Amanda has a body of which any woman would be proud. Her compact, five and a half foot frame is an intriguing study in contrast: simultaneously athletically powerful and succulently feminine. Her body is ideally suited for shibari, and I can tell that she likes putting her body on display. Thus, I believe that I could give her and myself enormous pleasure by introducing her to the joys of displaying it while bound.
"My name is Yoko, and, as I told your friend, I have been admiring your body for a long time. You are undoubtedly aware of your physical attributes, but I have been wondering whether you would be interested in having those attributes highlighted by techniques with which you are unfamiliar. To be precise, I have been trained in the art of shibari, and I would like to practice that art on your body. I have given your friend a brief account of what shibari is, and you can learn more details by searching the internet. Before agreeing to my proposal, I want you to know enough to make an informed decision. Shibari is not for everyone, but for those who accept its demands, it can be a wonderful and profound experience. I will leave my telephone number for you at the front desk, and you should call me if you decide that you would like to try the experience which I can offer you."
Having said her piece, Yoko departed, leaving Amanda and me in a dumbfounded state of shock. Both of us are open minded and accustomed to frank talk about our bodies and sex. However, neither of us was prepared to ever receive such an unveiled invitation to indulge our sexual fantasies, especially not from someone whose face and figure could be mistaken for those of a child. I was not at all sure how Amanda would react to Yoko's proposal. My own reaction was one of enthusiasm. I had often thought that I would enjoy watching while Amanda's body was being controlled by another woman. The scene which I liked to imagine would be one in which Amanda would be suspended in a state of pure sexual excitement from which she could expect no relief, at least not relief via any of the means to which she is accustomed. My thinking was that another woman would be more likely to induce such a state than I, or any other man. No man knows the female anatomy as well as a woman does, and, when dealing with that anatomy, his own gratification is paramount in every man's mind. Thus, another woman would work with a combination of knowledge and disinterest which a man could not. Added to that, Yoko seemed to be ideally qualified for the job. As she had made clear, she was fascinated by Amanda's body and its possibilities. In addition, she had special training which had taught her how to enhance Amanda's experience with techniques of which most other women would be ignorant.
Of course, it was Amanda's decision to make, and I did not want to interfere in her making up her mind about such a personal matter. Thus, aside from helping her locate some websites where she could learn about shibari, I did not raise the topic. Nonetheless, it was clear to me that she was devoting a great deal of time to thinking about the implications of accepting Yoko's proposal. Her research on the web had taught her that acceptance meant that she have to relinquish control over her own body to someone whose primary interest was in her body as an aesthetic, not sexual, object. Of course, it was obvious from the pictures she had seen on the web that there is a strong sexual component to shibari and that both the practitioner and the person being bound can derive intense sensual pleasure from what they are doing. In addition, Amanda recognized that shibari would afford her the opportunity to have her body displayed in new and different ways, and she had always seized on such opportunities. Thus, the only serious source of her hesitation was her reluctance to allow another person exercise total mastery over her body and, indirectly, over her emotions, and the fact that that other person would be another woman did nothing to assuage her concern. On the contrary, it exacerbated it. Amanda was accustomed to other women being awed by her body, and so having her body dominated by another woman would entail a reversal of roles for which she was not at all sure she was ready.
For more than a week, Amanda grappled with her ambivalence about calling Yoko. However, the frequency with which she returned to the pictures and descriptions which she found on the internet made it obvious to me that she was too intrigued to simply dismiss Yoko's proposal. Therefore, I was not too surprised when, before a second week had passed, she told me that she had called Yoko and that we were scheduled to be at Yoko's house the following evening. Pleased to have been included but uncertain about my role, I readily agreed to go and inquired what I was expected to once I got there. Smiling, Amanda answered, "You are to be my chaperon."
Yoko's house turned out to be a modest frame building surrounded by similar dwellings in what was once a working class neighborhood which had become popular among the students attending a nearby university. The contrast between the drab housing and the splendor of Yoko in her bright red kimono when she opened the door was stunning. Yoko had obviously paid a lot of attention to her appearance in preparation for our visit. Not only had she chosen her kimono with exquisite taste, but she had taken great care with rest of her toilet. Particularly lovely was the long, thick pigtail into which she had plaited her abundant black hair. The pigtail emerged from the right side of her head and hung like a decorative sash over her shoulder and down her svelte front. With her hair drawn to one side, her oval face, and especially her prominent Asian cheek bones and startlingly black eyes shining beneath dark eyebrows, were presented a striking manner.
After bowing to us, Yoko asked us to first remove our shoes before leading us into her living room, where the only furniture was a low table sitting on a tatami mat. Once we were there, Yoko turned to us and, without further ado, began unbuttoning Amanda's blouse while explaining the program which she had in mind.
