Reign Chapter 16 #2
Eventually, a Lustz Disciple came up to let us know our room was available.
I knew which one it was, so there was no need for us to be taken there.
When Anastasia walked inside, she not only checked out the ropes, carabiners, and other items along the walls, but also the huge pagoda suspension frame in the center of the room.
It was used when one wanted not only to tie up their partner, but also suspend them.
“Is that where you hang your rope bunnies or models from?” she asked.
“You can. It’s for suspension work, but we’re not doing that tonight.
It’s something we can work up to if you feel comfortable.
I want to introduce you to the beauty of ropes.
To show you how shibari can do so many therapeutic things for you.
Remember what we talked about. You can experience heightened body awareness, deep stress relief, and even a meditative state.
If done regularly, it should alleviate mental tension, strengthen your emotional connection to me, and foster trust between us.
God knows what is happening with your family, and my brother makes us need those things.
The trust goes both ways and lets me express my creativity. ”
“I can’t wait to experience it and see what it does for you, Reign,” Anastasia replied.
“Good. The door is locked and the window covered. Are you ready to show me what you’re hiding underneath your robe? I’ve been dying to see,” I confessed.
“Sure, why don’t you get set up? I need to use the bathroom. And I’ve hydrated all day.”
“I’ve seen you do it. You remembered. That makes me very happy. We never play with rope unless you're hydrated, and afterward you’ll drink even more as I give you aftercare. Always empty your bladder, too.”
As she went to the bathroom, I opened my bag and removed my ropes and shears.
Typically, I’d bring a USB with music I found inspiring or relaxing, but when I told Anastasia about that, she asked if she could provide it this time.
I was curious, so I said yes. She’d given it to me in the car and asked me to cue it up in the CD player in the room, but she refused to tell me what kind of music it contained.
After inserting her USB into the speaker system's port, I removed my shirt and shoes. For this, I wanted to be comfortable, so I went bare-chested and barefoot, wearing a loose pair of lounge pants. I wanted no restrictions. I placed the shears near where I planned for Anastasia to stand. Since it was her first time, stamina was needed when creating intricate harnesses. Tonight, I’d stick to creating a hishi chest harness for her.
Next time, I’d add a teardrop hip harness.
I’d chosen turquoise rope for this one. I knew it was one of her favorite colors, and it would look incredible against her slightly dusky skin.
A faint rustling had me turning to face the bathroom.
The air in my lungs rushed out of me. My mouth dropped open, and as I tried to get my brain to work, I felt my cock twitch then inflate.
I’d told Anastasia she could wear whatever she wanted, though I preferred it to be thinner so I could monitor her skin, or she could be naked. Well, she wasn’t naked, but it did nothing to detract from how sexy she was and how fantastic the hishi would look. It was as if we’d coordinated.
“Do you like it? Or should I get rid of it?” she asked.
“Don’t you dare remove it!” I nearly shouted, taking a step toward her before I caught myself.
“Jesus, that looks…” I ran out of words.
Her smile told me she liked the effect she was having on me.
My woman stood there in an actual belly dancing costume.
It had the bra-like top that crisscrossed and twisted around her neck.
It was made of turquoise mesh fabric and decorated all over in rhinestone appliqués.
The skirt was made of layers of see-through mesh, slit up the side, with the same rhinestones around the waist.
“I don’t need to keep this on, but before we start, I thought I'd set the mood. You talked a lot about that. If you’ll turn on the music and give me a few minutes, I’d love to do that.
I know that as the bottom, I shouldn’t direct this, but it’s my first time.
I want it to be special for both of us.” Anastasia’s voice was filled with need. I couldn’t tell her no.
“Jaanu, I’d love nothing more. Whatever makes you happy.”
I stepped over to the music player and pressed the play button. What came out was the haunting music that one associates with belly dancing. But Anastasia wasn’t content to only let me stare at her and listen to the music. She was there to hypnotize me with her body.
The music started slowly and was barely noticeable, but quickly built.
Her upper body moved as if she were a sensuous snake.
Her hips shimmied and shook to the beat of the music.
Her arms went up into the air, twining around each other.
And she made her way to me while dancing.
