She kneels, naked, blindfolded, waiting and anticipating.  Her head cocks to one side.  Is that rope she hears being coiled?     Master stands behind her, a wry smile upon His lips, studying her, imagining how to tease her to ecstasy.  Sliding down behind her  His hands caress her shoulders and arms as they travel down toward her wrists.  His grip tightens around her tiny wrists.  Gently He guides her wrists behind her breaking through her initial resistance,  crossing them in the small of her back.   As the cord slides around her wrists she feels herself slipping away,  replaced by a new freedom.  She whispers, 'Master, the girl knows not the way of bondage that you do, she is but putty in your hands to be molded.'  She relaxes with the feel of the cord as it binds her wrists, for she knows by giving Him this gift she gives herself a new freedom to enjoy and explore the deepest corners of her mind.  Her eyes closed under her blindfold, listening to her breathing, trying to learn of His signals.    He watches her shoulders relax, not in resignation but in relaxation.  She has returned to freedom through restraint.  He smiles knowing something special is about to happen.  He knows this is new to her, she seems hesitant but intrigued.  Slowly relentlessly her elbows are drawn together, her breasts thrusting forth.  This is what she has longed for.   The friction of anticipation and hesitation creating an unparalleled balance she only experiences here.  She knows of His artistic nature and wonders where He shall bring them this time, her sex moistening under His touch, her nipples thrust out taut, as her breasts push forward.  She has no need for embarrassment here with Him, she knows they are here to learn of each other, to grow.  She knows not the ways of the ropes, but knows He shall teach her.  As He puts the finishing tie on her elbows her hand grazes His flesh.  Her thought is that He placed His flesh close to her just to tease her and it worked, as her mind begins to race with His every move.  She knows what she felt in her hand and would love to feel more, but she also knows it is a test in a way to see if she obeys.     He feels her body tense as He grazes past her hand.  Waiting a moment to see what she will do.  She does not move a muscle.  'Good girl', he whispers in her ear. He offers an affectionate nibble to her ear.   She has learned that permission must be granted.   Any other reaction would have brought a sharp tweak to her nipple.  He returns to His creation.  Another cord, doubled, is laid across the back of her neck and drawn across the front of her shoulders returned under her arms and back behind her.  He expertly loops it through her elbow bondage and draws it tighter eliciting a slight groan.  Her breasts thrust out further, her nipples hardening at his fleeting touch and her developing sensual posture.  His fingers briefly touching her nipples, she tries to stifle a moan, as for now she is here to be bound, trying to ignore her sexual urges and to be Master's canvas.  Tremors flow through her body, her nipples standing even more erect.  She is amazed at the way her body reacts to His every touch, perhaps just the knowledge of where He could take her causes her juices to flow as He binds her tighter.   She just wishes she could see. Suddenly His presence was gone from behind her.    He could see her body straining trying to determine his location.  Part of the training, she must learn to anticipate.  He stands gazing down on his little package pleased with the sight so far.  He noticed a sheen of perspiration beginning to form on her naked skin, and nodded approvingly.  She could not hear Him and yet sensed He was still there, her anticipation becoming more evident as her juices coated her quim.  Her whole body beginning to heat along with her sex, she was sure she must glisten with her eagerness for His next move.  Yet there she was, she could not move for she was a work in progress.  She could not see and yet she could see deeper than she ever had.  She was freed by His touch, she knew it did not matter where He was, just that He was there.  Her thoughts and her power were His, she was His clay to mold.  The freedom of not having to think, to speak or to make a decision bringing her to new heights.  Looking down from her minds eye at Master and herself, content to be there at His mercy, for it usually meant their pleasure.    Her tension and temptation are obvious to Him and He smiles at her struggle to maintain control of her arousal.   Yet this was His expectation.  It has become part of the canvas integrated into the binding, the slave, the very atmosphere.  He watches her search for indications that He is still there and gives of His position with the taking up of another cord.  He sees her startle slightly as His position is not where she thought.   He slips the doubled rope around her tiny waist and passes it through its own loop in front of her.  She struggles to shift her position to give Him access, though not quickly enough for His liking.  He utters a single word, 'Anticipate', and she knows she has misperformed.  She steels herself to the punishment that must come, how else is she to learn.  