Showing her the Ropes
Clara, a quirky yet creative drama student fresh out of college, had recently parted ways with her long-term boyfriend. This unexpected breakup left her feeling both liberated and vulnerable. She was petite, standing at only 5'4", with an attractive slim body that she worked hard to maintain through regular yoga sessions. Her most striking feature were her pert breasts, which seemed to defy gravity despite their modest size, accentuated further by her dyed red hair. She possessed a firm ass that swayed enticingly with each step she took.
One day while browsing through an alternative arts magazine, Clara's eyes were drawn to an advertisement for models needed in creative rope workshops. The intriguing photograph featured a woman suspended gracefully from the ceiling; her body contorted into various erotic poses. Despite initial apprehension about venturing into such an intimate medium, she was drawn by the promise of exploring new artistic boundaries and experiencing something truly unique.
Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, Clara gathered up the courage to dial the number listed in the advertisement. After exchanging brief yet intriguing conversations with Dean, the enigmatic mastermind behind these workshops, she found herself agreeing to attend an audition at his secluded mansion on the outskirts of town.
Clara arrived at the studio early, feeling both excited and nervous. The exterior of the building didn't reveal its hidden secrets; it looked like any ordinary community space from the outside. But once she stepped inside, she was greeted by a world filled with colourful ropes suspended from ceiling hooks and various apparatuses designed for... well, she wasn't quite sure yet.
Dean, a man with rock star good looks, introduced her to Kate, a woman exuding glamourous charm in her 30s or 40s, dressed in 50s retro attire that accentuated her hourglass figure. She wore a slave collar around her neck, complete with a small ring. As they chatted more about the nature of their work—Shabari (Japanese bondage) workshops and the desire to venture into video production—Clara couldn't help but notice how comfortable and at ease Kate seemed in this environment.
Dean explained that he had written several books on Shabari techniques, while Kate shared her past as a model turned rope rigger. They were looking for someone like Clara—young, attractive, and open-minded—to become their newest model. The job would involve posing for instructional videos and live performances, but most importantly, they emphasized consent and comfort throughout the entire process.
After signing a contract agreeing to various terms and conditions (some of which made her blush), Clara was asked to return for her first performance the following week—a small gathering of hipsters and new agers interested in exploring their sensual sides. She left the studio with mixed feelings of excitement and trepidation, wondering what exactly she had signed up for.
Clara's heart raced as she stepped into the dimly lit studio, her eyes adjusting slowly to the soft glow of candles flickering on various surfaces. The scent of incense filled the air, mingling with an underlying hint of sweat and anticipation. She had arrived early for her first performance, nervousness coursing through her veins like electricity.
As she walked towards the centre of the room where a circle of rope was laid out on the floor, she couldn't help but feel exposed in her revealing white leotard. The material clung tightly to her curves, accentuating every curve and dip of her body. Her breasts, normally perky and pert, seemed to jiggle enticingly with each tentative step she took.
Kate, the glamorous woman who had interviewed her earlier, appeared from behind a curtain, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You look absolutely stunning," she complimented Clara warmly, her voice dripping with approval. "Now, why don't you get comfortable? The guests will be arriving any moment."
Clara nodded nervously, trying to mask her nerves as she took a deep breath and stepped into the circle of rope. It felt cool against her bare feet, grounding her slightly amidst the sea of uncertainty that threatened to engulf her. She stood there, surrounded by lengths of red rope coiled neatly on tables around the room, waiting for the show to begin.
The studio filled with a mix of hipsters and new agers, their conversations drifting softly through the air like ethereal music. Clara couldn't tear her eyes away from them, watching as they chatted animatedly, unaware of the spectacle that was about to unfold before them.
Finally, Dean, Kate's rock star-good-looking husband, stepped forward, his piercing blue eyes scanning the room. "Ladies and gentlemen," he boomed, his voice resonating powerfully despite its softness. "Welcome to tonight's Shabari workshop. I am Dean, and beside me is my beautiful wife, Kate."
Kate stepped forward, her slave collar with a shiny silver ring glinting under the dim light. She flashed a dazzling smile at the audience before continuing, "Tonight, we have the pleasure of introducing our newest model, Clara. Now, let's get started."
