Betty Dodson with Carlin Ross

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“Can I tie you?” he asked and I readily agreed. I was on sex camp and he was holding these beautiful bundles of burgundy rope in his hands. This would be my first time experiencing Shibari bondage. I sat between his legs with my back to him and he held my body close to his before shoving me forwards and pushing my head down between my legs.

He forced my hands up behind my back and immediately my arousal tingled in my cunt and nipples. I felt the rope rough against my wrists as he bound them together behind my back. He brought the rope around my body pulling me close, pressed against him again, his breath on my neck as the rope bit into the flesh of my breasts. My tits bulged out between his bindings and people began to mill towards us. He trailed the end of the rope slowly and deliberately over my inner thigh as he pulled the bindings tighter around my body, tying knot after knot with a speed and skill I’ve never seen. 

“Do you like rope around your neck?” he whispered in my ear and I nodded and squeaked out a “yes” I was loosing the power to vocalise as I was lost in a semi-trance like sexual arousal. I was so aroused that my surroundings vanished and it was only he and I, his hands and his rope all over me. He bound my legs together ankle to hip and then all the way to the knee, repeating this on both sides, my legs forced to be spread open. A spectator leaned forward to touch me and he stopped them “if you ever touch someone I am tying without consent it will be your last mistake, my friend” he whispered and the man’s hand shrank from my vision, reprimanded, lost in the world that didn’t seem to exist to me anymore.

My cunt was swollen and throbbing as he snaked the rope around my neck in a loop and plaited it deftly in front of me as a leash, a beautiful hand made leash that chaffed against my skin with a subtle pressure that implied this was a soft introduction to what he could do to me if I wished it. As he untied me that night I realised I did not want it to end as he took the last rope from my body he yanked it tight and hard across my breast “and that was me being nice" he breathed in my ear and I instantly wanted him to do the whole thing again harder, longer, more, more, more. 

The next night I approached another Shibari expert and he showed me how to put him in rope cuffs and then bind them to his legs. I slapped him twice in the face. Once soft, the next a little harder. I wanted to backhand him hard. See blood on his lip. When I had finished learning the cuffs I took the ropes and looked him in the eyes. “I want you to tie me, now.” He did, and it was possibly the most erotic thing I have done without taking off my clothes. There is plenty of potential for it to be the most erotic thing I have ever done once I do get naked. I spent two thirds of it on the edge of orgasm without even needing to be touched directly on my cunt. 

Oh rope… where have you been all my life? 

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