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I run it through my hands as I make my way back to the living area. When I come back, I don’t see Roxy straight away and I worry that she’s changed her mind.
Then I see her silhouetted against the window. The light from the city adds a pale glow to her skin. She looks over her shoulder at me, smile soft and somehow hesitant. She’s pulled the dress down to her waist and taken off the bra
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For some reason, the dress hanging loosely from her hips draping her lower body and leaving the top half bare, is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I’ll have to keep that in mind for the shoots I plan to do in the future.
She reaches out her hand and I go to her, taking it. We put our heads together, but we don’t kiss, just feeling the warmth between us grow.
She runs her hands over the rope, her fingertips trailing on my hands. In the silence there is something between us that seems to sing. After looking into each others’ eyes for a few minutes I take a step back and start to run the rope through my hands.
A rope like this doesn’t need much prep time, but I like to run it through my hands several times to get a feel for it. Roxy smiles at me, happy and relaxed as she watches me work the rope.
When I step towards her, she closes her eyes and a deep sigh breathes through her lips. I touch her skin with the rope and watch the goosebumps flare across her body, making her nipples pucker.
I’m tempted to kiss her, run my fingers down low to that sweet wet cave. To tease her with my fingers until she’s a raining flood then get down there and drink it up with my lips. But I don’t.
As I move the rope, I let my fingers touch her gently. I put all my passion, all my desire into the softest of touches, not quite teasing. A promise.
After a few seconds I become entranced by the tie. My fingers work independently of themselves and my mind stands back, letting my ego build as I tie this beautiful creature in satin threads.
I’ve tied and been tied before. I would say, if asked, that I prefer to be tied. Subbing might require trust, but it’s easy. You’re in charge. You have all the power.
Being the top, that requires responsibility. You can’t lose control. You have to watch your sub carefully, not just for a safe word or gesture but to read if they have had enough but can’t say stop.
Pleasure gets the best of us all. Once the body is completely wrung with lust, you can’t feel any pain. The person in charge must stay completely focused on their sub at all times to make sure they don’t get hurt.
Before, I was always scared. Scared that I would miss a signal and not stop when I should. Scared that maybe I couldn’t stop. Scared that I wouldn’t do enough to satisfy my partner.
With Roxy, all I need is to see how her skin responds. As I tighten the ropes around her perky little breasts and draw her arms behind her back, she sighs in pleasure. She’s a perfect bunny, still but supple. She gives when it’s needed and holds firm when I push against her to make a knot.
I fit the front comfortably in lines above and below her breasts, but this is only the anchor. The real beauty I spin at Roxy’s back, tying her forearms in a line and then making a spiral on the connecting lines.
By the time I’m done a beautiful spider web shape stretches across Roxy’s shoulder blades. I’m very pleased with my work but it’s not until I take a step back that I realize the symbolism.
Roxy. Caught in my web.
Does that make me a spider?
I push the thought away as I reach for my phone. I point it up and let it focus just to test the light. Roxy looks over her shoulder in that exact second, face calm and composed. I take the shot and I can’t believe how perfect it is. The tie is hauntingly visible in the light coming through the window. Roxy’s skin is as pale as the moon and glowing even brighter. The expression on her face is a mixture of sensuality and calm.
I move around her a few times, gently positioning her to get different angles and light. I prop the phone on the windowsill and take a few with a timer, showing the side of my face or the cascade of my pink dress next to Roxy’s tied form.
I leave the camera on as I lean closer to her. I cup her cheek and kiss her, feeling her gently sway back and forth to keep her balance. I run my fingers over her hair and then gently start to undo the knots.
I take my time running my hands over Roxy’s body. I press my palms against her arms as I pull the web pattern free. She smiles as I caress her, both of us knowing how close we are to just falling into a wet pile on the floor.
When I finally pull the rope off and Roxy pulls on my old robe, I sit down with her so we can look at the photos. Roxy simply says they are good and goes back to her coffee.
But I can’t stop looking at them. They are so good I can’t believe I took them. I’ve always been a fair photographer and I was looking forward to developing my own section so I could practice my photography even more.
These are amazing, and it’s not all me. I think because I had such an amazing subject, I took more care than I ever had before.
But Roxy is the star. Her gentle poses, relaxed muscles. Her sweet expressions that look submissive and sweet yet somehow fierce at the same time.
I watch her curling up on my lounge, so exhausted she barely even says goodnight. I just look at her, unable to believe that such a perfect woman just fell into my lap.
My disbelief is my enemy. It will only lead me to ruin, and I won’t let that happen. I’ve been searching my whole life for someone like her. Someone that pushes me and dares me to be more than I think I can be.
