Brice shows up to the Shibari lesson and scratches the back of his neck. There are a lot of people here, but most are couples. He’s already worried he’s going to be standing out like a sore thumb, but he’s eager to learn how to create proper knots instead of relying on random knots. He knows he wants to learn more about bondage before he goes to a dungeon to try it out.
He’s always craved control, wanted to be the person doing the knots and all the porn he’s looked up only shows him what it looks like once the girl is tied. Which is how he ended up at this class he found in a BDSM group online.
He sits down among some of the other people, realizing exactly how plain he is in comparison to the majority of people. Their weight and height and all that ranges, but he feels utterly … well, Vanilla. He has short brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, and an average body. He’s only twenty but already feels like he has a dad bod compared to most of the guys on T.V. who are considered good looking.
He glances at the rope in his bag since they were all told to bring their own. Of course, they were also told to bring a partner and that isn’t something he was able to manage.
“Alright, everyone. Thank you so much for coming out! I know you’re all eager to get started and we want to do the same,” An older guy says as he walks in front of the class on a small stage. An older, buxom woman stands next to him. The guy grins. “I’m Hunter and this is-”
“I can introduce myself,” the woman says simply. Her voice isn’t harsh despite the attention she commands. “I’m Kerry, but you all will call me mistress.”
There’s a collective ripple of excitement and Brice isn’t any different. Kerry is gorgeous. Her thick black hair, pale skin, tight and toned body with that hourglass shape. She has on little black shorts and a tight white crop top that shows she’s not wearing a bra since her nipples press against it.
Brice guesses that she’s probably in her early thirties, but she looks so good, so confident with her hair in a high pony and minimal makeup. He swallows. He feels like a virgin all over again and has never really liked the idea of trying new things in front of other people.
“I hope you’re all excited and if you didn’t come with a partner, try to find one now. You’ll need to practice on arms and legs, wrists and ankles. We also encourage everyone to get a chair,” Hunter says. He gives Kerry a longing look that Brice notices, but Kerry doesn’t even glance his way.
Brice swallows, but pulls out his rope and looks around. There’s an odd number of people and he’s surrounded by couples. After five minutes, he’s still standing alone. Hunter partners some people, but still, Brice is alone until Kerry’s astounding, clear blue eyes fall on him. She hops off the stage and approaches as Brice’s face heats.
He’s sure he’s going to be thrown out or Kerry is going to tell him he has to practice on a chair or himself. If he could do that, he’d be at home.
Instead, Kerry looks him over. “You’re new.”
Her voice is deeper up close than he expected. It’s a little raspy, but he makes himself look at her face rather than her full breasts, her exposed belly, or her gorgeous legs. “Yes, I am. I also don’t have a partner.”
“That’s easy enough to fix,” she says simply. “I need someone to demonstrate on while Hunt goes through the crowd and makes sure everyone is being safe.”
“Are you guys a couple?” Brice asks, then curses himself for letting his tongue slip. This place isn’t a dating service.
The corner of Kerry’s lips lift. “Once upon a time we were. For him it feels a little more recent than for me. But that doesn’t matter. You’re here to learn, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” he says, his voice cracking slightly.
She circles him slowly, then jerks his long sleeves further up his arms until they’re at his elbows. She stops behind him. “You’re making things hard on me already, pet. Rope is best against the skin, not on clothing.”
The rush of her breath on the back of his neck along with the coarse rope in Brice’s hand has him nearly overwhelmed even though they haven’t done a single thing … yet.
“What’s your name?” She asks as she stands in front of him, looking at his wrists, then the rope.
“Brice,” he answers in a squeak.
“Drop your rope. Mine is better,” Kerry orders before taking his hand and leading him to the stage. As far as Brice is concerned, she’s a siren who could lead him anywhere.
Kerry glances at Hunter from the corner of her gaze. She knows he won’t approve of this, but she doesn’t care. They’ve been broken up for four years and just because they’re running this class together doesn’t mean they’re going to slip back into their old friend-with-benefits ways. Maintaining a sex-free friendship is possible.
Although, this nervous young man following her on to the stage has her attention. Kerry’s wanted to be a proper rigger for a long time. It’s a special power dynamic, different from a dom/sub relationship and for some reason, finding a guy who’s willing to let her enjoy it, who will surrender control and enjoy the process of being tied is hard. All of them just want to jump into the sex rather than appreciate the artform of bondage.
Brice though, he seems to eager to learn, and obviously willing to surrender control considering what she’s gotten away with already. She’s never considered a younger man, but Brice … he’s built like a man who’s confident in who he is and doesn’t feel the need to put on some kind of ‘alpha’ mask or slave away in a gym to prove it.
And she approves of that strongly.
“We’re going to start with single-column ties,” she announces.
Hunt announces it again, always battling for control. She rolls her eyes, but lets him take the lead. If Hunter wants to flex his power here, she’ll let him. It’s not worth fighting over … in front of a class.
