Draft Thursday, February 24, 2022 3:27 AM
A SUBTLE MYSTIC ACT OF PLEASURE
That was my submissive Gray . At this point I had my submissive tied up with the beginnings of a chest harness and was reading him a story of bondage.'You know sub, most stories are written for men by men. Very few of the stories written on these sites are written for women. Also, when we read about shibari, the easiest way to reconcile tying someone up is the trite Master/Servant, Dominant/Submissive Scenario. It is far, far harder to reconcile a relationship where bondage is taken out of the darkness and brought into the light that you and I call shibari. Making it about celebrating the ropes and your body rather than making it dark, and dungeony.'I put a blindfold on him and reached for some more rope.'Gray, Who is your Master?''You know you are, Mistress Moon.''Gray, you call me Mistress, and we as a couple in the lifestyle accept that...have you ever considered why I won't call you my slaaave?''I hadn't thought about it Mistress.'Gray laid in bed naked, except for the harness that I had tied on him earlier and the blindfold. His fair skin was starting to flush from the excitement of being tied - his light pink nipples darkening before I even touched them. I laid down next to him, gathered him in my arms and placed my mouth next to his ear so she could hear me whisper and began to explain why I never gave him that label.'Because, you will never be less than me outside of the lifestyle, when you call me Mistress, you are giving me a gift. That gift entails three major elements.'I slowly let my right hand play in Grays' hair while I talked.'One, I know you as a very powerful business man. You're a man who can and does what he wants. I know that you are a truly modern man, capable of running a multi business. You like to have control. You need to have control. The relationship we have...where you belong to me... where I tie you up and honor your body...that time and space where you give up control and just 'feel' is a release. It is something we chose to do. The first thing you give me is control. I know it is given; it is not something I take.'My body was pressed up against he’s . One of the reasons he trusted me was that we had walked this path many times before. I knew that when he was blindfolded at first, he needed to know where I was. With my body pressed up against he’s , I removed my hand from his hair. I kept it raised away from him. His body started to squirm. He knew where I was but not my hand. It was little bit of exquisite torture for him. Finally after a few minutes, Gray whispered:' Touch me.''I am touching you. Can't you feel my body pressed up against yours?'Frustrated, He continued to move, pressing himself more and more into my body. Finally, my right hand came down gently on the bottom of his left rib cage and pressed in slightly causing him to breathe sharply, and a small moan to escape his lips.'Number 2 - you give me your trust.'I parted from him and grabbed a length of rope and started to bind his wrists together. One, two, three wraps of the rope around his wrists then slide the bite through and tie it off. I performed a quick check to ensure Grays' circulation.'You need to trust me completely - more than any act of making love; this shibari is about trust. Right now you're helpless. I could do whatever I wanted and you could do nothing to stop me. It's frightening for you...it's liberating for you. It's about control but before it can be about liberating you from control, it's about trust.'I start to repeat the tie on his ankles. With his ankles and wrists bound, the harness about her chest, and a blindfold on, Grays' breath was raspy. I took a moment and leaned in to check in with him..'Gray, are you ok?'Mistress Moon, my sub of two years, responds with a 'yes.' This is how we've handled the safe word conundrum. Not Unicorn or Elephant, but rather, we've given each other names. More than names...they are personalities. Moon was born 'Gray,' and still bears the legal name 'Gray'. I am legal 'Zehra' but to Gray I am 'Moon.' Our intimate names are protagonists from an illusive thought of a fictive movie. Even outside of our play we use Moon and Gray. When we are on vacation...when we are out and about...those names and those personalities just fit better somehow. Sometimes I feel more like Moon than Zehra. When I ask him a question using Gray as his name we know that we are performing a safety check.When we are at our most intimate we are wholeheartedly 'Moon' and 'Gray.' This type of intimacy is a funny thing. Gray is indeed tied up and helpless and that brings on emotions - lots and lots of emotions. Sometimes the emotions go in a funny direction and suddenly Gray is not ok. Sometimes, my emotions do funny things and I am not ok. It is an ebb and flow. It requires incredible amounts of bi-directional trust and intimacy. This is why we check in. I read Grays and he seemed to be heading inside of himself , giving up the day's planning and the tomorrow's to do list. This promised to be a good session.I took his wrists, tied as they were, one on top of the other and tied them to the harness at the back. This immobilized his torso completely. Now that he was tied, and couldn't do anything about it, I started to caress his body. This is where he feels most vulnerable. I turned him over so he was face down on the bed. I placed a pillow under his hips so he was more comfortable. I caressed his backside. There is a spot right at the top of his buttocks where the crack of his bottom turns into his back. As I pressed hard on this spot, I am rewarded with a moan and a hip thrust.'And three...the third thing you give me is responsibility. This is the part that truly brings our relationship out of the dungeon and into the light.'' Mistress Moon, I love you. I need you. I want you.''Gray when we go to a restaurant and I order for you, what do you feel?''Like you are caring for me and showing the world I belong to you.'It was true, when we are out at restaurants, I always ordered for Gray. Sometimes, although not always, I would ask what he felt like, but in the end what I ordered for him was my choice. We got strange looks and sometimes even disgusted looks from our wait staff, but they, like most people, simply didn't understand.'Gray - that is where the relationship comes into the light. 'I give his bottom a slight smack. It reddens with an imprint of my hand. I continue:'The restaurant analogy is where the magic happens. That is where everything evens out...where I belong to you, as much as you belong to me...where our relationship is different from the relationships lived in dungeons.'Another smack to his bottom leaves another handprint. As I rub his bottom feeling the heat from my spanking his hips are gyrating, He is feeling. It is a time when his mind quiets and I can see he is releasing into a place of 'feeling' and not 'thinking.' This is a place that is hard to describe if you've never been there or you've never taken anyone there. It is a place where Gray will do anything for me. It is a place where I could take advantage of him. As he is floating, I realize my soliloquy about dungeons and darkness and shibari is quickly turning into vapor.I finish up the tie...a simple matter now of taking the last piece of rope and running it from the harness to his bound ankles. Once in place I tighten it. It brings his ankles and legs up behind him and places a slight arch in his back. This tie is one that he likes as it leaves him completely helpless. I reach underneath and place a hand on his upper thigh - simply on his upper thigh. He goes quiet. I feel his thigh slick from his cock. I know he is feeling. I know he feels safe. I know he trusts me. He is hard with a slight precum because of the tie, my words, my control and his trust.'You give me control. You give me your trust. You give me responsibility. The responsibility is to ensure you're safe, ensure you're pleased and ensure I don't violate that trust. It is in the restaurant analogy where I think our relationship deviates from the others that we find. You see with that granted responsibility, I believe I know you enough to order for you so that you will be pleased; more pleased than if you ordered yourself. I don't know if that is true, or even a consideration for other couples that attempt to find this.'This is indeed what it seemed to come down to. In anything we did as Moon and Gray, He gave me control, trust and responsibility. This was his love for me. Such was my love for him, that I did everything in my power to take that responsibility, trust and control and make decisions that were at least as pleasing to him as his own decisions would be.There he is in all his Handsomeness, my Mistress and owner Moon/Zehra, bound and blindfolded. I've done this for me, but also for him. As I gaze on him like this, I wonder to myself, who is the Mistress?With his hips on the pillow, his legs drawn up towards his back, I find I can rest a vibrator at the space where his legs meet his Cock mound at the pillow. His Cock and Scrotum are far enough forward on his body that he will feel the vibration but I don't think he’ll be able to.....part 2 coming soon 😘