Clara's heart pounded in her chest as Kate approached her, rope in hand. She watched in a haze of nervousness and anticipation as Kate began to tie a harness around her breasts, cinching it tightly until her breasts were lifted and separated, making them appear huge and impossibly firm.
Kate cupped Clara's breasts, teasing her nipples gently before pulling on them lightly. Clara could feel the heat building within her core as her nipples hardened, poking through the thin material of her leotard.
"Feel free to touch and explore," Kate encouraged the audience members seated around the circle. Clara's breath hitched in her throat as hands reached out hesitantly at first, but soon became bolder, caressing and squeezing her breasts with a mix of wonder and desire.
Kate moved on to tie Clara's arms behind her head, further accentuating the cleavage between her breasts. The leotard strained against her body, revealing more flesh than it concealed. Clara felt exposed and vulnerable yet strangely aroused by the attention she was receiving.
Dean stepped forward next, his strong hands moving with practiced ease as he demonstrated tying crotch ropes. The rope brushed against Clara's sensitive skin, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her body. He tied a knot in the rope just above her clitoris, demonstrating how it could be adjusted to apply pressure or pleasure.
Clara gasped as he guided the rope between her legs, tying a large round knot that pressed against her anus. Dean turned her around and gently encouraged her to bend over, allowing the thin crotch of her leotard to ride up into her crack. She could feel the rope ball pressing firmly against her anus.
Dean demonstrated how the knots could be manipulated, teasing and tormenting sensitive areas of her body. Guests were invited to join in, their fingers tracing over her sensitive flesh, exploring every curve and crevice. Clara moaned softly, her body responding eagerly to the touches and caresses she was receiving.
Dean pulled the crotch aside and pushed the rope ball with a strong finger, causing it to slowly enter her tight rectum. Clara squirmed slightly, her ass cheeks quivering under his firm grip. "Stand up and turn around," he commanded softly.
Clara obeyed, her heart pounding in her chest as she turned to face him once more. Dean demonstrated a crotch rope with the knot positioned over her clitoris, pressing against her sensitive nub. He rubbed it teasingly before slipping his finger inside her wet passage. Guests were invited to press and waggle the knot, causing Clara's body to tremble with pleasure.
Dean tied a rope around Clara's waist and secured it to the harness holding her breasts up. He then attached the other end of the rope to a ring in the ceiling, hoisting her slowly off the ground until she was barely touching it on tiptoes.
He lifted one of Clara's legs, bending it at the knee, and tied a rope around her bent knee before tying her ankle to her thigh. He fed the rope around her tied knee through another ring in the rafters and secured it, leaving her suspended barely touching the floor with her toes with one leg raised high in an extreme yoga pose.
Clara's legs were spread wide apart, exposing her most intimate parts to the eager gazes of the audience. Dean leaned forward and rubbed his fingers over her clitoral hood before slipping a finger into her tight wet passage. Clara gasped as he explored her depths, teasing and tormenting her sensitive flesh.
Kate approached next, kneeling behind Clara. She spread the hood of Clara's clitoris with two outstretched fingers and leaned in to give an explosive lick. She then rubbed the clit vigorously before slipping a finger into Clara's tight wet passage. Kate continued to tease and stimulate her new model, demonstrating various techniques for pleasuring and tormenting sensitive areas.
Kate reached into a bag and pulled out a magic wand vibrator. Using rope, she tied a type of crotch rope that held the vibrator against Clara's pussy with her clitoris pressing against the vibrator. Once secured, she turned it on and began to rub and caress Clara's breasts.
Clara could feel herself building towards climax, her body trembling with anticipation. Kate continued to tease and stimulate her until finally, with a loud moan, Clara came hard, her juices dripping down the thigh of the leg she was standing on. She slumped exhausted in post-orgasmic bliss as Kate removed the vibrator from her sensitive flesh.
Dean hoisted Clara higher into the air so she was completely suspended while Kate bended the knee of the leg she was standing on, tying it securely with rope. She then tied Clara's ankle to her thigh and tied the rope to the ring in the ceiling, hoisting her higher so she was now swinging from the ceiling frog tied in a squatting position hanging from three points. Her legs wide apart, her leotard pulled to the side and her pink pussy exposed.
