The Allure of Jute
Under his spell
Realizing this new scene with the Kinbaku master is about to get more intense, my heart beats faster despite my formally answering, “Yes, Tono.”
He watches with an approving eye as I undress. Carefully folding each piece of my uniform, I set it down in a neat pile. Remarkably, instead of feeling vulnerable in front of Tono Nosaka in my naked state, I feel empowered as I face this new challenge.
Before we begin, he pulls out a longer bundle of rope from his bag and sets it on the mat. “Sit in front of me.”
In my current state of undress, the scene feels much more intimate when he wraps his arms around me and presses his chest against my back. “Breathe with me,” he whispers in my ear.
I slowly let out the breath I was unknowingly holding and close my eyes. Listening for his breath, while also paying attention to the slight movement of his chest pressed against my back, I slow my breathing to match his. Although it takes time, it comes faster than my first attempt.
“Yes…” he murmurs once we are in sync.
That familiar feeling of peace and contentment washes through my body, and I smile to myself. There is something magical about this man.
“Now that you are in the right frame of mind, we can begin.” He stands up and holds out his hand to me.
Grasping it, he helps me to my feet and turns me to face the wall of mirrors in front of me. “Stay in sync with my breathing as you watch.”
Picking up a remote, he presses a button, and the music of a lone flute fills the room, adding to the peaceful atmosphere.
I’m thoroughly entranced.
“Lift your hands above your head and clasp the ring above you, hotaru,” he orders. “This binding is called a Corselet Harness.”
Following his command, I stare at myself, liking the way the pose lengthens my curvaceous body and highlights my large breasts in a sensual way.
Tono then kneels in front of me and loops the red jute around my soft stomach just above my belly button. I giggle at the ticklish feel of the rope when he drags it across my skin.
He looks up at me with a smile, enjoying my reaction. “Although this binding is decorative, it can also be challenging depending on how tightly I cinch the rope. On a scale of one to ten, how much would you like to be challenged?”
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I contemplate his question. I remind myself that Anton sent this highly experienced Dom to work with me tonight so that I could work through my fear of bondage. Even though Tono is a stranger, on a fundamental level, I know I can trust this man.
Slowly opening my eyes, I answer firmly, “Five. But I have no interest in being challenged any more than that, and I don’t think I ever will.”
“Very well,” he replies. “Remember that you can always call out your safeword.”
With that, he cinches the knot tighter and begins wrapping the next layer of rope around my torso above it. I notice that as Tono binds me, his movements remain unhurried and seem to effortlessly synchronize with the soothing music he has chosen.
Every detail of this scene has significance, from the measured timing of the rope slapping against the mat accenting the lyrical flute, the smell of the jute mixing with Tono’s alluring scent, to the soothing white of his kimono contrasting against the vibrant red of the rope.
But it is the gentleness of his touch as he continues to bind me that stands out the strongest to me.
I soak in the sensory elements of his scene, appreciating the skill and thought behind everything he does.
Tono catches me staring at him when he stands up to work on the upper part of my body. “What is your color right now?”
I take a moment to really listen to my body before answering. “Between green and yellow.”
“Perfect,” he states, leaning in for a kiss. Being bound in his rope, my senses are heightened, and everything about his kiss becomes intensified. The firmness of his lips, the scent of his cologne, and the one element I’d been missing…
The Kinbaku master’s kisses are slightly sweet with a light grassy undertone that reminds me of matcha. I smile when he pulls away, completely mesmerized by the man.
“As I continue, you will notice the constriction around your ribcage.”
I nod, losing myself in his chocolate brown eyes while silently begging him to kiss me again.
Brushing my cheek lightly, he states, “I want you to be prepared, because the constriction will affect how deeply you can breathe.”
I feel a hint of fear break through my amorous feelings for him and shake my head with uncertainty.
“There is no reason for you to be afraid. I simply want you to be aware.” He glances down at the scissors lying on the mat. “If you call out ‘red,’ I can release you in an instant.”
I frown. “And ruin this beautiful rope?”
“Rope is temporary.” He tilts his head. “Your well-being is all that matters to me.”
I look at him in wonder, realizing how committed Tono is to this scene—and to me.
