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Denise was dressed in white, but for the first time at Victor's party she wasn't dressed in disguise. She had her hair down around her face, and proudly stood by Victor's side. He introduced her to his friends and many of the doms looked at her like they would want a piece of her if she wasn't already taken. She was afraid if Victor had not been there, half of the men in the room, and several of the ladies, would have sought her out.
She felt lightheaded and giddy with anticipation. They had discussed exactly what would happen and how tonight would go. She would be his victim for the night.
Victor handed her a wineglass filled with amber liquid. She brought it to her lips as he spoke, “Not too much now. I want you to be completely aware of what I am doing to you."
"Aren't you going to have something to drink?"
"Not when we play. It can be dangerous as drinking and driving. I need to be in complete control and ensure I don't hurt you too much."
"Oh.” Denise knew that she cold trust him in every way to take care of her. He was responsible and having him tell her that made her trust him even more. She fingered the black leather collar at her neck. It made her proud to be his girlfriend. “Thank you."
"Are you ready?"
"As ready as I will ever be.” She set her wineglass on the bar counter, and looked to him for direction.
Victor grabbed her hand and pulled her to the center of the party. “I have a special treat for everyone. Denise has offered to help me with a demonstration on bondage."
People began to gather in a circle around Victor and Denise. Excited murmurs escaped the small crowd at Victor's announcement.
"Denise, get my rope."
"Yes, Master.” Eagerly she retrieved the sets of rope cut at varying lengths and tied in neat bundles, she handed the rope to him, making eye contact. This wasn't going to be about sex tonight or a beating, it was just a public exhibition, and she planned on enjoying every minute of it.
"Undress for me, Denise."
Denise slipped the silky white dress from her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. She stood in front of everyone in her underwear, but every cell of her body was ready. It didn't matter that there was a crowd. In her mind it was only the two of them in that time or place. Having unclothed made her feel more vulnerable and yet her trust for him did not falter.
"That's a good girl. Are you ready for more?"
"Yes, Master."
"Then get on your knees for me.” He planned on forcing her submission and using her for his plaything. They agreed there would be no public sex, but she was looking forward to what would happen as much as she was looking forward to the event itself.
Obediently she obeyed and looked up at him expectantly. A nervous excitement was building inside of her. She may not have been bound by rope yet, but here is where she wanted to stay. She was bound by desire to submit, not just to anyone, but to Victor. There is nowhere else she would rather be than here as his submissive. Under him is exactly where she belonged.
He had such a commanding presence about him; he had everyone's attention in the room, without even speaking.
"Hold out your hands for me.” Denise obeyed him again without question. Was it his commanding voice that made her obey or just him? She didn't even want to try to fight him or the order. He picked up a medium length of rope and began binding her wrists.
"One of my favorite knots is the square knot. Now everyone, you may have noticed I chose to bind her hands in front of her. This is the least threatening. You can also bind the wrists behind your sub or to an object. I wouldn't recommend heavy bondage on a first date though.” Everyone laughed at the last joke, while he tied her hands together and demonstrated the knot for his audience. “You may pick up a rope from the basket by the door and try to practice the knots, too, if you like."
Some of the people were excited enough to go grab a piece of rope. Others stayed to watch in the circle.
One of the best ways to test the strength of the rope and the knot is to tell your sub to escape. Can you escape, Denise?"
Denise shook her head no.
"Try for me.” She twisted her wrists to no avail. Her wrists were tied firmly, and there would be no escaping today. Even if she wanted to.
"Good girl. Now stand up.” She reacted by awkwardly moving to her feet, wondering what he had planned next. She was completely at his mercy. She could ask him to stop, but who would want to?
"You like this, don't you, Denise?” Victor's eyes bored into hers.
"Oh yes,” She couldn't answer him with anything but the truth. She loved this. She loved him. Perhaps tonight she would have the courage to tell him.
Victor raised his voice to address the crowd but his eyes were on Denise. “One of the best ways to give your sub pleasure is to bind the genitalia. Now with men, this is really easy. Everything is just hanging out there, begging to be tied up. But with women, it is a little harder but still possible. Spread your legs for me, Denise.” His hand went between her legs, and she drew in a sharp breath at his touch. She felt so sensitive, so alive under his strong hands.
Then suddenly his hands were gone and she felt a wave of disappointment.
He picked up another piece of rope and began sliding the rope between her thighs, over her hips. The rope rubbed against her clit, even through the thin material of her panties, it made her think of wild sex with Victor. It was one of the most intimate things she had ever participated in. It felt so good and so right.
He continued to patiently weave the rope around her in a pattern, his strong hands brushing her thighs, grazing the heat of her pussy. She didn't think that this would turn her on so much, but she felt like she could be fucked right here and now in front of everyone and she wouldn't care.
He finished patiently, tying the knot at her waist, leaving the rope tight against her skin, touching places she never imagined she would ever get tied up. Why did she feel so turned on? Whatever the reason, she was ready for more.
"Put your ankles together, sweetheart.” The endearment sent chills down her back, and a smile slipped out. She couldn't help it. That was when she noticed the tenting of his trousers. He was as turned on as she was and there was no hiding his arousal. God, if only he could get the hint that she would be his willing servant. She would be more than happy to help him relieve that need of his in his pants.
She brought her legs together and that made the rope rub up against her clit again. She let out a whimper, “Please, Victor.” She wanted him to understand what he was ding to her. Perhaps if he knew he would hurry, so they could retreat to the bedroom.
But he drew out the torture. He slowly kneeled down to bind her ankles, languorously weaving the rope between her legs, and tying the rope tightly to keep her in place.
She didn't think it would be possible to want him more, but she did with each steady movement. This is where she needed to be, under his hands, under his control. She would only let him beat her in the future. There was only one man in her heart and it was Victor.
After tying the final knot, he stood up and towered over her, inches from her body. She could feel the heat radiating from his body against her skin. Why wasn't he touching her? Why wasn't he doing anything? She was helpless here, and so ready for more with him.
He addressed the crowd one last time and announced the demonstration was over. The people began to disperse, but Victor didn't move to untie her.
"Did you have fun tonight, Denise?"
"Yes, Master."
"You were a very well behaved sub tonight, Denise. I think it is time for some personal attention. Are you ready for that?"
"You have been reading my mind. I have never been so turned on in my life."
In one quick movement, Victor swept her up in his arms, still bound, and carried her in to his bedroom.
* * * *
Victor dumped Denise unceremoniously on the big bed. She bounced against the comforter and then lay there, still bound. She was so excited about what may come. “Thank you for everything tonight, Victor."
"Was it what you wanted?"
"It was everything I wanted and more than I could imagine. Where did you learn to tie a girl up like that?"
"The Boy Scouts.” He answered with a serious edge to his voice. “I was an Eagle Scout."
"I have never been so turned on by a Boy Scout in my life."
He smiled at that comment. “Are you ready to be fucked by a Boy Scout?"
"Absolutely."
She felt almost disappointed as he began to untie her. His head was down; wisps of brown hair fell over his forehead as he was working at the rope on her ankles. “It's a shame you have to untie me to do it. I like the way this feels, Victor."
"You do?"
"Oh yes, especially the part between my legs."
"You mean the rope here,” His large hands brushed against her wet pussy, “on your cunt?"