"Since this is your first experience of shibari, I thought that I should begin with a relatively mild form of binding that we Japanese call "shinju." Shinju, which means "the pearls" in Japanese, involves the binding of your breasts in what is essentially a rope brassiere which supports the breasts without hiding them. As you will discover, the pressure of the rope around your breasts produces a subtle stimulation which, as time passes, will cause them to swell and become highly sensitive. In response, your nipples, which are "the pearls" referred to in name shinju, will grow fuller and more rigid than they ever have before, causing you a delicious mixture of pleasure and frustration while providing your friend and me the opportunity to enjoy the aesthetic manifestation of your body's excitation. Your frustration will come from your inability to relieve the tantalizing tingling which your breasts and nipples will experience. You will be prevented from doing so because, besides your breasts, your arms will bound. At first you will be annoyed by the loss of your freedom, but I think that you will soon learn to accept and even enjoy it, and when I convinced that you have become reconciled to your state, I will introduce you to more demanding forms of shibari."
By the time that she finished her explanation, Yoko had removed Amanda's blouse and bra, leaving her bare from the waist up. Presumably responding to the description Yoko had given of the fate about to befall them, Amanda's nipples were already erect and became more so when Yoko, clearly impressed by the treasures she had just exposed, ran an appreciative finger over their tips. Impressed Yoko may have been, but not awed. Taking Amanda by the shoulders, Yoko turned her around and instructed her to cross her arms behind her back with each hand clasping the opposite arm at the elbow. Then, with remarkable speed, Yoko wrapped a rope along the entire length of Amanda's forearms, thereby locking them rigidly in place. When Yoko turned Amanda back around so that she was facing us, I was struck by the way in which the position of her arms already thrust her breasts forward into exaggerated prominence. But Yoko was not done. Taking a second piece of rope, she circled Amanda with three tightly spaced loops which ran across her chest just at the level where the upper slope of Amanda's breasts emerge and captured her arms just below her biceps. This piece of rope was immediately followed by a third, which Yoko carefully positioned so that it would lie in the crease just beneath Amanda's breasts.
After studying her work with a critical eye, Yoko made a few refinements, all of which were clearly intended to adjust the pressure which the ropes were exerting, paying particular attention to those places where they came in contact with Amanda's breasts. Once Yoko was satisfied, she stepped back and reverted to her role as a proper Japanese hostess. Bowing, she invited us to sit down and let her serve us in a traditional tea ceremony. Taken aback by her suggestion but seeing no way to refuse, I lowered myself to a cross legged sitting position next to the table. However, with her arms unavailable to her, Amanda could not follow suit and remained standing with a perplexed look on her face. Seeing Amanda's quandary, Yoko immediately came to her rescue, saying "Please excuse my impoliteness. Of course you cannot seat yourself and, when the tea arrives, you will not be able to drink it without assistance. You are now dependent on me for even the most rudimentary functions, and the scope and depth of your dependence will only increase as the evening progresses. Thus, I will help you seat yourself and, when I bring the tea, will bring the cup to your lips so that you can partake of the tea ceremony. However, before seating you, I think that I should remove the rest of your clothes. They can only impede your limited movements and later would interfere with what I have planned."
Acting as if it were the most conventional service that a hostess could perform for one of her guests, Yoko sank to her knees and divested Amanda of the rest of her clothes: skirt, panties, and finally socks. Rising, she went behind the now naked Amanda, clasped her arms around Amanda's waist, and gently lowered Amanda to the floor. Yoko moved so swiftly that she left Amanda no time to object. However, once she was seated, Amanda looked on the verge of rebellion. For one thing, she was thoroughly humiliated by her own helplessness, a humiliation which was augmented by Yoko condescending manner of dealing with her predicament. Secondly, seated, Amanda was much more acutely aware of her bindings. Although she had made them snug, Yoko had not tied any of the ropes very tight, and so, as long as Amanda was standing, they rested on but did dig into her flesh. However, seated, her body lost some of the tone which it had when erect, with the consequence that the ropes asserted their presence with greater authority, particularly those holding her breasts. Whereas they had grazed against her breasts as long as she was standing, the constriction caused by those ropes now forced her breasts to bulge slightly at their sides and to rest more heavily on the rope beneath them. Thus, her vanity as well as her sense of amour-propre were offended. Conscious of but undeterred by Amanda's obvious anger, Yoko once again knelt before Amanda and delivered another brief lecture.
"Amanda, I know that I have offended you and that you are angry about the state in which you find yourself. You are a proud woman who resents not being in control. On the other hand, of your own free will, you submitted yourself to me. You had plenty of time to consider what you were doing and ample information on which to base your decision. Having made your decision, you should now have sufficient pride to abide by it. Nothing I do to your body will cause any damage. You will experience some mild discomfort, but that discomfort will be more than compensated by the pleasure which I can give you if you allow yourself to accept my mastery over your body. While I am preparing our tea, try to concentrate on the transformations which your breasts will be undergoing. Watch them swell in their confinement, appreciate the ruddy color which they acquire, and see how your aereolae and nipples bloom. You have a beautiful body, and I can make you appreciate it in ways which you have never imagined."