Gazing deep into my eyes, he asks in a solemn tone, “Do I have your permission to continue?”
I’m surprised by the spark of confidence rising inside me as I stare into his eyes. “Please continue, Tono.”
Giving me a quick kiss of encouragement, he returns to his work, tightening the first band of rope around my ribs.
I stand there, looking at myself in the mirror. I love the shape of my silhouette with my arms stretched upward. The pose accentuates my wide, feminine hips and impressive bosom. Sometimes I feel self-conscious about being overweight, but the fact is, I love my big breasts and slappable ass.
The light touch of his hands as he adjusts the rope with each pass causes goosebumps to rise on my skin. I had no idea that rope could be a form of foreplay. Tono is certainly a master of it, because I feel my pussy getting wet.
But the further the rope corset continues up my torso, the more aware I become of its construction.
“Stop.”
Tono immediately pauses mid-tie and looks up at me. “Are you calling your safeword?”
A small wave of panic rolls over me when I try to take a deep breath. I shake my head once it passes. “No, I just need a moment.”
“Take as much time as you need, hotaru,” he says reassuringly.
I close my eyes, reminding myself that the breathlessness I feel is expected due to the constriction of the jute.
It is not an impending panic attack. Concentrating on the soothing sound of the flute, I mentally readjust to my limited lung capacity.
I am only experiencing the tightness of the rope, I repeat to myself.
Opening my eyes, I meet Tono’s gaze. The peace reflected in them instantly stills my lingering fear, and I smile. “Better.”
He nods, then states, “Let’s wait a moment longer.” His eyes sparkle when he adds, “I want you to enjoy this experience, not endure it.”
I grin, grateful that he is taking his time with me.
Turning my head, I watch him in the mirror. It seems as if time has slowed down, and the only things I am aware of are his breath, the jute around my chest, and the sound of the lone flute.
It’s almost like I’m having an out-of-body experience…
When he starts binding me again, I close my eyes, acutely aware each time he cinches the rope higher while creating the corset. Somehow, he maintains perfect tension on the rope so that it challenges me but does not overwhelm me.
When he completes the corset just under my breasts, I assume he is finished.
But Tono surprises me by taking the rope and pulling the two ends of it up between my breasts slowly and sensually.
He ties a beautiful knot at my collarbone purely for decoration.
Feeling his fingers lightly brush my skin as he ties the intricate knot sends a wave of shivers through my body.
Tono has me completely under his spell…
He then turns me around and loops the remaining rope over my shoulders to create a matching decorative knot between my shoulder blades. I bite my lip as he takes the remaining rope and reaches around, threading it through the two lengths of rope between my breasts.
I let out a surprised gasp when he pulls it back and creates a bra-like frame for my magnificent boobs.
“Wow…” I murmur when he makes the final knot and neatly tucks the ends into the back of the corset. The vibrant red of the rope highlights my chestnut hair and contrasts beautifully against my light skin.
He stands beside me and states with admiration, “Stunning.”
I smile as I look at his rope work. “I agree, it is beautiful.”
His eyes meet mine in the reflection of the mirror. “I meant you.”
I smile, admiring my full breasts framed in the red rope and the intricate corset he created that enhances my voluptuous figure.
Slowly lowering my arms, he leans in close. “You faced your fear tonight, hotaru. Do you see the new confidence that radiates from you?”
I gaze at myself with new eyes and nod as he turns me in place so that I can admire every angle of his work. “And now, let the unbinding begin…” he whispers in my ear.
When I feel his lips press lightly against my neck, my pussy contracts in pleasure. I have never met a man who could turn me on with such a light touch.
“Clasp the ring again,” he murmurs.
I do as he says, biting my bottom lip as he begins to unravel the first knot tied in back. He moves at the same unhurried pace as he undoes his work, slowly sliding the rope over my skin like the soft touch of a lover. I am completely enraptured.
When I feel the final knot release and am freed from his bonds, instead of relief, I feel a loss and collapse to the mat in a puddle of tears. I had grown used to the constriction of Tono’s rope and now feel naked and exposed.
The tears won’t stop, even when he wraps his arms around me.
“Let it out, hotaru.”
I shake my head, unable to stop from crying, “I don’t know what’s wrong…”