Chapter Ten
Theo
I spent the whole of Sunday morning feeling weirdly calm and grounded, like Laurie’s ropes had made a barrier between my stress and me.
I’d meant it when I’d said it felt like Laurie was holding my arm, and it was ridiculously comforting.
I hadn’t wanted to take them off, but Laurie had insisted I only wear them for a few hours while I got used to them.
They were so fucking pretty, though, and I’d found myself looking at them every few minutes.
Laurie had said they were simple ties, but that didn’t make them any less sexy or beautiful.
I’d never played with rope bondage before, but I’d spent the whole afternoon wondering what other tricks Laurie might have up his sleeve.
It had surprised me when he’d suggested it, but I didn’t know why. Laurie had always been more private about his sex life, even around me, but I knew he still hooked up with people when I was off filming. It hadn’t ever bothered me, but I was curious if this was what he did when he had men over.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Laurie spending hours tying men up, binding their wrists and arms, ankles and thighs, before spreading them out on his bed.
The thought made my dick ache and I was so glad I’d put a loose sundress on so my erection wasn’t noticeable as long as I sat a certain way.
I’d never considered being tied up and exposed like that, but now it was all I could think of.
Though I was desperate to spend an hour on the internet so I could look at different ties, Laurie had insisted we sit and email West before I got distracted.
The joke was on him because I was already distracted as fuck.
Laurie had always been sexy in my eyes, but I’d actively tried to avoid any thoughts of actually having sex with him because that felt like crossing a huge line. But knowing that my beautiful goth bestie also had a secret, kinky side was making that really, really hard.
It meant it’d taken three times as long to email West as I’d initially wanted, and even then I’d only ended up writing something short, saying it was surprising but nice to hear from him and I was glad he was happy and doing well, asking about his favourite zombie movies, and saying that I’d be open to chatting a little more.
I’d debated whether to add any details about my life, because I was usually pretty open about things on Twitch, including that I had a MyFans, but I then added two quick lines about living with Laurie, that my favourite ice cream flavour was strawberry, and I worked in a funeral home.
That was a detail I normally kept private because I didn’t want our clients’ families to feel like I was profiting off their loved ones. I had more respect for the dead than that.
After I’d sent the email, Laurie had insisted we do housework, which I hated, but I’d been good and cleaned the kitchen and done two loads of washing because Laurie had been so nice to me and I didn’t want to repay that by being a dick.
“What are your plans for this afternoon?” Laurie had asked while we were eating a late lunch.
“Probably play some games,” I said innocently. “Jake messaged me about filming with him and Kai in a couple of weeks too, so I need to get back to him and sort something out.”
“Would that be local or somewhere like London?”
“I think he said maybe Leeds again? Or York.” I shrugged.
I hadn’t really read Jake’s message when it’d come through this morning because I’d been too distracted thinking about being tied up.
Maybe Jake would know something about shibari…
or Kai would. Maybe I could pick their brains about it when we met up.
“I’ll have to double-check, but it’ll probably only be one day.
I’ll still go up Friday just to save time, but I might come back Saturday night instead of Sunday. Depends how tired I am.”
“You should stay,” Laurie said. “I don’t want you driving home if you’re tired.
It’d be better to wait and come home on Sunday, especially if you have the house until then.
You can sleep in, check all your footage, have brunch, and then set off whenever you’re ready.
As much as I like it when you come back, I don’t want you getting in an accident because you’ve fallen asleep at the wheel. ”
I couldn’t disagree with any of Laurie’s reasoning, even if I wanted to.
Filming always took a lot out of me, especially mentally, because even though it was fun and I loved every second of it, there was a difference between having regular sex with a partner and having sex on camera.
When we filmed, I had to make sure I was aware of how I looked, of my body language, facial expressions, and the sounds I made.
I had to make sure people could see what they wanted and that I didn’t block the shots with a misplaced hand or foot.
My stuff might’ve counted as amateur porn, but that didn’t mean I wanted it to look shit. My subscribers wanted to watch good quality stuff, and they’d be pissed if I started expecting them to pay for shit they couldn’t enjoy.
“Okay, I’ll talk to Jake,” I said.
Once we finished lunch, Laurie insisted on taking my ropes off before I escaped to my room, and I mourned their loss.
I made up for it by spending most of the afternoon doing a deep dive into shibari tutorials and wondering if I could convince Laurie to tie me again tomorrow.
After all, if we both enjoyed it, then what was the harm in doing it again?
“Laurie,” I said, stretching his name out as sweetly as I could as I walked into his room on Monday morning in nothing but my panties.
My beloved goth was stood shirtless by his wardrobe and pulling on a pair of dark trousers that hugged his slim thighs, his dark hair cascading around his shoulders making him look like a beautiful vampire prince.
It made me want to put on a long silky nightgown and swoon into his arms.
“Yes?”
“Do you think you’d consider tying me again today, please?” I asked, adding a pretty bat of my eyelashes for good measure. “Maybe something that will go under my clothes?”
I waited for him to ask if I was feeling anxious or stressed again and mentally drew up a list of excuses just in case.