I was afraid that Yoko's words would only inflame Amanda's anger, but I was wrong. Instead, Amanda appeared to be mollified by them. The signs of anger receded from her face, and her body relaxed, at least in so far as the ropes permitted relaxation. Lowering her head, she followed Yoko's advise to watch her breasts respond to their new "brassiere." Even though they had been bound for only a few minutes, her breasts had definitely expanded so that the bands encasing them had started to disappear into her flesh. At the same time, her aereolae had spread so that they looked twice their normal size. But most dramatic was the growth of her nipples, which had become more turgidly erect and grown fuller than I had ever seen them before. As Yoko had predicted, it was obvious that Amanda was intrigued by these changes. In addition, I could tell that she was experiencing the tingling sensation which Yoko had mentioned, and she registered her resulting frustration and excitement by rocking on her pelvis and flexing the muscles in the vicinity of her groin. When Yoko returned carrying a tray with our tea, she first placed my cup on the table next to me and then she resumed her kneeling position in front of Amanda. Moving with consummate grace, she clasped Amanda's cup in her both hands and lifted it to Amanda's lips. After Amanda had taken a few swallows, Yoko lowered the cup and placed it on the table before placing her hands in her lap. Without altering her servile posture, Yoko examined the orbs whose rampant nipples quivered only inch from her nose. Pleased by their progress, Yoko raised her hands from her lap and cupped them around the lower portion of Amanda's swollen breasts.
"I see that we have both done our work well. I created the catalyst, and your body produced the reaction. Your breasts look like those of a nursing mother who is in need of suckling. Of course, it is not milk with which they are filling, but the sensation caused by my ropes is akin to that which a mother experiences. Not all breasts are beautiful when performing in this way, and you should take pride in the fact that yours are. Keep your eyes on them while I complete the process that my ropes began."
Twisting her hands so that her thumbs rested on the tips of Amanda's nipples, Yoko slowly bent those distended stalks back and forth. I had thought that Amanda's nipples had already reached their maximum size, but under Yoko's tutelage they continued to grow. Amanda endured this insidious teasing in silence. Even when, after several minutes, tears appeared in her eyes, she never attempted to escape Yoko's thumbs, and, in fact, seemed to be shifting her upper body in ways which would give Yoko better access to her target. Finally, when Yoko was convinced that she had given Amanda's breasts the full benefit that this exercise could provide them, she withdrew her hands and sat back on her heels to view her handiwork. Seated in this manner, Yoko looked the ideal of a perfect Japanese hostess whose only concern was the comfort of her guest. Nonetheless, in spite of her composed features and her expressions of admiration for Amanda's breasts, I suspected that her admiration was tinged with jealousy when she compared the body before her to her own.
Having given Amanda time to recover a little from the sweet torment to which she had been subjected, Yoko rose to her feet and then helped Amanda to hers. Displaying the same expertise as she had when she tied them, Yoko quickly divested Amanda of the ropes in which she had spent the last half hour. Not surprisingly, the memory of the ropes was imprinted on her flesh, and her breasts and nipples showed no sign of returning to their normal size. Ignoring these vestiges of Amanda's first experience with shibari, Yoko launched into an explanation to her second.
"Shinju focuses your attention on your breasts, but breasts are not the only portion of the female anatomy whose responsiveness can be enhanced by the application of ropes. Indeed, even more susceptible to the joys of binding are the erogenous zones in your groin. The form of shibari which deals with this region is known as "sakuranbo," which translates into English as "the peach." Although sakuranbo often involves suspension, suspension is neither essential nor appropriate for a novice like you. Instead, in order to not distract you by introducing too many unfamiliar experiences at once, I am going to employ a technique which will enable you to concentrate on the highly sensual aspects of what is being done to you." Yoko began Amanda's second binding by cinching her waist. Amanda's waist is normally about twenty four inches, but Yoko's rope trimmed at least three of those inches, forcing Amanda's belly to bulge out beneath. Moving in front Amanda, Yoko used a finger under the rope and a hand on Amanda's belly to mold Amanda's stomach into an attractively rounded bowl whose gentle contour was in stark contrast to the severely constricted band around her waist. After asking Amanda to spread her legs a little, Yoko moved so that she faced Amanda's right side. Once there, Yoko inserted a second rope through the rope cinching Amanda's waist, drew this rope over Amanda's protruding tummy and through her spread legs, threaded through waist rope in back, drew it back through Amanda's legs, and reinserted in front through the rope circumscribing Amanda's waist. Stepping behind Amanda, Yoko anchored one end of the second rope to the first with a knot which lay in the hallow of Amanda's spine. Then, moving back in front and going down on her knees, Yoko slowly took the slack out of the rope between Amanda's legs, carefully guiding the two strands so that they would lie on either side of Amanda's vulva. When she was satisfied that they were positioned to exert pressure simultaneously on the tendons in Amanda's groin and the outer sides of her labia, Yoko secured the rope in place with a large knot which she placed so that it was nestled in and would press against Amanda's navel.