The position had caused her pink pussy to gape open, exposing its dripping wetness that dripped onto the floor below. Each breath she took seemed to heighten her arousal, making her pussy clench and release in anticipation of what was to come.
Kate stepped into the circle holding her bag of trick and reached inside.
The large red latex dildo that Kate retrieved from her bag had a thick, veiny shaft designed to mimic the appearance of a real cock. Its base was equally impressive, featuring two prominent balls that swayed enticingly with each movement. The dildo's girth was substantial, meant to stretch and accommodate even the tightest of holes.
Kate held the thick, red latex dildo firmly in her outstretched hand, its veiny shaft designed to mimic a real cock swaying enticingly. She opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue and simulated oral sex on it, her lips stretching tightly around the head of the dildo. With practiced ease, she took the dildo deep into her mouth and throat, her tongue flicking against the shaft as if tasting every inch of it.
Kate's eyes locked onto Clara's as she continued to deep throat the thick dildo, her tongue flicking and swirling around its shaft. As she pushed it deeper into her throat, she let out a throaty gagging sound, a mix of pleasure and discomfort that vibrated against the dildo's surface. Her cheeks hollowed out, and her eyes watered slightly, adding to the realism of her performance.
She maintained this position for several long, sensual seconds before slowly pulling back on the dildo, allowing it to slide out of her throat with a wet, sucking sound. A string of saliva connected the head of the dildo to Kate's lips as she finally pulled away, revealing a trail of drool trickling down her chin.
With the dildo now lubricated and glistening, Kate positioned its head against Clara's entrance. She guided it slowly but steadily inside her, relishing in the tightness and wetness that greeted it. The sensation of being filled by the thick red dildo was overwhelmingly pleasurable for Clara, her body trembling with anticipation as Kate began to thrust it up and down.
Kate stopped her thrusting and held the dildo still and looked at Dean.
Dean hoisted Clara up and down on the rope like a puppet, letting her rise and fall on the dildo that was penetrating her tight entrance and was held by Kate. The audience could see the dildo become slick with Clara's juices and her labia stretched tugging at the girth of the dildo.
Kate looked at Dean again and he left Clara Hanging, Kate moved in closer and positioned her head between Clara’s legs.
As Clara's body shook violently from the onslaught of sensations, she couldn't help but marvel at how different this was from anything she had ever experienced with her past boyfriends. Their awkward fumbling and prickly stubble seemed like distant memories now. This was pure bliss—the warmth of Kate's breath against her sensitive areas, the expertise of her tongue dancing over every inch of her pink flesh.
The combination of being eaten out for the first time by a woman and the relentless penetration by the dildo pushed Clara closer to the edge than she had ever been before. She screamed out in ecstasy, her body convulsing uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss crashed over her. The sensation of being filled so completely by both Kate's tongue and the dildo pushed Clara to the brink of sanity, her climax so intense that it felt like she was losing herself entirely in this sea of pleasure.
Kate finally pulled away from Clara's quivering body, her own breath heavy and ragged. With a satisfied moan, she removed the dildo from Clara's still-trembling pussy, leaving her completely spent and slumped in her bondage. The room fell silent for a moment, replaced only by the sound of Clara's laboured breathing and the gentle creaking of the ropes holding her suspended.
Dean and Kate stood together in the circle in front of the slumped and dripping form of Clara and bowed theatrically, the audience, who had been transfixed by every moment of this erotic performance, broke their silence with thunderous applause and cheers.
The performance was over, and as Clara slowly regained her composure, she couldn't help but feel a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration coursing through her veins. She had never experienced anything like it before—the combination of vulnerability and power, pain and pleasure. And the audience's response... it was more than she could have ever imagined.
As Kate untied her from the ropes and helped her down from the stage, Clara knew that her life would never be the same again. She had found her calling—a career in erotic rope performances that would not only pay her bills but also satisfy her deepest desires. And with Dean and Kate as mentors, there was no limit to what she could achieve in this new exciting world of sensuality and submission.