I was sweating, and my cock was a large lump in my pants by the time she got to me.
It got worse as she rubbed her body on mine while she circled me.
The song lasted no more than four or five minutes, but I was mesmerized when it ended.
Anastasia gave me a satisfied smile as she came to a rest in front of me.
“Rei, I hope that got you in the right frame of mind, maalik.”
“Fuck me, yes, I’m in a frame of mind. What does maalik mean?” I asked.
“It means master. I think that it’s appropriate when we’re doing this since you’re the rope master, my master.”
A deep groan escaped, but I couldn’t stop it. The urge to throw her on the floor and ravage her was beating at me. It took me several moments to calm down enough to proceed.
“I love the dance and what you’re wearing. However much I love it, I think you should remove your top but leave the skirt on. The chest harness I want to create, the hishi, will be ideal with your skirt.”
“Hishi? Does that mean something?” she asked as she undid her top and let it slither down her arms to be placed on a nearby table.
“It’s Japanese, meaning diamond. I’ll create a diamond pattern at the center of your chest to replace your top.
It’ll follow your body’s contours, showing off your killer natural curves.
I know it’ll be hard not to move, but try.
You can’t fully let go and be free unless you wholeheartedly accept the tie, which is only possible if you embrace being unable to move. Fight the instinct to get free.”
As I talked about the upcoming experience, my brain got back into the right headspace. I picked up the twenty-six-foot length of turquoise hemp. I slid it through my hand, testing the burn speed and making sure there were no rough or splintered spots. It was as smooth as I wanted it to be.
“Stand here,” I ordered, pointing to the spot.
Anastasia didn’t hesitate to do it. As soon as she was on her mark, I began to weave. As I did, I spoke to her as needed to explain what I was doing. I named off the types of knots and cinches I was creating. Usually, I’d remain silent, but I enjoyed teaching her about it.
First, I created a lark’s head knot, which was simply a sliding knot. That was combined with a single-column tie. The column was the first anchor that wouldn’t tighten when I pulled on the tails extending from the lark’s head and tied them around her waist. To those, I created two overhand knots.
Overhand knots were fundamental in rigging and shibari.
They were stoppers that prevent ropes from slipping or fraying.
An overhand knot was a foundation for numerous other knots.
All I did was form a loop and pass the working end through the loop.
I wrapped the rope around her chest and pulled it between the overhand knots, reversing tension.
This reversal created the diamond shape.
Along with the diamonds, the hishi cinched her arms to her sides, keeping her immobile. To help her relax, I asked her to take deep breaths from time to time. I repeatedly checked that the knots and ropes lay untwisted against her skin.
In addition, I touched her to make sure her skin remained warm, and the color didn’t change.
Any signs of that happening, and the shears would be used immediately.
There was no damn way I’d risk harming her.
It was a relatively quick chest design to create, even with giving her a tutorial on what I was doing and the different ties and knots used. It took fifteen minutes.
Where I had Anastasia stand, she could see herself in a full-length mirror when I turned her once I was finished. Her cheeks were pink, and her breathing was a smidge elevated when she saw herself. Not a word was spoken for a solid thirty seconds.
“What do you think? This is a quick one,” I told her.
“I feel so sexy, and even though it’s tight, I feel relaxed. It’s like being held tightly in a hug. I feel safe and free, which is crazy,” she said softly.
Joy spread throughout my body.
“That’s what you’re supposed to get from it.
The longer the session, the deeper you should fall.
You can get what we call rope high if I do it correctly.
Your body will release endorphins, and you’ll enter a trance-like, euphoric state in response to the tight, rhythmic, sustained pressure. You can feel mildly drunk.”
“Can we do more?” she asked eagerly.
I checked the clock. I’d booked a double session, so we had plenty of time.
“I don’t want to push you too far, Sia.”
“You won’t. If I start to feel as if it’s becoming too much or I’m hurting or tired, I’ll tell you. Please. You mentioned a hip harness. How long does that take to make?”
“Experienced like me, no longer than the top did. These are simple designs,” I admitted.
“I can handle it. And this time, play whatever music you want. And I’ll remove my skirt.”
The image of her naked with the ties on her bare flesh made my cock weep.