Standing up, Yoko went behind Amanda, gathered Amanda's hair, and plaited it into a pigtail which hung down the center of her back. After securing the pigtail with a sturdy elastic band, Yoko told Amanda to place her hands behind her head. With a new rope, Yoko first bound Amanda's wrists with one end and then ran the other end down her back and through the rope around her waist. She next pulled the rope tight, forcing Amanda's arms up so that her elbows formed little spires on either side of her head and her hands rested between her shoulder blades. As a result, Amanda's breast were drawn high on her chest, flattening them slightly but allowing them to maintain their pleasingly full shape. At the same time, Amanda's armpits were brought into prominence, exposing the wonderfully soft flesh of her underarms while displaying the well developed her upper arms and lap muscles. Still standing behind Amanda, Yoko raised her hands to the shallow hallows of Amanda's armpits and began stroking the satiny skin there.
"Westerners seldom appreciate the erotic potential of the female armpit. Nowhere on the body is the skin as soft and sensitive as it is in these charming recesses. Once I have completed the sakuranbo tie which I have designed for you, I will return to this area and teach you something about the pleasure which you can derive from it. However, there is one more rope which I have to put in place. I am afraid that you may object that its installation will require me to take considerable liberties with the most intimate part of your anatomy, but I think that in the end you will find that the eventual pleasure which you receive will be ample reward for the temporary indignity which I will impose on you." Once again kneeling in front of Amanda, Yoko attached a thin piece of silken cord to rope at her waist and pulled it snug along the center-line of Amanda's swollen belly. She then made a precise measurement of the length between its point of attachment and the apex of Amanda's mons before tying a double knot. If Amanda had any doubts about Yoko's intent, they were dispelled when Yoko prised open her labia and embedded the silken cord in the narrow channel created by the ropes which she had installed earlier. Moving to Amanda's rear, Yoko drew the cord between the crease separating Amanda's ass cheeks, again pausing to make a second double knot at the spot where the cord would pass over Amanda's anus before pulling the cord taut and checking that the knots were correctly positioned, one pressing against Amanda's clitoris and the other burrowed in her anus. Finally, Yoko grabbed Amanda's pigtail and drew Amanda's head back before weaving the cord into the pigtail and tying it there.
Clasping Amanda's body from behind, Yoko guided Amanda's trussed body first into a kneeling position on the tatami mat and then coaxed her legs further and further apart until Amanda was sitting on her haunches with her folded legs splayed out on either side. In the process, the cord bisecting Amanda's crotch was drawn even tighter, completely disappearing from the point where it crossed over her mons to the point where it re-emerged from between her buttock. Watching Amanda squirm in an attempt to accommodate the ropes binding her abdomen and the cord invading her vulva, it was not clear to me whether she was yet ready to agree with Yoko's claim that her reward compensated for her travail. Forced by the position of her head to stare at the ceiling, she had opened her mouth to facilitate her labored breathing and, intermittently, give voice to her frustration. Nonetheless, in spite of her considerable discomfort, it was obvious that Yoko's art was having the desired effect. Amanda's nipples stood out rigidly from her upturned breasts, and the silvery coating accumulating along the passage into which the cord had disappeared gave undeniable evidence of her arousal.
Kneeling directly behind Amanda, Yoko resumed her stroking of Amanda's armpits and underarms. At first her touch was tantalizingly ephemeral, but as she warmed to her task, she began probing the intricate network of tendons and ducts beneath the surface. In addition, she began visiting neighboring regions, slowly working her way toward the succulent flesh on the sides of Amanda's breasts. From my vantage point, the scene before me looked like a highly erotic solo cello concert, with Yoko being the cellist and Amanda being instrument on which she was playing. This image was reinforced when Yoko rocked Amanda's body back so that her shoulder rested against Yoko's chest and her head lay in the crook between Yoko's shoulder and neck. By this time, there was no question that Yoko had vindicated her prediction. Amanda was totally consumed by the sensations which Yoko and her ropes were evoking. A look of ecstasy was written on her face as she twisted her hips and pelvis in an unmistakable and thoroughly uninhibited attempt to use the strategically placed knots to masterbate.
Presumably because of her severely restricted mobility, Amanda took a surprisingly long time to bring herself to orgasm. Throughout her struggle to reach her climax, she provided me with a continuously evolving, wonderfully sensual display of the female body performing at its peak, reaching a magnificent crescendo when she finally achieved her goal. After the last wave of her orgasm had swept over her, a thoroughly drained Amanda slumped against Yoko's body where she remained while Yoko quickly removed the ropes which had played a critical role in her recent education.
After Amanda had recovered sufficiently to dress and prepare to leave, Yoko escorted us to the door. Before opening it, she turned toward us and said, "Amanda, I think that you should know that yours has not been the only body which has been under duress during your visit. Mine has too."
Then, raising her hands to her collar, Yoko opened her kimono to reveal her slim body beneath. Crisscrossing her chest was a complicated network of ropes which molded her small breasts and squeezed them into pert mounds crowned by fully erect, dark nipples. Below this network was a second, not unlike the one which had just been removed from Amanda's lower body. In particular, it was clear that, throughout our visit, a cord had been embedded in Yoko's crotch, and I could easily imagine the sensations that cord produced as Yoko played her role.
