Entering BDSM PART 4

He has a satisfied smile when he nods his head. “Do you have experience with an uncircumcised man?”

I shake my head slowly, unsure if this is a fault.

“Good. I can teach you exactly how I like it. It’s more sensitive uncut, so keep that in mind.”

I smile and straighten up my spine, as if to show that I’m an eager pupil.

He has a devious smile on his face, “When you texted me, how did you know that having your hands behind your back is such a turn-on for me?”

“I didn’t. It just feels like how I want to do it.” I feel my heart beat faster when his gaze is transfixed on me.

“You also mentioned being tied for it. Is that something you still want to try? Or do you want to hold your arms on your own?”

“Tie me,” I answer, probably too quickly.

Bernard’s smile is genuinely happy. He removes his hand from my pussy, and I let out a protesting moan. He steps away from me and I feel a chill, missing his body heat. “Shake your arms out a little bit, and stretch some if you need to. You want to be relaxed.”

I follow his suggestion, making sure to stretch my shoulders.

“This is all new rope, so there isn’t anyone else’s body fluids on it.”

“That sounds sexy, ‘body fluids.’”

He chuckles, “Hush, it’s a hygiene thing.”

“Thank you, then.”

“Anyway… You’ve already had the handcuff knot when I tied your wrists together our first night together. Do you want to do that one again, this time behind your back? Or would you like to try a different knot?”

“Could you do one that’s more elaborate? Like, I’ve seen one that goes down from the shoulders to the wrists. Every time I see it, it’s like “sploosh,” you know?”

He chuckles, “If you’re gonna give me shit for ‘body fluids,’ I’m gonna give you shit for ‘sploosh.’”

I laugh with him. “How about we say neither one of those again. At least not in here. But back to my question, do you know which one I’m talking about? Like it’s aesthetically symmetrical and has a bunch of horizontal lines created from the loops that go around the arms, and those loops meet in the middle. Oh, and there are elaborate knots between all of the loops? It makes for gorgeous pictures.”

“Dragonfly sleeves. And it’s incredibly fucking hot.” My breath hitches at the low timbre of his voice.

“After the arms are bound, the rope continues between the legs and meets back in the front again. It can serve the purpose of teasing your clit. Or, we can just end it once the wrists are bound. Which would you prefer?”

“I don’t know for sure what I want. I am ridiculously turned on by the idea of the ropes teasing me, but I don’t want to do too much too fast. Can I decide when we get to that point?”

“Of course.” He nods and gives me a reassuring look. “Wait, you said pictures. Do you want pictures?”

“I think so. I don’t want anyone to see them, but I want to see what this looks like, if that’s okay.”

“If you want pictures, they will absolutely stay private.”

“Okay, then I want pictures.”

“Happy to oblige, Princess.”  He smirks as he walks back to the bed to get a lengthy skein of ivory-colored rope. It looks soft to the touch.

“Can you tell me about it?”

“This is a medium strand, natural cotton fiber. I like this particular fiber because it’s strong, but soft against your skin.” He touches the rope to my arm, letting it drag across, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I picked this color because it will look beautiful on your skin.”

Bernard takes the rope and finds the center. He starts with a “handcuff knot,” as he calls it, and he widens the loops. He walks around behind me and starts giving me instructions. I think he knows how wet I get when he goes into teacher mode… Yeah, based on his smirk when he sees me close my legs together, he knows. “As I go, tell me if you feel any numbness, tingling, or pain. Okay?” I nod my head to indicate my understanding. Again, if I speak, it will sound more like a moan than anything…

“Your arms go through these loops,” he gestures for me to slip my hands through, like I’m slipping my arms into an invisible jacket. He drags it slowly up to my shoulders while my arms hang lip against my side. I gasp as I feel his fingers brush my skin when he tightens it over my shoulders. He kisses my back just above the intersection of the loops. He places some open mouthed kisses up my neck while his fingers are working the rope into more knots. I can feel how quickly he is able to manipulate the strands into the required shapes, and each time he brushes my skin, I have to fight the shivers that shoot down my spine. “Okay, Princess, next loop, arms through here,” he holds the loops open so I can slip my arms through them. He slides them up my arm to about midway between my elbow and shoulder. He places his hands on the sides of my upper arms and presses lightly, prompting me to draw my arms toward each other behind my back. He tightens the next loop to keep my arms in place there. I feel him quickly making new knots along the line of my spine. He makes another set of loops for my arms, which he slides up my arm, ending a little below the loops already there. He repeats this process several times, until he reaches my wrists. Between each loop, he puts his fingers in my palms and has me squeeze, then he has me stretch my fingers out to show I can still move them.

He nips my shoulder, then kisses my neck before whispering into my ear, “Now it’s up to you, do you want the ropes to tease you while you’re sucking my cock?”

“God, yes,” His breath is hot against my skin when he softly laughs at my eagerness. He hooks his fingers into my panties and drags them down my hips and thighs, letting them drop the rest of the way. I can feel how wet they are as the fabric slides along the insides of my legs.

“Jesus, Emmae, you’re so fucking wet. You enjoying this, so far?”

I nod my head, gasping when he snakes his hand around my front and teases my clit again. He feeds the rope strands (there are two) between my legs with one hand while his teasing hand abandons me to grab hold of the rope. He walks around to my front and kneels down. He pulls forward on the rope, and it slides along my labia, drawing a moan from me. He appears to be measuring something when he ties quick knots in the strands, and when he finally rests them against me I feel the delicious intended effect. The knots were perfectly placed to stimulate my clit, making me moan again when I feel him tug the strands as he brings them up my torso, connecting them with the original loops, landing under my armpits. The loops are loose so that there aren’t any knots that would cut off circulation or cause nerve damage to my brachial plexus. He asks me again if there is any numbness, tingling, or pain, to which I reply “no, only good stuff.” He tugs again at the front strands, making me thrust my hips forward in an attempt to maintain stimulation of my cilt.

“So the tying is finished. You still doing alright?”  

I nod my head, “I have a camera charging by my dresser. Don’t use phones. I don’t want Alex accidentally coming across it.”

He quickly grabs the camera and quickly snaps several photos. “You can see them later. I don’t want to leave your arms tied too long like this.”

“Okay.”

“Is everything good?

I nod my head, “Very good.”

“Very good what?”

“Very good, Sir.” Once the rope instruction is over, it’s back to Dom mode.

Bernard grabs at his shirt behind his collar, taking his shirt off that way guys do. His muscles flexing as he moves make me lose my train of thought. He unbuckles his belt, then slowly unbuttons his jeans and unzips his zipper. I’m licking my lips in anticipation, which makes him smile. He kicks his jeans off, then his boxers, and his magnificent cock springs free. I feel myself getting more turned on at the sight of a naked Bernard and I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head so I can do this right.

He is stroking his cock, and as his erection grows, the foreskin retracts on its own, making it look similar, but not quite the same as a circumcised one. It looks like more, somehow. It makes my mouth water…