Instead, she focuses on Brice, pulling out a soft red rope. “I’ll just give you a semi-private lesson then.”
He nods slowly. She puts the rope in his hand. “First lesson, choose a rope that’s soft on skin. You want the person you’re binding to be comfortable. Bondage is more than sex.”
His eyes dip to her lips and she leans closer. “It’s a contract. Every knot requires more trust than the last. It means focusing on safety, on building the heat as you build on every pattern.”
“I … I’ve always wanted to do it, to be able to get closer to someone. I figured this was a kind of foreplay before foreplay,” Brice murmurs.
Kerry nods and gives him a warm smile as she moves closer. “I’m going to show you three different ways to do a single column knot. The important part is to remember to always start with the middle of the rope.”
She slowly drags it across his palm, then walks behind him, guiding his hands as they divide it. He shudders but easily lets her take control of his hands. She nearly moans. Having control of him feels so … potent, so … powerful.
Kerry rests her chin on his shoulder. “That’s perfect. You’re holding the rope just right. Not too loosely, not to tightly. Feel how it glides over your palms? It doesn’t catch, it’s nice and soft, but it doesn’t have any give.”
“Yes,” he replies as goosebumps raise over his skin.
She smiles slightly. “I’m going to show you how to do the tie. If you need me to go slower, tell me. It’s better to ask than to assume with anything Shibari related.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replies.
She nearly moans at how that sounds on his tongue. She shows him how to do the column knot one way, using his wrist. He stares at it for a long time. She does it again, slower, her breasts rubbing against his back, her thighs brushing his. Brice trembles and she notices the tips of his ears are red.
Kerry moves, stands in front of him and shows him how to free himself of it. She puts the rope in his hand and offers a rope. She keeps talking him through it, her eyes flicking between his dark, soulful eyes and the rope.
“Is that too tight, Mistress?”
“Feel my fingers,” she orders gently.
He gently strokes her fingers, along the back of her hand, then tries to slip a finger under the rope. He can’t. He slowly looks her over before meeting her eyes. They stare at each other for a long moment.
“If my fingers are cold, that’s too tight. The tightness people are comfortable with changes. If you plan to have someone hanging with these knots, you’ll want there to be at least a little give. Try again,” she encourages.
And he does. Kerry uses the same method to teach him the granny knot which he’s able to do much easier. She rewards him with a smile and his eyes dilate. She realizes then that they’re at the front of the class. A few people are looking over with interest.
Hunter’s seething, but Kerry can’t make herself care. She’s enjoying this process, enjoying teaching someone something so intimate and taking control. Hunter’s not the only man she’s ever touched and maybe it’s time to remind him of that.
Brice obeys Kerry and sticks out both wrists. She laughs gently and his throat tightens. There’s something so effortlessly sexy about her and this moment they’re sharing together. She gently puts some space between his wrists. “I’m not arresting you. There needs to be some give, remember? Knots aren’t the same as bondage gear.”
“I believe you, Mistress,” he answers.
Her eyes sharpen and she moves closer, so her breasts rub against his curled fingers. If he stretched them out, he could stroke across her shirt. Would her nipples harden for him? Is she always this dominate in this soft way.
She drags the rope over his skin and takes her time, not rushing a thing. She talks him through it, but having her so close, being able to smell her, knowing that she’s in control, then the first loop, pulling his wrists tighter together before she finishes. He barely swallows his groan.
His eyes close when she lets out a huff while finishing the knot. She jerks him closer against her. “Try to free yourself.”
Brice tries, but he can’t. Even though the ropes aren’t tight, every time the soft fabric rubs against his skin, he feels himself getting harder. Mistress Kerry strokes over his hands, then his wrists. His pulse thuds through his body as he stares at her.
“Are they all full of loops and proper hand placement?” He manages to ask as he stares at her.
“Yes. Your hand placement is important. It’s a reminder of where you’re leading the rope. When you’re doing Shibari, you’re not just working with a partner, you’re working with the rope. The way you treat both matters,” she hums.
“And since you’re a teacher … as Mistress, do you normally do the rope tying?” He asks as she undoes the rope.
Her eyes flick to his and hold for a moment. “Yes. I like taking the lead. However, you’re going to do it to me. If you can’t manage this, you might not get to do some of the more fun combinations we’re going to try. You’ll just be my testing dummy.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmurs.
“Are you turned on?” She asks like it’s a secret.
Brice feels himself tremble as he feels Mistress’s warm skin under his hands as he loops her wrists. She murmurs ‘loop twice’ and he nods.
“Yes to my question or are you acknowledging my request?” She asks, her voice too low to be overheard.
“Both,” he whispers.
It feels twice as naughty that they’re doing this in front of other people. It’s too intimate, a mix of soft and harsh, just like the rope. Mistress lets out a soft gasp as Brice tightens the rope. She tsks. “We have to work on the tightness.”