After giving us time to absorb the sight before us, Yoko closed her kimono, opened the door, bowed, and bade us goodby, saying "I hope that this will not be your only visit. Amanda is an apt pupil who can profit from the many things which I can teach her."
Authored by Anon1940
"My name is Yoko, and, as I told your friend, I have been admiring your body for a long time. You are undoubtedly aware of your physical attributes, but I have been wondering whether you would be interested in having those attributes highlighted by techniques with which you are unfamiliar. To be precise, I have been trained in the art of shibari, and I would like to practice that art on your body. I have given your friend a brief account of what shibari is, and you can learn more details by searching the internet. Before agreeing to my proposal, I want you to know enough to make an informed decision. Shibari is not for everyone, but for those who accept its demands, it can be a wonderful and profound experience. I will leave my telephone number for you at the front desk, and you should call me if you decide that you would like to try the experience which I can offer you."
Having said her piece, Yoko departed, leaving Amanda and me in a dumbfounded state of shock. Both of us are open minded and accustomed to frank talk about our bodies and sex. However, neither of us was prepared to ever receive such an unveiled invitation to indulge our sexual fantasies, especially not from someone whose face and figure could be mistaken for those of a child. I was not at all sure how Amanda would react to Yoko's proposal. My own reaction was one of enthusiasm. I had often thought that I would enjoy watching while Amanda's body was being controlled by another woman. The scene which I liked to imagine would be one in which Amanda would be suspended in a state of pure sexual excitement from which she could expect no relief, at least not relief via any of the means to which she is accustomed. My thinking was that another woman would be more likely to induce such a state than I, or any other man. No man knows the female anatomy as well as a woman does, and, when dealing with that anatomy, his own gratification is paramount in every man's mind. Thus, another woman would work with a combination of knowledge and disinterest which a man could not. Added to that, Yoko seemed to be ideally qualified for the job. As she had made clear, she was fascinated by Amanda's body and its possibilities. In addition, she had special training which had taught her how to enhance Amanda's experience with techniques of which most other women would be ignorant.
Of course, it was Amanda's decision to make, and I did not want to interfere in her making up her mind about such a personal matter. Thus, aside from helping her locate some websites where she could learn about shibari, I did not raise the topic. Nonetheless, it was clear to me that she was devoting a great deal of time to thinking about the implications of accepting Yoko's proposal. Her research on the web had taught her that acceptance meant that she have to relinquish control over her own body to someone whose primary interest was in her body as an aesthetic, not sexual, object. Of course, it was obvious from the pictures she had seen on the web that there is a strong sexual component to shibari and that both the practitioner and the person being bound can derive intense sensual pleasure from what they are doing. In addition, Amanda recognized that shibari would afford her the opportunity to have her body displayed in new and different ways, and she had always seized on such opportunities. Thus, the only serious source of her hesitation was her reluctance to allow another person exercise total mastery over her body and, indirectly, over her emotions, and the fact that that other person would be another woman did nothing to assuage her concern. On the contrary, it exacerbated it. Amanda was accustomed to other women being awed by her body, and so having her body dominated by another woman would entail a reversal of roles for which she was not at all sure she was ready.
For more than a week, Amanda grappled with her ambivalence about calling Yoko. However, the frequency with which she returned to the pictures and descriptions which she found on the internet made it obvious to me that she was too intrigued to simply dismiss Yoko's proposal. Therefore, I was not too surprised when, before a second week had passed, she told me that she had called Yoko and that we were scheduled to be at Yoko's house the following evening. Pleased to have been included but uncertain about my role, I readily agreed to go and inquired what I was expected to once I got there. Smiling, Amanda answered, "You are to be my chaperon."
Yoko's house turned out to be a modest frame building surrounded by similar dwellings in what was once a working class neighborhood which had become popular among the students attending a nearby university. The contrast between the drab housing and the splendor of Yoko in her bright red kimono when she opened the door was stunning. Yoko had obviously paid a lot of attention to her appearance in preparation for our visit. Not only had she chosen her kimono with exquisite taste, but she had taken great care with rest of her toilet. Particularly lovely was the long, thick pigtail into which she had plaited her abundant black hair. The pigtail emerged from the right side of her head and hung like a decorative sash over her shoulder and down her svelte front. With her hair drawn to one side, her oval face, and especially her prominent Asian cheek bones and startlingly black eyes shining beneath dark eyebrows, were presented a striking manner.
After bowing to us, Yoko asked us to first remove our shoes before leading us into her living room, where the only furniture was a low table sitting on a tatami mat. Once we were there, Yoko turned to us and, without further ado, began unbuttoning Amanda's blouse while explaining the program which she had in mind.
