Rope & O

There I stood, waiting. Listening to the deep sounds of Dead Can Dance in a dimly light room standing on a soft red pad of the Meditation Room belonging to VN. The room was warm and so was VN'S touch when he walked around me dragging his hands and fingers over my shoulders and clavicle. To be honest, the energy hadn't been made yet so the stillness of the air began to constrict. Patiently I stood for the arrival of the rope to a body part and for the remainder of a few more baited breaths, no rope presented itself. The silky material that climbed over a shoulder and rested for mere moments was an indication I will be using my senses. Instantly I was grinning with excitement but showed no expression as to not chide VN, he likes a challenge.
His presence loomed over my tiny person when he simply stood in front of me. When he places his hands on top of my shoulders I know it's time to begin. We looked at each other in the eyes for a brief moment before he pulled the silky material off of my shoulder and when VN walked around me towards my backside I felt a bit scared and excited, I will not be able to see him. He softly rubbed the material over my throat and off the other shoulder. My heartbeat sped up. My hands began to sweat. I wanted to fidget inside my skin but then I felt his face on my back. Warm. Soft and prickly. I could feel his breath heat and cool my shoulder blade. I thought he was listening to my heart beat run marathons for a second before he continued with his ritual. I thought many things as he detached from my person leaving an emptiness from where he once was. Then, silk cross my face covering my nose and mouth. Delicately he tied the material over my face uncovering my mouth. I could feel his breath on my collarbone.  His hands slid down my arms to twist me about another direction, disoriented. Aggressively he began to tie my arms. Pulling. Tugging. Wrapping. Shift me. Moving me and all the while breathing heavy to the deep bass rumbling throughout the Meditation Room. My torso constricted. My eyes covered.
VN never said a word but got right to his work. As he wrapped tighter and tighter my midsection pulling it towards the earth I spoke incantations. With every wrap and bind I cast protection, love and peace to the process. When my arms elevated towards the ceiling I let out a whimper. All movement stopped. VN'S hands gripped my bound hands and directed them towards him. Step by step I moved backwards until my back and his chest met. One hand held mine, the other found my throat. He secured my position in his body space only to press his cheek against the back of my head and neck to say,"Good Girl". His heat devoured space and time when he pressed into me. I wanted to feel him heavily. When he left he took that heat with him. I stood for what seem like hours feeling the space around me. The swollen corners of cries let out danced in and around the Meditation Room like a lost byrd and I was swimming in pure emotion. VN lifted my left leg and began to wrap it aggressively tight, I cried out. The more I screamed, the tighter the wrapping became. He wrapped my hips just as  aggressive. Every leg wrapped and bound came with pain and pleasure. The rope rubbed my lips and brushed my clit whenever I tried to release pressure from another. And the dance began. Balancing on one foot, I started to get warm at my hips with my flinching and correcting. Higher VN took my leg. Pain seared my body, I let out a scream. He took no time to administer more. The pain delivered was pleasure received. The more he squeezed, wrapped and tighten the rope around my body the more I screamed in pain and pleasure. I suddenly felt extreme cold against my breastplate coupled with a clicking sound. The feels, the sound the coldness of metal moving down my torso, Pain and Pleasure. I knew I was in good hands yet the fear was palpable. I screamed out in pain as the waves hit me and kept coming . . .so did I.