Shibari Part 2

Headspace:

V.N began to bind my hips. One foot rested on his thigh while I balanced with the otra. His gaze on his work. His breathing controlled and heavy. The room was warm and getting warmer by the tie. Music played in the back round of the Meditation Room where we set our scene against red, black and natural colors strategically place in and around a floor to ceiling length mirror cover in light see-through fabric. When V.N touches my skin to wrap another loop onto my person the sound the rope makes is curiosly  comforting and intoxicating almost in the form of a meditation or trance. Binding the limb to the body takes concentration, I watched with feverish wonder and excitement. When he stood to face me I could smell my essential oils rising with him. Drunken spirit mind letting go before my body relaxes into his gaze impossible to meet or match so I close my eyes. Each time V.N brushed against my skin,  touched my body or said to me in my ear ," Good Girl", my body wanted to collapse into his chest and melt but my stubborn Dragon wasn't convinced enough to follow through. Sounds escape my lips in pleasure and appreciation to counter. The music became darker. The room was hotter. The mirror silouette our meshed frames together being on top of being whilst the truth hung in the air as tribute.