"Since this is your first experience of shibari, I thought that I should begin with a relatively mild form of binding that we Japanese call "shinju." Shinju, which means "the pearls" in Japanese, involves the binding of your breasts in what is essentially a rope brassiere which supports the breasts without hiding them. As you will discover, the pressure of the rope around your breasts produces a subtle stimulation which, as time passes, will cause them to swell and become highly sensitive. In response, your nipples, which are "the pearls" referred to in name shinju, will grow fuller and more rigid than they ever have before, causing you a delicious mixture of pleasure and frustration while providing your friend and me the opportunity to enjoy the aesthetic manifestation of your body's excitation. Your frustration will come from your inability to relieve the tantalizing tingling which your breasts and nipples will experience. You will be prevented from doing so because, besides your breasts, your arms will bound. At first you will be annoyed by the loss of your freedom, but I think that you will soon learn to accept and even enjoy it, and when I convinced that you have become reconciled to your state, I will introduce you to more demanding forms of shibari."
By the time that she finished her explanation, Yoko had removed Amanda's blouse and bra, leaving her bare from the waist up. Presumably responding to the description Yoko had given of the fate about to befall them, Amanda's nipples were already erect and became more so when Yoko, clearly impressed by the treasures she had just exposed, ran an appreciative finger over their tips. Impressed Yoko may have been, but not awed. Taking Amanda by the shoulders, Yoko turned her around and instructed her to cross her arms behind her back with each hand clasping the opposite arm at the elbow. Then, with remarkable speed, Yoko wrapped a rope along the entire length of Amanda's forearms, thereby locking them rigidly in place. When Yoko turned Amanda back around so that she was facing us, I was struck by the way in which the position of her arms already thrust her breasts forward into exaggerated prominence. But Yoko was not done. Taking a second piece of rope, she circled Amanda with three tightly spaced loops which ran across her chest just at the level where the upper slope of Amanda's breasts emerge and captured her arms just below her biceps. This piece of rope was immediately followed by a third, which Yoko carefully positioned so that it would lie in the crease just beneath Amanda's breasts.
After studying her work with a critical eye, Yoko made a few refinements, all of which were clearly intended to adjust the pressure which the ropes were exerting, paying particular attention to those places where they came in contact with Amanda's breasts. Once Yoko was satisfied, she stepped back and reverted to her role as a proper Japanese hostess. Bowing, she invited us to sit down and let her serve us in a traditional tea ceremony. Taken aback by her suggestion but seeing no way to refuse, I lowered myself to a cross legged sitting position next to the table. However, with her arms unavailable to her, Amanda could not follow suit and remained standing with a perplexed look on her face. Seeing Amanda's quandary, Yoko immediately came to her rescue, saying "Please excuse my impoliteness. Of course you cannot seat yourself and, when the tea arrives, you will not be able to drink it without assistance. You are now dependent on me for even the most rudimentary functions, and the scope and depth of your dependence will only increase as the evening progresses. Thus, I will help you seat yourself and, when I bring the tea, will bring the cup to your lips so that you can partake of the tea ceremony. However, before seating you, I think that I should remove the rest of your clothes. They can only impede your limited movements and later would interfere with what I have planned."
Acting as if it were the most conventional service that a hostess could perform for one of her guests, Yoko sank to her knees and divested Amanda of the rest of her clothes: skirt, panties, and finally socks. Rising, she went behind the now naked Amanda, clasped her arms around Amanda's waist, and gently lowered Amanda to the floor. Yoko moved so swiftly that she left Amanda no time to object. However, once she was seated, Amanda looked on the verge of rebellion. For one thing, she was thoroughly humiliated by her own helplessness, a humiliation which was augmented by Yoko condescending manner of dealing with her predicament. Secondly, seated, Amanda was much more acutely aware of her bindings. Although she had made them snug, Yoko had not tied any of the ropes very tight, and so, as long as Amanda was standing, they rested on but did dig into her flesh. However, seated, her body lost some of the tone which it had when erect, with the consequence that the ropes asserted their presence with greater authority, particularly those holding her breasts. Whereas they had grazed against her breasts as long as she was standing, the constriction caused by those ropes now forced her breasts to bulge slightly at their sides and to rest more heavily on the rope beneath them. Thus, her vanity as well as her sense of amour-propre were offended. Conscious of but undeterred by Amanda's obvious anger, Yoko once again knelt before Amanda and delivered another brief lecture.
"Amanda, I know that I have offended you and that you are angry about the state in which you find yourself. You are a proud woman who resents not being in control. On the other hand, of your own free will, you submitted yourself to me. You had plenty of time to consider what you were doing and ample information on which to base your decision. Having made your decision, you should now have sufficient pride to abide by it. Nothing I do to your body will cause any damage. You will experience some mild discomfort, but that discomfort will be more than compensated by the pleasure which I can give you if you allow yourself to accept my mastery over your body. While I am preparing our tea, try to concentrate on the transformations which your breasts will be undergoing. Watch them swell in their confinement, appreciate the ruddy color which they acquire, and see how your aereolae and nipples bloom. You have a beautiful body, and I can make you appreciate it in ways which you have never imagined."