He does it a few more times. The second time, it’s so loose she can slip free, then the knot isn’t centered. But she’s patient, not letting him stop. She doesn’t let him get frustrated. Her guidance is a different kind of serious that he’s not used to and it ruffles his feathers in a new way.
Brice always thought he’d be the one doing the tying up, but now … there’s something more freeing in being the one tied. When Mistress Kerry holds up her wrists, unable to get free, she grins. “Well done, pet.”
He lets out a shaky breath, savoring her praise. He smiles, but she grips his shirt. “Free me. Show me you can.”
He takes a breath, then does just that.
His eyes don’t leave hers, which means it takes a little longer, but their breathing syncs and he feels more connected to her than anyone even though he doesn’t know anything about her. “This is …”
“You’re not rushing, are you? Appreciate the moment between us, the way Shibari connects us,” she hums. “You’re doing well.”
He licks his bottom lip. Kerry smiles. “Do a single column tie.”
He does and smiles at the way it looks on her wrist. He does another one as she instructs, around her other wrist, pulling them together. She nods. “Now a double above it.”
He obeys, loving that he can somehow be the rigger and submissive at the same time. It’s not as freeing as being tied, but it’s potent and he feels the rope between them, warming under his hands and against her skin as his cock stirs in his pants. Kerry is gorgeous, but her control, the softness of her body, the way she speaks … he wants more.
After Brice frees Kerry, she sits him down in a chair. “I’m going to use you for a demonstration of the more complicated patterns. Keep being a good boy for me and I’ll reward you with a private lesson and maybe I’ll use you as my demonstration in the advanced class.”
“I came here to learn though,” he rasps.
She squats down in front of him, holding his chin in one hand. “You say that, but I think you like being in my ropes, feeling my hands all over you. I think you love being under my control.”
His throat bobs, but he nods without looking away from her. “Yes, Mistress.”
A soft moan leaves her throat. The words sound so good and she’s tempted to taste them off his lips. She reins herself in and turns him around. She feels his gaze scorch her bare back. Is he eyeing the little tie keeping her top together? A part of her hopes he is. She’d love to reward him by tying him up and taking control in a more thorough way.
Like Brice said, this is foreplay and she’s spotted the bulge pressing against his jeans.
Hunter grits his teeth, but speaks despite the blatant frustration rolling off him in waves. “Kerry … or Mistress – as she wants to be called – is going to demonstrate ladder knots. You can use them on one arm or leg, or you can combine them.”
Kerry motions to Brice’s arms. “We’ll start with one arm. Remember, talking to your partner, touching them, all of that will keep them patient. Tell them what you’re going to do when you finish the bondage. Tell them how good it’s going to feel once their dressed in nothing but your ropes. Shibari is art and patience is a part of that.”
She turns her gaze to Brice. “Red suits you, pet. I’d love to watch you tremble while I lace you up with tighter knots and position you the way I want.”
He shudders. “Mistress …”
“But you’d have to be very still for me, have to trust me to take care of you, to reward you,” she hums.
She slowly shows the ladder knot while Hunter guides with the instructions. Brice’s gaze is on her and her alone. She smiles and pulls his arm so his hand is cupping her breast. His face heats, but it’s their secret.
“You can touch, pet. You deserve to. You’re being so good,” she praises.
He gently massages her breast and she bites her bottom lip. “There you go. There are ways to keep you still.”
“Yes,” he rasps.
“Are you paying attention?”
“Only to you,” he admits.
She laughs lightly. “What a compliment. What are you going to do when I do this down both your arms?”
“Hopefully still be able to feel you, to please you,” he pants.
He grunts and lets out a raged breath when she does a tighter knot. Kerry smirks. “You might have come here to learn how to rig Shibari, but I think you like being my test subject more.”
“I do.”
“Do you want me to show you everything I can do? How I can suspend you? All the ways I can rig rope to rub you in the right places and get you hard without really touching you?” She purrs, keeping her voice low.
His hand tightens on her breast until his fingers slip over her hard nipple. They pant together. They’re in tune which is what Shibari is supposed to do. People are supposed to be brought together and allowed a deeper connection through bondage.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then you’ll have to stay for my next class and maybe a private lesson after,” she hums. “If you keep being so good, I’ll reward you.”
“Isn’t touching you a reward?” He asks, his hand squeezing her breast again until she gets down to his wrist.
“Not as much of a reward as it is to have me touch you,” she says with a wink before standing and hiding his erection from the class. That’s for her and her alone. She raises her voice. “The ladder is versatile. Depending on the angle you keep the arm or leg out, a person could wear it going out, or it can keep someone in the position you want.”
“Anyone have questions?” Hunter asks, watching Kerry with frustrated eyes. “No. Kerry, if you don’t mind, can you lead through doing it with two arms.”
Kerry knows that Hunter isn’t going to let go of her easily and she’s sure he knows that she’s talking about plenty with Brice, but that’s not going to stop her. Not when Brice is so responsive and there’s so much chemistry here. They can do a whole lot more than Shibari and Brice seems like just the right man for her.
