Tied

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The air starts to thicken as Sir sits down, the seriousness surrounding him stirring some response within me. Until now, Sir's focus has beensplit, but it's slowly been honing in on me as he's been chatting. Sir isn't chatting now as he explains what he plans to do with me. Sir emphasizes mysafety, but I already know it, despite craving to hear it. That's one of the reasons why I'm here, alreadydetaching from my concerns, I'm safe here with Sir.Just that causes me to float and lose my train ofthought, then I refocus on him, grounding myselfwith Sir's presence, listening to his voice. In this haze, I find myself standing naked and blindfolded,listening to the sound of the rope as it runs through Sirr's fingers. The moments blur into one another,Sir's voice in my ear one moment, behind me, thenext. Sir's hands held me at times, guiding therope around my body as it wraps around me according to his designs. Sir's fingers warm on myskin, feeling the warmth of his chest behind me,sometimes brushing me and others pressingagainst me, and flooding my senses with warmth.The rope smooth as it glides against my skin at theperfect rate. The rope falls clearly, distinctly, upon the floor. My lips curl up slightly, enjoying the sound I'd never quite noticed before. Sir calls my attention to it with his words now, somehow knowing I was thinking of the sound, causing me to think of it, he says. I don't doubt him. By this point,I was becoming noticeably wet, my pussyresponding to the low voice and warm armssurrounding me in my sight deprived darkness. Therope tightened as it looped around me, embracing me and holding me together. The words Sir usedwere perfect, but lost to me out of the moment,bits and pieces coming to the front of my memory later on for me to ponder. The intimacy andcloseness of this tie slowly sinks in to me,deepening my breathing at the same time as Sirtells me to notice the rumble of the rope as it'spulled through against itself, and the sensationseems to spread out through my body from whereit starts, the sound being felt. My leg starts to itchwhere my pussy has overflowed on my thigh, I'mdripping wet, turned on by everything that'shappening, from everything Sir is doing. Fromeverything Sir wants me to feel. Sir tells me I'm wetbecause he wants me to be. Sir is honest andmeans what he says, and I believe him again. HowSir knew my nipples needed attention, I don'tknow, but he gently played with them, stirring mydesire up even more as Sir spoke from behind me,in my ear, almost enough to make me whimper. Asthe moments have been passing, the rope hasbeen transforming into a harness with the start of ahigh necked design. I feel it in the lines under andabove my breasts, in the knots at my back, in thefeel of Sir's fingers checking for tightness undereach new section. The design is a mystery to me,and I wonder if I will learn to feel what differentharnesses and ties feel like. But that's a thought socoherent it only happened after the haze ofsubspace had lifted. In the moment, I merely hopedI would feel the rope around me and trusted Sirwould decorate me well with the rope.