The cord slips between her moistened lips and is drawn very tightly up behind her.  He tugs the cord to ensure maximum seating and maximum stimulation of her clitoris and ties it off to the waist rope behind her.   A moan escapes from her lips at the stimulation.   The pain and pleasure mix as the rope makes contact with her throbbing clit.  She so desires to wiggle on it, just to see how it feels, but she is at His mercy, she is His work in progress and only moves at Master's direction.  A thought goes through her mind that surely a device such as this would keep any plugs in her bum and she feels herself start to move, slightly, mmm deliciously on the ropes.  She hears His voice, as He orders her still and silent.  She obeys immediately and tries to control herself, she knows most of her control is in His hands anyhow and gives the rest to Him, for she is now His, here in this time and place, He thinks for her and she lets Him.  Her mind floats above her, trying to think of ways to repay Him for the things He teaches her.  Thinking perhaps when she can she will send Master a flower, to show Him the way she blossoms at His hands.  She tenses all of a sudden aware that she does not hear Him anymore, her ears perk trying to find Him, she knows He would not leave her as that would be dangerous, but she must anticipate His next move.  What would it be....    He has stepped back and silent to admire His handiwork, His own manhood rising before as if to salute the canvas before him.  His own arousal catching him off guard.  He wonders 'who is the slave and who the Master'.  The slave before him though captive in his web, holds him captivated as only a masterpiece can.  It is as if He is gazing upon the Mona Lisa.   As each moment passes she breathes heavier,  struggling and perspiring to hold the position He has commanded.  Her struggles reveal her desires, her contentment, her burning passion for sexual release.    Her breasts raise and fall as her arousal and stimulation threaten to consume her.....and Him.  He watches her closely as she attempts to ascertain his whereabouts.     Slowly, silently, He circles her to better to see the canvas from all angles and light.  He arrives to face her.  He steps closer.  She tilts her head in instant recognition of his presence.  Her lips part and he brushes his massive erect cock across them.  Her tongue flickers out to catch the tip of cock, catching a single drop of pre-cum, mmmmm exquisite she moans.   Her pussy throbs at the thought of being bound and having Him enter her mouth.    He hesitates a moment just out of reach, her mouth waiting to devour him to the hilt.  "Not yet my dear", He whispers.  The dreaded words escape His lips and she understands, she will not be allowed the pleasure yet, although from what she felt briefly on her tongue, His juices so sweet, it will be worth the wait.   Her hunger builds.  Master takes a red ball gag and her mouth widens to fully accept it.  He seats the ball deep into her mouth and her lips stretch sensuously around it.  His cock caresses her cheek and parted lips as He fastens the gag buckle behind her neck.  He rubs it purposefully on her lips and her face, knowing she is mad with passion for Him.  The rope between her nether lips, pulled tightly to her clit and bud is soaked with her juices and desires.  She can feel her moistness beginning to spread to the tops of her inner thighs.  She has never been this way before.  As He reaches behind her with His cock in her face, it pushes her slightly, a moan escaping her lips, as the ropes dig against her swollen clitty.  The pain and the pleasure sending shivers up and down her entire body, her breasts rising yet again, nipples straining.  She can not see and she can not speak, yet if she could see or speak there is no way she could make it any more pleasurable.  The freedom of having to do or say nothing, to just be putty in Master's hands.  To allow Him to form her into the perfect slave, her thoughts carrying her, drifting to new heights.   He has stepped back again, her ears perking to listen.  She feels His hand reach down between her legs, He pets her sweet velvet for but a moment.  She hears a slight chuckle and He asks her to nod if she is enjoying this.  Her head bobbing eagerly.  He tells her He thought so by the way she seems so wet, He knows it is for Him and Him alone to enjoy her like this.  While His hand caresses her silken quim, He tells her what a good pet she is being for the Master and places a kiss on her forehead.  He stands and she hears a new noise, it is hard to detect, she listens closer, senses Him.  Then she knows what it was as His cock touches her face again, this time it has her sweet honey spread upon it.  Master has coated it with her love oils.  She can not hardly even moan anymore, here in this place with Him, totally at ease and peace, ready to accept His gifts.  He lifts his hand to her nipple and moistens it with her own juices.  He sees her shudder at the touch, so high is her arousal, so sensitive her nipples.  A tweak to her nipples ensures she remains focused.  A muffled moan escapes her gag.      She feels Him back away yet again and go to His toy bag.  