Bound by Desire: A Bondage Fantasy

Lexi and I were strolling through the store, hands clasped together, gazing longingly at the many interesting items lining the shelves and hanging from racks that protruded from the walls in the dozens. Most of the goods at this shop were completely foreign to me, but Lexi was in her element.

“And this is one of my favourite floggers,” she said, reaching out to one of the items and running her fingers through a curtain of suede straps that dangled innocently from the wrapped leather handle they were all connected to. She seemed to relish the way they felt in the brief moments that they brushed against her fingertips, as though she could taste them and was savouring their unique flavour.

“‘One of’ your favourites?” I asked. “How many do you have?”

“Never enough. I'm always looking to grow my collection.”

This might come as a shock, but this shopping trip had been my idea. Lexi was by no means the first girl I'd dated since I'd come out in my uni days, but she was the first who had been so…forthcoming about her kinky side, and what a kinky side it was! She was a freak in the streets and the sheets as it turned out, with a sizable collection of BDSM bondage gear under her bed, and even though it intimidated me, it was also quite the turn-on to see her owning it with such confidence. It began to inspire some confidence in me too, eventually leading to me asking her for an introduction to the world of fetish sex toys that she knew and loved so much. She’d introduced me to strap-ons, and that had been the most fun I’d had with a girl between the sheets ever. She clearly knew what she was doing, so why not explore a little with her?

“Would I be correct in assuming you already have that flogger at your place then?” I responded, warily eyeing a wall full of elaborate collars and clips that a nearby diagram indicated were supposed to attach to the neck, nipples, and clitoris all at once.

“I've probably got half the store at my place,” she laughed, then she noticed where I was looking. “Don't worry about those, hon, those aren't for bondage beginners like you so we won't be using anything that intense…yet,” she added as a cheeky afterthought.

I couldn't picture it myself but Lexi was clearly having fun with the idea. “Okay, so what are the best toys for bondage beginners like me then?”

“Well, as cute as I think you'd look in a clit and nipple clamp collar, I'd probably start you off with a basic pair of wrist cuffs.”

“Like those fluffy handcuffs you see in cheesy movies?”

“If you like, but I actually think you'd prefer something like these.” Lexi guided me to a row of soft cuffs for wrists and ankles. “These are padded on the inside so they're nice and comfy, and they have Velcro instead of buckles or locks so it's easy to get in and out of them. It's good for peace of mind since they won't fully trap you like some of the more advanced bondage restraints.”

“Wow, you really know your stuff. It's like you work here or something,” I teased her.

“Let's just say I'm on a first-name basis with most of the staff,” Lexi said with a sly wink. “Speaking of which…”

One of the staff members had approached us, whom Lexi greeted enthusiastically. “Hello Ness, good to see you again!”

“And you too, Alexandria,” said the girl with a grin, whose name tag read ‘Vanessa’. “It's been a while since you were last in, what's it been? A week? Week and a half, maybe?”

We all laughed at my girlfriend’s prolific spending habit on fetish toys. “Something like that, yeah,” Lexi chuckled before introducing me. “This delightful creature is Monique, she’s finally agreed to let me show her the ropes.”

Vanessa smiled at me. “Does Alex mean that figuratively or literally? Because we did actually just get some new bondage ropes and restraints that you both might like to take a look at.”

“Ooh, yes please!” Lexi was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet with excitement. “Can we, can we, can we?” she pleaded with me, wringing my hand up and down like a kid who had just spotted their favourite icecream flavour in the window.

“Lead the way,” I said, grinning. God, she’s cute, I thought. My crazy, kinky little gremlin.

Lexi and Vanessa strode over to a wall that was adorned with ropes, all coiled up neatly in figure-eight bundles. A neighbouring mannequin was artfully bound in an elaborate shibari harness made from hemp rope, its perky plastic breasts jutting out from between the natural fibres.

Now that was something I could picture for myself. I caught myself hoping that Lexi was having similar thoughts of me on my knees in front of her, eagerly feasting between her legs while bound in a chest harness she had lovingly tied just for me.

“Now then,” Vanessa began, “Alex here is a total sex-pert in this field–”

“And don’t you forget it,” Lexi interjected, striking a playful pose as she said it.

“Of course not. Monique, would it be safe to say you’re more of a bondage beginner?”

“Yeah, definitely a beginner,” I agreed. “What should I consider when buying bondage ropes?”

“That depends. Will you be using them for shibari like our lovely model here–” Vanessa gestured to the bound mannequin, “–or as bondage restraints during play?”

Lexi was eyeing me with interest, awaiting my answer.

“Um…both?” I said uncertainly.