I was afraid that Yoko's words would only inflame Amanda's anger, but I was wrong. Instead, Amanda appeared to be mollified by them. The signs of anger receded from her face, and her body relaxed, at least in so far as the ropes permitted relaxation. Lowering her head, she followed Yoko's advise to watch her breasts respond to their new "brassiere." Even though they had been bound for only a few minutes, her breasts had definitely expanded so that the bands encasing them had started to disappear into her flesh. At the same time, her aereolae had spread so that they looked twice their normal size. But most dramatic was the growth of her nipples, which had become more turgidly erect and grown fuller than I had ever seen them before. As Yoko had predicted, it was obvious that Amanda was intrigued by these changes. In addition, I could tell that she was experiencing the tingling sensation which Yoko had mentioned, and she registered her resulting frustration and excitement by rocking on her pelvis and flexing the muscles in the vicinity of her groin. When Yoko returned carrying a tray with our tea, she first placed my cup on the table next to me and then she resumed her kneeling position in front of Amanda. Moving with consummate grace, she clasped Amanda's cup in her both hands and lifted it to Amanda's lips. After Amanda had taken a few swallows, Yoko lowered the cup and placed it on the table before placing her hands in her lap. Without altering her servile posture, Yoko examined the orbs whose rampant nipples quivered only inch from her nose. Pleased by their progress, Yoko raised her hands from her lap and cupped them around the lower portion of Amanda's swollen breasts.
"I see that we have both done our work well. I created the catalyst, and your body produced the reaction. Your breasts look like those of a nursing mother who is in need of suckling. Of course, it is not milk with which they are filling, but the sensation caused by my ropes is akin to that which a mother experiences. Not all breasts are beautiful when performing in this way, and you should take pride in the fact that yours are. Keep your eyes on them while I complete the process that my ropes began."
Twisting her hands so that her thumbs rested on the tips of Amanda's nipples, Yoko slowly bent those distended stalks back and forth. I had thought that Amanda's nipples had already reached their maximum size, but under Yoko's tutelage they continued to grow. Amanda endured this insidious teasing in silence. Even when, after several minutes, tears appeared in her eyes, she never attempted to escape Yoko's thumbs, and, in fact, seemed to be shifting her upper body in ways which would give Yoko better access to her target. Finally, when Yoko was convinced that she had given Amanda's breasts the full benefit that this exercise could provide them, she withdrew her hands and sat back on her heels to view her handiwork. Seated in this manner, Yoko looked the ideal of a perfect Japanese hostess whose only concern was the comfort of her guest. Nonetheless, in spite of her composed features and her expressions of admiration for Amanda's breasts, I suspected that her admiration was tinged with jealousy when she compared the body before her to her own.
Having given Amanda time to recover a little from the sweet torment to which she had been subjected, Yoko rose to her feet and then helped Amanda to hers. Displaying the same expertise as she had when she tied them, Yoko quickly divested Amanda of the ropes in which she had spent the last half hour. Not surprisingly, the memory of the ropes was imprinted on her flesh, and her breasts and nipples showed no sign of returning to their normal size. Ignoring these vestiges of Amanda's first experience with shibari, Yoko launched into an explanation to her second.
"Shinju focuses your attention on your breasts, but breasts are not the only portion of the female anatomy whose responsiveness can be enhanced by the application of ropes. Indeed, even more susceptible to the joys of binding are the erogenous zones in your groin. The form of shibari which deals with this region is known as "sakuranbo," which translates into English as "the peach." Although sakuranbo often involves suspension, suspension is neither essential nor appropriate for a novice like you. Instead, in order to not distract you by introducing too many unfamiliar experiences at once, I am going to employ a technique which will enable you to concentrate on the highly sensual aspects of what is being done to you." Yoko began Amanda's second binding by cinching her waist. Amanda's waist is normally about twenty four inches, but Yoko's rope trimmed at least three of those inches, forcing Amanda's belly to bulge out beneath. Moving in front Amanda, Yoko used a finger under the rope and a hand on Amanda's belly to mold Amanda's stomach into an attractively rounded bowl whose gentle contour was in stark contrast to the severely constricted band around her waist. After asking Amanda to spread her legs a little, Yoko moved so that she faced Amanda's right side. Once there, Yoko inserted a second rope through the rope cinching Amanda's waist, drew this rope over Amanda's protruding tummy and through her spread legs, threaded through waist rope in back, drew it back through Amanda's legs, and reinserted in front through the rope circumscribing Amanda's waist. Stepping behind Amanda, Yoko anchored one end of the second rope to the first with a knot which lay in the hallow of Amanda's spine. Then, moving back in front and going down on her knees, Yoko slowly took the slack out of the rope between Amanda's legs, carefully guiding the two strands so that they would lie on either side of Amanda's vulva. When she was satisfied that they were positioned to exert pressure simultaneously on the tendons in Amanda's groin and the outer sides of her labia, Yoko secured the rope in place with a large knot which she placed so that it was nestled in and would press against Amanda's navel.
Standing up, Yoko went behind Amanda, gathered Amanda's hair, and plaited it into a pigtail which hung down the center of her back. After securing the pigtail with a sturdy elastic band, Yoko told Amanda to place her hands behind her head. With a new rope, Yoko first bound Amanda's wrists with one end and then ran the other end down her back and through the rope around her waist. She next pulled the rope tight, forcing Amanda's arms up so that her elbows formed little spires on either side of her head and her hands rested between her shoulder blades. As a result, Amanda's breast were drawn high on her chest, flattening them slightly but allowing them to maintain their pleasingly full shape. At the same time, Amanda's armpits were brought into prominence, exposing the wonderfully soft flesh of her underarms while displaying the well developed her upper arms and lap muscles. Still standing behind Amanda, Yoko raised her hands to the shallow hallows of Amanda's armpits and began stroking the satiny skin there.