He approaches her from behind, trailing the end of the rope over the soles of her feet as they lay exposed to Him.  She squirms in surprise, a small cry of anguish escaping around the gag in her mouth, as her clit is thrust tighter into the rope.  As the rope caresses her bare feet and she knows what comes next.  She relaxes her knees as He grasps her ankles and crosses them. She leans on His shoulder for support as she spreads her knees as far apart as she can and then regains her balance.   The rope slips silently around her ankles and again the inevitability of her situation is driven home and again she relaxes into it.  Her ankles bound and crossed, elbows and wrists bound behind her, gagged and blindfolded, her captivity is complete her submission is total, her freedom is His to mold.   Yet He is not satisfied. The canvas is not yet complete. She hears a jingle, like something metal coming from him.   The cold of the metal touches her nipples and they turn to granite.  His fingers grasp one nipple and He rolls it between thumb and forefinger slowly pulling it, feeling it grow beneath his fingers.  She feels the metal touch her and prepares for the caress of the nipple clamp.  It bites hard into her areola jutting her nipple out further.  He works the other nipple in the same way and the jaws of the other clamp are similarly fastened.   Her nipples are fire, the sensation travels to her quim.  It is all she can do to stay still.  The sensation ignites her arousal further.  He plays with the ends of her extended nipples and her body quivers at the touch.   She begins to grind at the crotch rope, her clit aching.   She shall surely go mad,  her body on fire with arousal, her head swims with the bombardment of stimulus.  He continues to play with her nipples.  His touch is gentle but so accurate and powerful.  She moans, drool beginning to escape from around her gag.  Suddenly He stops and her body leans forward searching for his hand. her arousal slowly abates to a more tolerant level.  Her mind is a swirl, 'Oh please Master, again, Please, again' her mind pleads.    He returns to her once again, she can hear a slight clanking and wonders  what He is up to this time.  As it touches her clit she realizes, Master has ice and is rubbing it all over her sex, trying to cool her from her state of arousal.  Alas, all she knows is that His hands is back where it belongs, her pussy hungers and aches for His touch.  Her incessant wiggling letting Him know this is not what He had sought.  He whispers in her ear for her to stay still, as His work is not done yet.  She hears His voice and her hands signal that it is okay or Him to proceed.  She quiets her body, although the heat and passion are still running rampant through her mind and soul.  Master has walked away yet again, she is putty in His hands and does not even listen for His footfall, she knows she should anticipate, but her state has taken much of her abilities to concentrate from her.  She feels something at her tummy, it tickles her lightly and then there is a slight trailing pressure.  It moves taking some form on her stomach, finally her senses tell her that Master is drawing on her.  He seems to be making an outline on her.  Out of nowhere she feels something wet on her skin, the strokes somewhat wider than that of the pen, yet following the same lines that which He had started with.  He paints on His canvass, trying to add yet more beauty to His art.  Her body quells with desire for Him, as each delicious stroke awakens new sensations.  The cool and yet wet brush, running over her skin, somewhat tickling and very arousing.  As if she needed more arousal at this point, she has given in to it though, knowing all will be so wonderful when the time finally arrives.  She places herself into His hands, she is His art, His canvas, His everything.  She radiates in this knowledge as she kneels before Him.  He notices the calm that seems to have overtaken her as she remains still to His touch.  The enjoyment He receives from creating this art upon her has left the Master even more aroused.  He was certain she could get no more beautiful than she already was, but as He works His way around her, placing all His touches on her He realizes He is bringing her to yet new heights.  The idea of the places He brings her to pleases Him very much so.  That she willingly gives herself to Him, this thing of beauty that they said no one could ever have or control, here at His hands, the very thought awakens all His creativity.  It surges through His body and yes, He is overtaken with passion to untie her and have her right now, but He controls it.  As He also knows the work He is doing is some of His finest, He must continue His masterpiece.  Knowing when He is finally completed He will be so consumed with the feelings of totally having accomplished His work that the love that will follow will surely be a once in a lifetime event.  His eagerness throbs before Him.  The brush gliding over her body effortlessly leaving behind a wake of color and form.  He follows the contours of her curves both natural and exsensuated by rope.  He flashes back to the palette to swat more color.  Mixing and blending the swirls on her body.  