Vanessa thought for a moment. “In that case, you’ll probably be better off with multiple short lengths of rope rather than one long length. They’re useful for simpler ties around the wrists and ankles, or as partial body harnesses, which is a good place for a beginner to start. It’ll let you get the feel for whether you like being tied up at all without committing to something bigger than you’re ready for.”

“Sounds good,” I said. Lexi nodded her approval as well.

“Next is material,” Vanessa continued. “Hemp rope is the best choice for both beginners and advanced users since it’s made from natural fibres with a slightly rougher texture called ‘tooth’, meaning it hold knots very well and will tighten them with its own friction.” She handed me a small, looped coil for me to feel. It felt strong and grippy, yet also comfortable against my skin, despite its rough, natural texture. “It’s also got very little stretch in it so it won’t deform under tension or pull knots tighter than you want them through tension alone.”

“That’s very important if you’re ever in suspended bondage,” Lexi chimed in. “Like, hanging from the ceiling or something.”

Oh my God. Is that what those random hooks in her bedroom ceiling were for? I’d always thought they were for hanging plants that she just hadn’t gotten around to yet.

I could sense myself becoming lost in daydreams of being suspended from the ceiling, helplessly bound in mid-air while Lexi stood behind me and took me with our favourite strap. I quickly distracted myself with the price tag on the hemp rope, though I was just as flustered by the number staring at me from the little card. My face must have advertised my shock as Vanessa smoothly added, “Hemp is the premium material choice, and it’s completely understandable if you don’t want to invest that much as a beginner, especially if you don’t know if you like it yet. How do you feel about this instead?”

She placed a jet-black bundle of rope in my hands. It was much smoother than the hemp rope, almost like silk. I imagined this would feel very luxurious against my skin.

“This is synthetic nylon, and as you can see, it’s very smooth and flexible, giving it a bit of a slippery quality. Unless you know special knot-tying techniques, it won’t hold knots as well as natural fibres will, but it takes a lot of tension and pressure to cause rope burn, which is great for keeping beginners comfortable,” Vanessa stated. She picked up the ends of the rope, which were adorned with dangling tassels. “Plus, you’ll always be able to find the ends with these so your partner can easily undo the knots and release you.”

“I do also have bondage safety scissors at home, just in case,” Lexi said reassuringly to me. She really did think of everything, this girl.

I inspected the price tag on the nylon rope. It was much more affordable, and I couldn’t deny that the weight of the rope felt oddly comforting in my hand, enhanced by its luxurious silkiness.

“Another thing to consider when buying bondage ropes is the thickness,” Vanessa went on. “The one in your hand is 6 millimetres thick, which is the most common thickness for Shibari since it balances functionality and comfort. It’s great for ground ties and safe for suspension work too since it distributes pressure evenly, making it a good all-rounder for beginners and advanced users alike!”

She paused to gesture at different thicknesses of rope behind her on the wall.

“We also have thinner ropes for detailed, decorative work, or ties involving the fingers, toes, or face. We don’t recommend them for larger areas of the body though, there’s a risk of cutting off circulation and nerve damage, and they can also be just plain uncomfortable. The thicker ones are best for suspension as they offer more support and comfort, and are more durable. However, the additional bulk makes knot-tying less precise and more awkward, and you need strong hands to work with rope that thick, otherwise you’ll be huffing and puffing just trying to pull the rope through itself.”

In the end, I ended up buying 3 different lengths of the 6mm thick nylon rope (a 6ft, 10ft, and 30ft length), all in a deep red colour that I thought would suit my pale complexion nicely. Lexi scooped up the points from the purchase on her loyalty card and we strolled back to the car, both silently brainstorming all the salacious ways we could put our new rope to good use…

“Another fun addition to your collection. Not bad for a first-timer, right?” I said as we pulled into my driveway.

“Well actually…I was thinking this could be the start of a little collection for you,” Lexi replied coyly, playing with a long lock of her curly hair, twisting the strawberry blonde ringlet around her index finger over and over. She turned in her seat to face me. “I already have so many bondage toys at my place, and I was thinking these could be just for you, your own special ropes that you picked out for yourself. We can keep them at your place so we can always play, no matter if we're at mine or yours.”

I'd never thought about owning my own fetish sex toys, but even though I wasn't sure I could ever amass an assortment as large as Lexi's, I liked the idea of these being my own personal bondage ropes that lived with me at my place.

“Shall we go and christen them in their new home then?”

“Great minds, hon.”