"Westerners seldom appreciate the erotic potential of the female armpit. Nowhere on the body is the skin as soft and sensitive as it is in these charming recesses. Once I have completed the sakuranbo tie which I have designed for you, I will return to this area and teach you something about the pleasure which you can derive from it. However, there is one more rope which I have to put in place. I am afraid that you may object that its installation will require me to take considerable liberties with the most intimate part of your anatomy, but I think that in the end you will find that the eventual pleasure which you receive will be ample reward for the temporary indignity which I will impose on you." Once again kneeling in front of Amanda, Yoko attached a thin piece of silken cord to rope at her waist and pulled it snug along the center-line of Amanda's swollen belly. She then made a precise measurement of the length between its point of attachment and the apex of Amanda's mons before tying a double knot. If Amanda had any doubts about Yoko's intent, they were dispelled when Yoko prised open her labia and embedded the silken cord in the narrow channel created by the ropes which she had installed earlier. Moving to Amanda's rear, Yoko drew the cord between the crease separating Amanda's ass cheeks, again pausing to make a second double knot at the spot where the cord would pass over Amanda's anus before pulling the cord taut and checking that the knots were correctly positioned, one pressing against Amanda's clitoris and the other burrowed in her anus. Finally, Yoko grabbed Amanda's pigtail and drew Amanda's head back before weaving the cord into the pigtail and tying it there.
Clasping Amanda's body from behind, Yoko guided Amanda's trussed body first into a kneeling position on the tatami mat and then coaxed her legs further and further apart until Amanda was sitting on her haunches with her folded legs splayed out on either side. In the process, the cord bisecting Amanda's crotch was drawn even tighter, completely disappearing from the point where it crossed over her mons to the point where it re-emerged from between her buttock. Watching Amanda squirm in an attempt to accommodate the ropes binding her abdomen and the cord invading her vulva, it was not clear to me whether she was yet ready to agree with Yoko's claim that her reward compensated for her travail. Forced by the position of her head to stare at the ceiling, she had opened her mouth to facilitate her labored breathing and, intermittently, give voice to her frustration. Nonetheless, in spite of her considerable discomfort, it was obvious that Yoko's art was having the desired effect. Amanda's nipples stood out rigidly from her upturned breasts, and the silvery coating accumulating along the passage into which the cord had disappeared gave undeniable evidence of her arousal.
Kneeling directly behind Amanda, Yoko resumed her stroking of Amanda's armpits and underarms. At first her touch was tantalizingly ephemeral, but as she warmed to her task, she began probing the intricate network of tendons and ducts beneath the surface. In addition, she began visiting neighboring regions, slowly working her way toward the succulent flesh on the sides of Amanda's breasts. From my vantage point, the scene before me looked like a highly erotic solo cello concert, with Yoko being the cellist and Amanda being instrument on which she was playing. This image was reinforced when Yoko rocked Amanda's body back so that her shoulder rested against Yoko's chest and her head lay in the crook between Yoko's shoulder and neck. By this time, there was no question that Yoko had vindicated her prediction. Amanda was totally consumed by the sensations which Yoko and her ropes were evoking. A look of ecstasy was written on her face as she twisted her hips and pelvis in an unmistakable and thoroughly uninhibited attempt to use the strategically placed knots to masterbate.
Presumably because of her severely restricted mobility, Amanda took a surprisingly long time to bring herself to orgasm. Throughout her struggle to reach her climax, she provided me with a continuously evolving, wonderfully sensual display of the female body performing at its peak, reaching a magnificent crescendo when she finally achieved her goal. After the last wave of her orgasm had swept over her, a thoroughly drained Amanda slumped against Yoko's body where she remained while Yoko quickly removed the ropes which had played a critical role in her recent education.
After Amanda had recovered sufficiently to dress and prepare to leave, Yoko escorted us to the door. Before opening it, she turned toward us and said, "Amanda, I think that you should know that yours has not been the only body which has been under duress during your visit. Mine has too."
Then, raising her hands to her collar, Yoko opened her kimono to reveal her slim body beneath. Crisscrossing her chest was a complicated network of ropes which molded her small breasts and squeezed them into pert mounds crowned by fully erect, dark nipples. Below this network was a second, not unlike the one which had just been removed from Amanda's lower body. In particular, it was clear that, throughout our visit, a cord had been embedded in Yoko's crotch, and I could easily imagine the sensations that cord produced as Yoko played her role.
After giving us time to absorb the sight before us, Yoko closed her kimono, opened the door, bowed, and bade us goodby, saying "I hope that this will not be your only visit. Amanda is an apt pupil who can profit from the many things which I can teach her."
Authored by Anon1940