A whirlwind flows around her navel down to the top of the crotch rope.  Another stroke along either side of the crotch rope turning and caressing her inner thigh.  The strokes both gentle and quick surely must tickle, yet the slave before him moves not a muscle.  Her breath is slow and serene, she has passed into the 'other world'.  He wonders about her thoughts, what sensations she feels, of what she is aware and of what she isn't.  He continues to add more color to her thighs, the tension in her muscles belying the effort of the position.  Her perspiration mixes with the paint creating new patterns.  They truly are creating this canvas together, her body and His mind, her tension and His stokes, her curve and His eye.   He moves to her slowly rising breasts and adds a stroke just above her nipples.  The stroke is met with a moan and she arches her back at the sensation.  He puts the brush down and leans in and slowly licks her lips around the ballgag.   She moans again. He places His hand on her tummy and moves the still wet paint around, occasionally tugging on the crotch rope and her body rises and squirms around the cord.  He moves his attention to her nipples, kissing, licking and gently nibbling them.  More moans, her passion is on the rise again.  Will he allow release or will he let it subside to build again.  He has not yet decided, His own loins aching for release.  The energy is tantric and the final release will be explosive and all enveloping and in completion they shall be one. However, the energy must be nurtured as if it were a child, coaxed and allowed to withdraw and build again, each time gaining momentum, power and intensity.  He moves to release the ballgag.    She senses much pleasure being brought to her body and knows how lucky she is to be here with Him.  Every touch of His hand, stroke of His brush and kiss of His lips, awakening yet a new experience within her.  Rising her to new heights with His many talents, somewhere in the back of her mind she is very grateful.   Something has changed, she tries to focus as to what it is.  Her face feels different.  Wait she can almost move her jaw again, she tries to concentrate on it.  He sees her having some difficulty, watching her luscious lips there parted only inches away from His hard shaft.  Oh how He longs for just one touch of that hot mouth upon Him.  Can He do it and manage to regain Himself as well as He controls her?  He thinks He can and slowly raises the tip of His cock to touch her lips.  She is so wet around her mouth from the spittle that has gathered.  He glides over her lips, bringing her back to some awareness.  The moaning He hears seems to be a mixture of the two of them.  He whispers to her to cover her lips, it is His word that gives her the freedom to move again and her lips pull over her teeth.  With perfect timing He enters her mouth, helping her jaw muscles to slowly work loose from their being gagged.  Enjoying every touch of her lips.  My God the things she can do with that mouth, the places she can bring Him.  He is so close, looking at His work of art before Him, His throbbing cock gliding in and out of her sweet mouth.  He does not want to, but knows He must stop.  He withdraws from her mouth and bends placing a reassuring kiss on her lips.  Her mouth eagerly finds His, trying to latch on and not let Him go.  Her moans becoming more intense.  She wants Him as bad as He wants her, and yet they both seem to understand it must wait.  He rises, tells her she is doing great, tells her how hot she looks there, how very much He wants her at this time and then He rubs her head and is gone again.

 

Approaching her from behind, Master kneels behind her.  He kisses the back of her neck.  Her fingertips barely graze upon His sex.  He debates whether this is too much or not, but it is just a small touch and He knows He can withstand it.  He braces Himself and allows her fingers to rest there just above His sex.  Once in a while the movement allowing her fingers to graze Him and send electric impulses throughout His body.  Tracing His fingers slowly up her inner things, she senses something new.  He places something to her velvet and seems to roll it in her honey.  Mmmmmmmm new sensations as it causes the rope to move upon her swollen clit.  The rope being pulled down slightly from her anal bud, something just touching her opening.  Slowly and gently moving inwards, He pulls it back slightly and lets her adjust.  She moans deliciously with anticipation and tries to thrust her buttocks back, allowing Him access to anything He desires.  It slides in with ease and He smiles as her training leaves her wide open for the smaller plugs.  He moves the rope back over her and it holds her plug in place.  He rises behind her, up to His knees, wrapping His arms around her and just enjoying her heat for a second or two.  He kisses her neck.    The gag again brushes her lips and she parts them to accept it.  There is some a little different about it.  There is something on it, something sticky.  Then the sweet flavor of honey rolls onto her tongue and she begins to suckle on it as child to a nipple.  