Persephone (swollen_clit) wrote,

Japanese rope bondage

So last Sunday night was a tickling night. I'm still recovering.

We started early, around 7 after listening to This American Life. I tell you what, that Ira Glass gets me so horny! (joke)

Japanese rope bondage is an art form. It's not simple but it's highly rewarding. It's also extremely beautiful if done correctly. Niles and I have been learning new techniques for almost a year now, but the variations are endless. This time we discussed in detail what we'd do before hand because getting the ropes in their proper places is not something you can do if the subject (me) is play-fighting.

I kept my white button-up blouse on, open and without a bra. I also kept my white lace thong on and my white tennis socks. I sat on the bed while Niles brought out the rope. We use nylon because it's flexible and soft. It's white, too, and looks nice, especially in low light. Niles sat down behind me and started the first part of the bondage - the shinju. Shinju is the Japanese bondage style of breast bondage. When done correctly it makes the breasts thrust out and effectively restrains the subject from the waist up.

Niles began by securing my wrists together behind my back. Then he took a new piece of rope and wound it five times around my chest above my breasts and over my arms, and then five times under my breasts, also over my arms. I could feel my breathing getting restricted a bit and my panties already soaked. Hell, they were soaked the instant he opened the drawer and got out the rope. The next step was to cinch the lower ropes underneath my arms, making everything tight and inescapable. Finally he bound the wrist rope to the upper ropes, looping it over my shoulders and between my breasts. He tied the upper and lower layers of ropes together here and then back over my shoulders to the knots on my back. This make it impossible for me to do anything but struggle.

He stepped back to admire his work. The shinju made my breasts pop out of my shirt and it also made me sit up straight. My nipples hardened as Niles ran his hands over them. He kissed me and slid his tongue around inside my mouth. As we kissed I felt his hand slide over the ropes and down my stomach. He found my thong and then laughed a bit as he felt how wet it was.

Not pausing to tease me long, he led me into the living room and set me down on the couch. He put on some Duke Ellington and then fetched some more rope. He began to tie my ankles to my upper thighs, thus immobilising me and denying me the capability to kick. This comes in handy when there's tickling involved. In tying my ankles he also slipped a rope between my big toe, separating it in its little white sock. Then he tied a few layers of rope to my knees and secured those ends to the feet of the couch. Now I sat helpless, spread wide open, and dripping wet. As the last tie, he attached my torso ropes on my back to another rope behind the couch (which we have there for these sorts of things) so I couldn't slide off the couch. He helped me scoot down so my ass was almost off the couch but not enough to fall off. Now I was ready for the torture.

Niles spent some time caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He ran his hands all over my body, and I shivered, feeling the ropes restrain me. He traced his fingertips down my legs, following the V shape they made, and when he reached my feet he went extra slow. I giggled as he lightly tickled the bottoms of my feet. He moved his fingers faster and faster until I was straining at my bonds in laughter. The shinju made it so I couldn't breathe in too deeply, and laughing really took a lot of effort. Niles grinned at me as I squealed. He didn't stop tickling my feet until I was screaming. Then he pulled away and I had to catch my breath.

I recovered slowly as he went into the bedroom to get something. The music and low lighting made me so relaxed and the bondage allowed me to let go completely. This is why I love bondage - it's complete freedom. Niles returned with a paintbrush in his hand. He looked so incredibly sexy standing there with his unbuttoned black shirt, black pants and a wicked smile on his face. He waved the brush in his hand and came down to sit before me.

"Ah, what a lovely sight. All tied-up and soaking wet." He ran his hands over my stomach for a little while, relaxing me even more. Then he used only his fingertips, slowly making circles on my skin, making me squirm with pleasure. He moved up and did the same to my perky breasts, tightly bound in the white rope. He circled the nipple, not touching for minutes, until finally he pinched both in a firm grip. I squealed. He kissed me. Then he pulled back to touch my pussy. I tried to close my legs as he lightly touched my lips through the damp material, but the ropes kept my legs wide open for him. I relaxed and gave up. He noticed how I settled back into the couch and said, "There's my girl."

"Mm-hm," I said, closing my eyes. "I'm all yours."

He took this cue to slip my panties over to one side, exposing my pussy and ass to him. He moved his head down and breathed in deeply. "There's just nothing like the scent a woman makes," Niles said and smiled. "It's really quite hard for me not to just make love to you right now."

"I'd really like that, darling," I said, attempting to thrust my pelvis upwards toward him.

"Not yet," he said. He picked up the paintbrush and began to drag it lightly over my right thigh, pulling it away as he passed my pussy, and then back down again on the other leg. I squirmed, aching to be touched where I needed it most. He turned the brush around to use the blunt end on my feet. I wiggled my toes and felt the rope between them. He continued to do that until I was again squealing and giggling. Returning to my thighs he smiled and settled back on to the floor. He took his sweet time on my legs, painting invisible designs on my skin, tracing circles, playing connect-the-dots with my freckles. He swished the paintbrush down one leg, through my patch of hair and close to my clit but not close enough, and then back up the other leg. I squirmed, oozing more juices out of my pussy.

Then Niles suddenly moved up to my neck and chest. He repeated he process, circling the nipples and teasing them with little flicks of the brush. I writhed about as much as I could when he touched my neck, as that's one of the most ticklish spots on me. He continued with the nipples until my clit was burning with frustration. He must have sensed that and he moved back to my legs.

He did a bit more of the leg torture until I was well beyond ready for some real touching. On one of his treks from one leg to the other he dragged the brush across my clit. I sucked in air sharply, feeling the ropes tighten against me, and squealed. "Oops," he said, and smiled. He did it again and again. I could feel my clit swell to its full size. He dipped the brush in my juices, poking it into my pussy a bit and then swirling it around my clit some more. Then he started a motion of running the brush from my ass to my clit and back again. At each end he'd flick the brush on them, making me scream. I didn't know how much more I could take.

I felt light-headed, and I knew it was a mixture of the tight ropes and the sheer pleasure. I felt close to passing out as Niles continued to flick the brush back and forth. I moaned almost continually, completely gone. I was so close to orgasm but there wasn't enough stimulation to push me over the edge. Niles knew this, which made it all the more sexier.

I drifted along in subspace until suddenly Niles stopped and buried his face in my pussy. I yelped and tried to thrust back up at him. He stuck two fingers in my pussy and curled them to find my rough patch. He flicked his tongue wildly over my clit as I could hold back no longer and came hard.

He didn't stop for five minutes. I thrashed and pulled at my bonds, begging him to stop but not wanting that at all. I came continually, riding more and more waves of it, until I felt I was losing my mind. He finally pulled away and sat down next to me. The ropes almost cut into my chest as I gasped for air. He rubbed my clit lightly and kissed me. I could taste my juices on him and I love that. Slowly I calmed down and regained my breath.

When he untied me there were rope marks all over my body. After a bit we went into the bedroom and made love. He was on top because I was so tired. He spent all his energy pumping away over me, and I lay back to enjoy it. We came together, his very hard and mine pretty hard for what energy I had left.

The next day was his turn for special attention, but I'll tell you about that later. :)




If you'd like to see examples of shinju and other how-to's for japanese rope bondage, visit this site here. There are tons out there on the web, and a google search for "japanese rope bondage instructions" with variables like "knots" and "techniques" thrown in will get you some great results.
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