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I began to wrap the rope around the girl’s body as I spoke, trying very hard not to get distracted as I worked. There was something about her that made me feel off balance. Every time I touched her, my blood seemed to warm. I was incredibly attracted to her, which was very unusual for me, but it felt like more than simple attraction.
“If your submissive is topless,” I continued, trying hard to focus, “You can also tie the ropes in such a way as to causereduced blood flow to the breasts, causing a similar reaction as nipple clamps, but much more diffuse.”
A few minutes later I finished the simple rope corset, stretching the silk cords over her clothing, then binding her arms to her torso. I could have asked her to disrobe for a more authentic demonstration, but for some reason I didn’t want all these women staring at my sub’s naked body.
After demonstrating a couple of other knot techniques, I paused for questions, and then concluded the lesson. Angela hurried up to the stage to thank us both for participating, offering the girl a free pass for her role in the demonstration. She responded as if Angela had offered her a million dollars.
I took my time releasing her from my ties, somehow hesitant to let her go. Once the ropes were removed, the girl stood up and gave me a bright smile.
“Thank you, Mistress, that was a really cool experience. By the way, my name is Janie.”
She reached out a hand, and I took it automatically. It proved to be a huge mistake, because the instant our skin touched, I felt a jolt of something electric that was so strong, I almost gasped. When I met her eyes, she looked a little dazed, telling me that she’d felt it too.
Suddenly she pulled away. “I, uh, I’d better go,” she stammered. “Have a good night.”
As she hurried off, for some reason I felt bereft.
Janie
“That rope demo the other night was cool,” Sarah said over lunch a few days later. “I mean, I’ve had my hands and feet tied up before, but that was totally different. You couldn’t move your upper body at all, and the knots made an interesting pattern.”
“Yeah, it was pretty cool,” I agreed.
If I closed my eyes, I could feel the light pressure of the rope tied around my body, the knots pressing against my clothing. I’d had my hands restrained a couple of times at the club as part of a scene, but I’d never actually been bound. Never felt so completely under another person’s control. I would have thought that I’d hate that, and I probably would have with anyone else, but for some reason with Mistress Skye, I felt completely safe.
I’d had a dream about her the night after the demo. A sex dream. I’d woke up with my pulse hammering and my panties wet, only able to calm down once I’d slid my fingers in between my slipper folds and strummed my clit until I came.
“That Skye is quite beautiful,” Sarah continued, oblivious to my inner turmoil.
“Yeah.”
“She’s got that calm, cold vibe about her. I can see why they call her the Ice Princess. I bet she she’s hell on her team.”
“Her team?”
“She’s some kind of a high-powered scientist in the aerospace industry. A genius. Apparently, her current company had to pay a fortune to get her here from Boston.”
I could see that. Intelligence had shone in her eyes, adding to her cold and standoffish demeanor.
“Hmm,” I said, my tone deliberately non-committal.
I didn’t fool my friend at all. “What? What’s that face?”
I looked around furtively, then leaned across the table. “I had a very...physical reaction to her when I was on the stage. Like sexually, I mean. Then I had a naughty dream about her.”
Sarah looked confused. “So?”
“That’s never happened before,” I explained.
“Never?”
“No, I don’t usually have sex dreams. Besides, I’ve always thought I was straight.”
I wasn’t sure which of us I was trying to convince.
“You’re not straight,” Sarah said firmly. “I’ve seen you checking out women at the club, although maybe you weren’t aware of it. Haven’t you fantasized about any of the dommes you’ve scened? You said you’d felt some attraction there, are you telling me that you never got yourself off thinking about it later?”
“No.”