The gag is drawn deep into her mouth as he fastens it tightly behind her neck.  He has moved again, only to reappear in front of her.  Another cool sensation on her sodden pussy.  This time He spreads the cord to either side of her pussy causing it to bulge and pout, her swollen clit protruding invitingly.   The object touches her clit and is sparked into life.   A muffled scream emanates from behind her gag at the explosive sensation of the vibrator on her clit.  It is all she can do to stop from falling over, her pelvis thrusting forward at the vibrator.  Its as if she would try to grab it with her pussy.  He holds it teasingly close but never close enough to bring her to climax.  He moves the vibrator as if it were a brush, stroking her swollen labia enticingly.   Suddenly the vibrator is removed but she can hear its relentless whir close by.  Her clamped and swollen hard nipples are the next target.  The end of the vibrator touches each nipple causing her to shudder as the sensation courses through her body.   Suddenly she feels vibration at her clit and on her nipple.   He has labored to produce a second vibrator.  She is soon sent into an altered state as the stimulation begins to overcome her.   He watches her closely to ensure He does not allow her release prematurely.  Her body begins to writhe sensuously and rhythmically.  Just as she is beginning the accent, the vibrators are removed.  His touch is gone.  He sits silently watching as she slowly recovers from the accent.  One touch from Him at the wrong moment and she would have climaxed.  It is a delicate process and the power of it threatens to overwhelm them both.  He is strong though as is she and they enjoy the challenge of the quest for the ultimate in this ritual.  He enjoys testing his skill to bring her as close to climax possible without orgasmic release.   She in turn loves to please her Master by testing and pushing her limits with the same goal.    He is behind her again.  She feels his strong arm slip around her above her breasts.  Her balance changes as he assists her to lay on her tummy.   He raises her crossed and bound ankles and slips another cord around them and cinches it off.  The cord is brought back to her bound elbows and He pulls slowly and relentlessly as her ankles are drawn up behind her into a hog-tie.  Her breasts and knees leave the floor as she is drawn into a bow.  Slight whimpers and grunts emerge from her in response to the strain  of the position,    He rests one of the still active vibrators just under her nipples and the other between her legs and sits back to watch.    Still sucking on the gag within her mouth, her tongue managing to caress it, thinking and wishing it was Master.  Her sex dripping from the torture He is putting her through, she aches for His touch, for release.  He seems to have placed her in a delicate situation.  Her nipples tender and swollen, their sensitivity heightened by the vibrator that lays just beneath them.  She rocks forward ever so slightly and spasms are sent down her spine.  She is certain wherever He has gone off to that He is watching and that she must not cum and yet she so aches.  The vibrator on her nipples creating even more of a hunger within her quim.  She senses a slight whirring between her legs and yet it seems just out of touch.  She tries to rock the other way, such a slight movement thinking He will not see, almost at the point where she needs to cum so bad she does not care if it displeases Him.  She rocks back and finds that she can almost feel it on her clit now.  The very thought of the possibility of release spurring her need on.  Slowly she creeps in a rocking motion, trying to move closer to what will give her release.    He watches her from His seat, His own cock and balls aching with desire at this treat that He sees before Him.  She is the ultimate in that she will do anything for Him.  He grins to Himself watching her strive to find the vibrator between her legs.  Quietly He approaches her and every time she just barely reaches it, He moves it just so slightly, as so she can almost feel the air around it moving on her clit and yet she never can quite make contact.  She is so delicious as He stands behind her, watching her sex greedily search for release.  Her writhing and wriggling sending Him almost around the bend.  He notices her sweet honey dripping all over her thighs, He hungers to taste it.  As He watches her He finds His hand moving to His hard member and slowly stroking it.  He would love to spurt His hot seed right there on her ass as it deliciously rocks in front of Him.  She is so sexy and does such wild things to Him.  Does she not know He is the Master and supposed to be in control.  Yet, slowly He feels His control slipping from Himself and into her hands.  He wants to give her back some control as His ache and desire continues to build.  Her creamy white ass glistening there, He can still see the edge of the plug, protruding from her tight bum hole.  His throbbing member there enjoying His slow and luscious strokes as He watches her.  He allows her to finally make contact with the vibrator and watches her squirm as she does.    At last she has found what she has been searching for, there it is right where she needs it most.  