"Is this your dungeon?"
Asher laughed and patted the middle of the huge bondage bed. "No, this is my bed. Kneel in the center, please."
Jezebel obeyed, but her attention was all over the place. She looked up at the suspension hook over the bed and looked at the sex swing, her eyes wide. "This is where you sleep?" It came out squeaky, and he had to laugh.
"Yes, kotik. I'm sure if you thought about it enough, you would realize that it's not that shocking. Now, just sit still. Don't speak anymore for a bit until I speak to you. Understood?"
"Yes, Master." Jezebel stared at him then, and he smiled, getting up to grab the lengths of soft rope he had, uncoiling them and delighting in the feel across his hands. She watched quietly, obediently, while he went to work, ritualistically tying her into a rope harness.
Asher had discovered from her punishment with the crop that the methodical layering of rope soothed his Pet. It took that terrible chaos she suffered and made sense of it, soothed out all the tangles of it, until it was something more manageable.
And rope didn't work for some submissives. It was time-consuming to harness someone. The artist types were the ones more drawn to shibari.
Asher couldn't claim to get into the art form of it, but he knew his way around the gist well enough.
The rope started to create a type of collar, then made a knotted frame around her tits. Asher made diamond patterns around her torso, calmly taking his time.
The quiet was an introspective kind, one that drew him into that lovely connection with her. Asher had her lift up so he could make a teasing little harness between her legs, framing her pussy over her clothes.
Asher tied her wrists loosely together behind her.
When he was done, she was a sensual little creature, bound up and harnessed, and so nicely submissive. In the end, he didn't speak to her at all, because that connection sang between them and said all that needed to be communicated.
With every rope, she soothed. With every knot tied, she curled closer to his touch and he had to smile.
"Now, how's that for kinda, sorta, not really playing, kotik?"
Jezebel arched her face closer to him and he obliged her with a kiss, stroking her comfortably harnessed breasts gently, lovingly. "This is good, Master."
Asher smiled when her lips pressed up again, holding her.
"It's alright, Pet. I know what you need sometimes. I know that this mind just wants to serve, to feel the pleasure of submitting every now and again. I can take care of you, and those needs, anytime you need me to."
For the moment, her fear was fast asleep, as if he had played it Brahm's Lullaby or Moonlight Sonata. Her gaze was totally relaxed and sweetly adoring, with all the power of that wonderful emotion. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
"Now, why don't you just relax and stay here for a while. Are you comfortable?"
"Yes, Master." God, that look.
It let him know that he could push her a little bit, that he could put a few more suggestions into her mind, tempt her and tighten his leash on her, just a bit.
"Good girl. Just stay here for a time. I'll come back and get you, Pet, but I'd like you to wear a few other things as well."
Asher fetched a light play collar and a blindfold, and she seemed to dismiss the blindfold entirely. Jezebel swallowed at the collar, though. "S-still not going to be anything more, though, right?"
"It comes off after we're done and say goodbye for the night. I think the security of the leather being around your neck will help keep your mind calm for a time."
Soft persuasion was intertwined with perfect amounts of calm control in his voice.
Jezebel hesitated even so, but then nodded, her eyes still too soothed to feel much caution from his manipulation. So he smiled, and put the eye mask on first, then fitted the collar nice and fitted to her throat.
Both were a cute, baby pink color that went with her icy hair perfectly, and fit so well that it gave him an insane amount of delight to see it. Asher left her there, kneeling and comfortable, and free to move and shift as she wished, while he went to tend his bar.
It served to solidify his intent on having her. Asher went through the play areas, stopped and played himself for a few of the scenes he could see, playfully amping the energy when it seemed like it was needed.
It felt like making music, walking through this place, and he felt heightened to a different plane of existence with the thought of her bound and collared in his room. It was something heady, as if he had been drinking.
When there was enough time, he went back to release her, only to instantly have his senses flooded with the scent of her arousal.
Asher took her mask off, cut through the rope on her wrists, and she gave him a look of the most beautiful desperation.
In this state, he could push her a little, with just a small amount of suggestion and manipulation. His caged cock was a continual reminder for his intentions of having her kneel.
"Suffering?" Asher tugged her forward by the o-ring of her collar, so that she whimpered and fell to her hands and knees on his bed.
"Yes, Master." Jezebel was flushed, breathless, but her attention was all on him after he had so tamed her with nothing but ropes and a little loving attention. "I-" Jezebel trembled. "I know I said to not be sexual, but..."
Asher smiled ruefully. "Unfortunately, I can't at the moment." Jezebel whimpered and he stroked her hair.
"Unless you would like to stay the night with me? I'll leave you here for some more alone time and come back and we can play as long as you like."
Ah, for a moment she very nearly gave in to him. Asher was making progress and the temptation took hold in her, lit her eyes up. Jezebel shifted in the rope that teased her between her legs.
Pain crossed her eyes and then she gave a soft, sad cry. "No. No, I would like to go home instead, please."
But it didn't feel like a loss. No, it felt very much like a victory for him. Little by little, with patience and relentless use, he knew how he'd have her.
Asher could see it as clear as the most beautiful crystal.
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