddle over to the bed, trying to keep my legs apart so that the rope rubs against my pussy as little as possible.

Following his instructions, I climb onto the bed and get onto my hands and knees. I stare at the grey bed covers and focus on my breathing.

For the longest amount of time, he doesn't join me or touch me. He walks around the bed, viewing me at different angles, admiring his work.

'Truly magnificent,' he murmurs from behind me, making me jump.

I had zoned out without realising it and he is now kneeled behind me on the bed. His fingers skim over the exposed parts of my skin. He caresses my bottom and thighs. He kneads his fingers into my skin and massages me until I start getting aroused.

My nipples tighten and abrade themselves against the rope. My pussy starts to get wet, soaking the rope wedged between my lower lips.

Knowing that I'm enjoying myself, he slowly pushes the rope to one side, so that it rests in my groin instead. He exposes my pussy to him and runs his fingers up and down the folds. He pushes two fingers inside me, making me gasp.

I press back against his hand, enjoying the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out. It's a maddening rhythm that he sets, fast, but not fast enough to really do anything.

'Please,' I moan.

His chuckle is my answer. There is the rustling of fabric and my excitement piques. He removes his trousers, this much I am certain of without looking. I hear the metallic clinking of his belt.

I'm startled when the end lands on my right buttock without warning. I cry out in surprise more than pain.

'You thought you were getting what you wanted that easily?' He mocks me and I pout to myself.

'Beg and maybe, I will indulge us both.'

'Please, Sir,' I beg breathily. 'Please. I want you, I need you inside of me.'

I beg without shame, knowing that it will get me what I want. My arousal outweighs my dignity right now. He makes me plead another couple of times before caving.

'Seeing as you pleaded so nicely,' he says warmly. His hands caress my buttocks. 'Take everything and come as many times as you like.'

I sigh with happiness as I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. He sinks inside me inch by inch, drawing out the pleasure for both of us.

He uses the rope wrapped around my waist to provide grip. He holds me in place whilst he pounds into me. Each movement makes the rope grate against my skin, but I live for the burning friction.

Being bound like this, totally at his mercy and wrapped up in his love, this is all I need.

For all the time it took to get us here, the endless minutes he spent patiently tying me up just the way he wanted, it doesn't take half as long for it all to end.

I cry out into the duvet, losing count of how orgasms rip through my body. The ropes hold me up as my limp body sags against the binds.

He follows shortly after, grunting behind me as he reaches his peak. He collapses on my back, breathing quickly.

It takes a few minutes for us both to get our breath back and stop trembling. He brushes my hair back from my sweaty face and lovingly strokes my cheek.

'My little rope bunny.'

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I've had 3 authors interested in the promotional chapters! I will post them sometime next week.