Once inside, we ate lunch and showered as we weren't planning to go back outside for the rest of the day. We did our usual routine of making out under the steady stream of warm water, hands roaming everywhere under the guise of soaping each other up, bodies pressed closely together (and only partly because my shower was a bit cramped otherwise). We dried off and flopped on top of my bed together, still naked, relishing the feeling of my cool sheets against our bare skin. A sliver of afternoon sunlight peeked through the centre gap in the curtains, slicing a golden stripe across my beautiful girlfriend's soft body as she lay on her back. Normally I hated that gap, but today I was glad for it; she looked so radiant, yet so relaxed at the same time.

“You ready, Monique?”

I smiled at Lexi. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

She smiled back. “Good. Come kneel on this edge of the bed and sit back on your feet, please.” She sat up and patted the side of the bed she wanted me on, tossing her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she fetched the ropes. I rolled over to the edge of the bed and assumed the kneeling position she had requested. Lexi returned with the 30-foot rope, which shimmered like a scarlet serpent in her hands. I felt a thrill tingling my core awake.

“Good girl,” she cooed, noting my readiness. “Feel free to use the safeword any time. I want your first Shibari experience to be one you’ll remember for all the right reasons, okay?”

I nodded.

“Good. Now then, I’m going to start you off with a star harness, which I think you’ll like very much. It’s a super pretty inverted pentagram kind of design, but it’s not that hard to tie, and I’ll be doing the chest-only version that will still let you move your arms and hands completely freely. How does that sound?”

“Sounds like I’m in good hands.”

“Mmm, that you are, pet,” Lexi affirmed, giving me a tender kiss on the forehead before beginning. She folded the rope in half, laying it above my chest and wrapping the looped end behind my back to pull the two tails through the loop, then back in the opposite direction. I could feel the tassels lightly tickling my skin as Lexi weaved the rope this way and that. Her fingers moved incredibly swiftly, it was hard to keep up with all her motions, and with each pull on the rope, I could feel how strong her hands were as she wove the rope tighter around me. The tension was surprisingly comfortable, not at all like being crushed or choked as I had once worried, and I found myself relaxing as the thick, silky rope snaked its way around my ribs, over my shoulders, between my breasts. Was it normal to feel relaxed while being tied up?

“How you doing, hon?” Lexi asked as she strung the rope around my back again.

“It’s gonna sound silly…” I said hesitantly.

Lexi stopped, tucking the rope into itself to keep it still so she could place both her hands on the sides of my face while she looked into my eyes. “Nothing you say will be silly, Monique. If you’re nervous or don’t like this, we can stop. You just say the word.”

“No no, it’s nothing like that!” I blurted out in a rush, not wanting her to think I was uncomfortable when I was having the time of my life. “I’m actually really enjoying this, it’s just…I don’t know how to say this.” I struggled with the words for a bit longer before giving in. “It’s like getting a super-sexy hug. Doesn’t that sound a bit…y’know…”

Lexi’s face softened and she laughed. “Okay, that’s adorable. You’re adorable. Did you know that?”

I blushed. “Hush, you. Just keep tying me up, I wanna see what the finished product looks like!”

“Patience, my pet,” Lexi soothed me, untucking the rope ends and resuming her tie. “You’ll be all trussed up like the nasty little demon you are in no time.” She gave me another playful peck on the cheek.

Just a few minutes later, she locked off the last bit of rope and was done. She stood back to admire her handiwork, and I couldn’t help but feel oh-so-sexy, despite how vulnerable I was.

“Squeeze your tits together for me?”

Cupping a breast in each hand, I did so. She bit her lower lip in response and groaned. “God, you’re hot,” she said, and I blushed again. “Wanna turn around and see?”

There was a mirror on the other side of the bed that Lexi had been checking her tie in from behind me. I pivoted on my knees and caught sight of myself, looking like me, but with a sleek, red pentagram gleaming against my chest. The rope was framing my C-cup boobs quite nicely, and they were just perky enough that you could see most of the rope running underneath my chest. I crawled across the bed towards the mirror to get a closer look and heard Lexi moan even louder than before behind me; I’d forgotten I was naked, so she must have been getting a full eyeful of my plump ass swaying in front of her.

I craned my neck around to face her. “Whoops,” I said suggestively, placing a finger between my teeth as I smiled back at her for full effect.

“Haha, cheeky today, aren’t we?”

“I’ve got a whole new look, I’m feeling pretty confident about my chances with this total babe I’ve been crushing on for a while. What do you think?”

“I think this total babe of yours is the luckiest girl in the world.” Lexi walked around the bed to take my hand, getting me to stand in front of the wall mirror so I could see my whole body.

“Quite the view,” Lexi said approvingly. I was speechless as I took it all in. She interlaced her fingers together around my waist underneath all the rope so I could feel every inch of the skin on her arms and hands across my belly and back. With the chest harness snug around my breasts, it felt like a full-torso hug. I’d never felt so loved.

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