Anastasia listened attentively, showed interest, and asked great questions. I got no indication she was only doing it as anappeasement for me. Her attitude only heightened my desire for tonight.
“I’m ready,”Jaanucalled before entering the kitchen. I scanned her from head to toe.
“What’s up with this?” I asked.
She smirked. “I want to surprise you fully, so I’ll show you when we get to Lustz and in our special room.”
Her sultriness and the possibilities of what was underneath the long robe that covered everything but her hands and head caused my cock to begin to thicken. Her hair was the same as last time. However, her eye makeup was much heavier. I’d learned from her that what she used to outline her eyes was kohl. Her eyeshadow was a mix of browns and shimmery gold. A hint of color was on her cheeks, and her mouth was a brownish-red, which looked amazing on her. I caught a glimpse of sparkly earrings. I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her, and grinned.
“Can’t I have a little peek?” I cajoled.
“No, you may not. It’ll be worth the wait, I swear.”
I groaned as if in pain, then grazed her mouth since I knew if I gave her the kind of kiss I wanted, we’d be late.
The ride over was relaxed. We held hands while we talked about shibari. She wanted to know more. After we arrived, I saw that the doorman was Tuck. We paused long enough to introduce her to him. He congratulated me on finding such beauty and lamented to her that he hadn’t seen Anastasia first, which made her laugh. I told him I knew I was beyond lucky and that I would be watching him.
We entered and found Babs, the greeter with the bracelets, so another introduction took place before we made it all the way inside. We didn’t waste time on the first floor. It was a straight shot to the second, where we would have about twenty minutes to wait until our room was available.
We checked in with Sheila to let her know we were there, then wandered around to see what was happening. On one dais, a man and a woman were engaged in age play. The woman was dressed like a teenager and carried a stuffed animal. The man, who was her Dom partner, was directing her in what was appropriate behavior. When she complied, she was given hugs, cuddled, and so on. When she didn’t please her Dom partner, she was ignored, or her stuffed animal was removed. She faced consequences.
It wasn’t the kind of role-playing I was into, but if it nurtured something in them, then go for it. Many people thought it was a safe way to express pedophilic behavior, but it wasn’t about being a pedophile. Age play was about regression, power dynamics, and nurturing.
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 yourfamily, 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 mouthdropped 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.