She rocks back and it touches her clit.  O! O! O! she thinks, as her swollen clit works itself down and wriggles against the vibrator.  She makes a hand signal to Master, knowing He must see her somewhere.  She signals Him to slow down and He bends and removes the vibrator from between her soppen wet thighs.  He can not help but to reach out and touch her glistening sex.  His hand trailing across her peachy orbs, back down between her thighs.  He raises His fingers to His lips and delights in her flavor.  He knows her hips must be hurting there on the floor tied like this and so He unties her from her hog tie.  He then sets her to rest gently on the floor and undoes her arms.  His hands working her flesh, allowing the blood flow back through her limbs.  He loves the way she feels, the touch of her skin there on His hands.  Then He unties her feet and rolls her over.  Looking at her laying there, covered in her eagerness to please her Master.  Again Master finds Himself slipping into her power.  The power He gives her when she so willingly gives Him so much that His ache for her intensifies to the point where He almost cries for release.  He kneels beside her and fights with Himself on what to do next.    She lay before him, naked, wrists still bound, gagged and blindfolded.  The crotch rope buried within the folds of her pussy.   He is amazed at the sight before Him, His gratitude for the gift of herself she has given.  He is truly awed.   In a moment He is decided what next he will do.   Very, very slowly, very, very deliberately, He begins to loosen the crotch rope, being careful not to touch her love soaked mound.  She is ripe and must be treated with kid gloves now.  The cord loosened, slips slowly away relieving the maddening and unrelenting pressure on her clit.  She moans as the cord is removed.   She feels something on her thighs, soft almost ticklish yet inviting.  The feather caresses her inner thighs as a prelude to his motive.  He moves it around her thighs barely touching her pussy lips.  He drags it across her still clamped nipples eliciting gasps and moans from her gag.   Her hips begin to gyrate as if to beckon Him and his Tool within.  The power exchange is almost complete, and he struggles to maintain control of Himself, His control of her almost gone.    Now she feels his breath between her legs and she steels herself to the anticipated, craved, begged for ecstasy.   She feels his tongue flicker out caressing her thighs slowly teasingly moving toward her quim.   She spreads her legs wide to provide him with complete access.  His tongue swirls around her skin closer, closer and still closer.  Her butt plug is moved in and out slowly and she gobbles it up greedily.   His lips brush  the top of her pussy just above her clit and she moans at the sharp sensuous sensation.  Another brush past on her swollen labia.  Finally His tongue darts across her clit and she writhes in ecstasy with the electricity of His touch.  Suckling her clit like a nipple, He draws it into His mouth and plays with it with His tongue.  Her love juice is nectar to Him and He laps it up like milk for a kitten, she has Him now, He is as much her slave as she is His.  This is what they both crave.  He dives deep into her pussy with His tongue, licking and lapping her greedily.  She writhes and moans lost in the moment knowing He is hers, grateful for His willingness to relinquish (even for a short time) His control.   Her arousal is building to a crescendo, higher she climbs.  She wonders will she be allowed to release.  He continues to lick her, reaching up, His fingers play with her nipples and her entire being focused toward the summit.   He stops briefly and her moans belie disappointment, she is at once reminded He still has some control.  But He is on her again and the ascent continues.  Her breath quickens and her moans turn to squeaks as the sensations electrify her body, He gently squeezes her nipples and fucks her with His tongue.   The explosion is building,  Perspiration dripping from her,  she has never been so wet.   She hopes against hope that He slides His massive cock into her.   As if reading her mind He repositions himself and flicks her pussy with His cock.  Her sex opens at the touch and He slides His member partially into that sweet waiting tunnel.  Slowly, rhythmically He begins to drive His sword to the hilt.  She takes all of Him, wrapping her legs around him,  The sensations are powerful as they course through her body with each stroke home.   She is reaching a new summit, uncharted territory,  her entire body is tingling with orgasmic energy.  She is now captive to her own body, it controls her thoughts her focus and she delights in the captivity....it is beyond anything she has ever experienced.  She feels she is about to explode.     As He looks down upon this ravishing beauty before Him, His cock grows harder and more swollen than it has ever been before.  He gives of His power to her, not wanting to be strong anymore.  They rock together as one mind, one body and one spirit into oblivion.  So at peace and so spent, they drift amid the clouds as one.                  c cushlamochree 2000