I actually felt great, with not even one drop of stress, even though West could email back at any time.
But after how good it had made me feel yesterday, I desperately wanted to be wrapped in rope again.
Laurie looked at me for a long minute. “Okay, I can do that. But we’re still going to take it off at lunchtime because I don’t want you wearing it for the whole day.
I also want you to check in with me every hour and tell me how you’re feeling.
A text will do if you’re busy, but I want you to let me know how comfortable it is, whether it’s rubbing or pinching anywhere, whether the rope is irritating your skin, anything like that.
And you have to be honest with me, do you understand?
If you’re not, then I won’t tie you again.
I have to be able to trust that you’ll be open and honest with me, is that clear? ”
“Yes,” I said with an added nod of my head for emphasis. “I promise I’ll be honest with you. Do you want me to use, like, a colour system? We can use the traffic lights if that works for you? They’re pretty simple.”
“That’ll work,” Laurie said as he pulled a shirt out of his wardrobe and slid it on.
“But I’d like you to add details too, just so everything is clear.
If it’s rubbing or irritating you, I need you to tell me, because the tie will move as you work, and it might be it just needs adjusting for your body or that the type of rope is upsetting your skin, and if that’s the case, I can change it in future.
” He stopped abruptly as if he thought he’d said too much, and an adorable blush darkened his cheeks. Pink looked so cute on him.
“I will, I promise.” I walked over to him and leant up to press a kiss to his cheek. “Does that mean we can do this again?”
“If you want to, then yes, we can.”
I beamed at him and bounced on my toes, my whole body fizzing with new excitement. “Yay! I can’t wait!”
“Let’s see how you get on this morning first,” Laurie said as he buttoned his shirt. But I wasn’t going to let him burst my bubble. I hadn’t thought he’d come round to the idea of us doing this regularly as quickly as he had, but it was the perfect sign that maybe he wanted this as much as I did!
Now I just had to see if I could work up the courage to ask for other things too. I’d seen a lot of beautiful stuff online last night and I’d spent hours lost in fantasy.
“What were you planning to wear today?” Laurie asked, retrieving the box of pastel rope we’d used yesterday from the top of his chest of drawers. After he’d taken my gauntlets off yesterday, he’d carefully put all the rope back, like tidying it all away was part of the process.
I glanced towards his window, then realised his curtains were still pulled closed.
Not that what I wore was hugely weather dependent since I always tried to look vaguely professional and I spent my days in chilled rooms. “Probably my black Lolita skirt, the one with the ruffles and the bow on the back. If I wear that, I could wear a petticoat with it if we want extra coverage. Then probably just my short-sleeved white ruffled blouse with the bow. That always looks cute together.”
Laurie nodded. “Are you going to wear tights?”
“No, it’s too hot. Probably just ankle socks and my Mary Janes.”
“Good. Come here.” Laurie lifted a piece of baby pink rope out of the box. It was so fucking pretty I couldn’t wait to see what it looked like on. I wondered if I should change my underwear to match because I definitely had several pairs of pretty panties in that colour.
I walked over to him, my breath catching in my throat as he knelt down in front of me. Shit, if I started to get hard, it was going to be really fucking noticeable. I tried to think unsexy thoughts, but Laurie’s hand was brushing against my ankle and it was sending little shivers across my skin.
“Bend your leg slightly and flex your foot so you’re resting on the ball,” he said. “That’s it. Now just relax for me. If it’s too tight or it hurts, I want you to say.”
“I will.”
“What’s your colour?” Laurie asked as he looked up at me, his gaze threatening to melt me into a puddle of goo on the floor.
“Green. Very green.”
“Good. Then I’ll make a start.”
I watched as he began to loop the rope around my thigh, threading one part of it through another and round again. I was trying to follow everything that he was doing, but it was difficult because my brain had started to switch off the moment I felt the rope wrapping around me.
I wasn’t even sure why it was so comforting, but there was something about having it there that made me feel all soft and gooey and safe, like I was floating on a marshmallow with Laurie beside me and his hand wrapped around my waist. It was like the feeling I got when we curled up on the sofa or in his bed together, only a million times more intense.
But even as I was floating, I also felt more grounded than ever. It was a weird juxtaposition I couldn’t explain and didn’t want to look too closely at. All I knew was Laurie plus pretty ropes equalled a very happy Theo, and that was enough for me to keep doing it.
“There,” Laurie said, running his thumb across the inside of my thigh. “All done.”
“Wow. It’s… it’s so beautiful.”
Laurie had made me a garter that wrapped around my thigh, with the knots making some form of little diagonal chain from the inside of my leg outwards.
It was simple but ridiculously gorgeous and if anyone else had done it, I’d have wanted to take a picture for my MyFans.
But Laurie had done it, and that meant it was something special and private I was going to keep for myself.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “It came out very nicely. This colour looks beautiful on you, and…” He looked up at me again and my breath caught in my throat. “You look perfect like this, Theo. Shibari suits you.”
Then he leant forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh, just below the garter, and it felt like my heart had gone supernova.