He loosened his collar where his silk maroon tie had been just minutes earlier. He felt he needed to loosen just a little, he pushed back on the slight excitement, regaining control quickly. Then pushed his arm out from his suit just enough to lift his watch up to his eyes. He glanced, five minutes, five more to go. He looked calmly down at her, naked and prone, forearms and feet bound with patterned entwined knots where she lay, spread out on her back, blindfolded. His silk tie warmly covering her eyes. She could just smell him on the tie. He would not speak to her, no matter what she said, only if she uttered her safe word would he quickly release her, or until the ten minutes were up. He knew he had to break through to her gently, for she was an intelligent woman. He had noticed her before, seemingly aloof and uninterested, but really, she was just defensive, some would say shy. But really she had a need, a hunger. He knew she was fighting to break free through her barrier. He felt she wanted help to push through her barriers, to go deeper, deeper into her secrets… the pain that was quietly simmering there. He saw it. He knew her struggle with letting go and yet feeling comfortable being restrained, hence the ropes and bondage she expressed her desire for, physically restraining her, comforting her. Her classy background was her restraint that was holding back her innermost desires, and it had started to show.
He pulled out his camera, an old Yashica B 6×6 loaded with grainy black and white film. She was worth the effort. The impermanence of digital would loose this moment. Her would print a perfect picture, for them only, a trophy perhaps, not to be shared with the world. There were other moments to share her with the world, later when she is ready. His focus were the geometric shapes of the tight bindings up to her elbows and knees. He enjoyed watching through the lens, the dust floating in the thin beam of light cutting in through the window marking a line across her skin.
While she was first blindfolded and tied down, he made sure she could hear the curtains being pulled back. She could hear the footsteps on the street outside. He needed her to feel the humiliation, he was strengthening her, he knew he could release her from it in a moment. It was the perfect place he found. Yes, he looked around and was pleased with the venue. Pleased by her quiet, accepting but nervous response. He could see her heart beating under her breast, pulsing sensuously under her curves, bringing his eyes over her nipples. Slight beads of shaky sweat on her forehead. She was wandering who could see her, naked there.
Nearly ten minutes, he noted as he glanced at his watch. Enough for their first excursion. He gently untied the blindfold from her, smiling as he did. He replaced the tie around his neck, slowly, enjoying her vulnerability. She looked over at the window, saw the curtains had been pulled back but the window was covered by a black plastic sheet, used in old darkrooms to make pure darkness, with only a sliver parted, not enough for passers by to see into. A wave of relief flooded over her as she realised she had not been so humiliated as she had been thinking, but still very bashful by the experience and the expectation. She smiled coyly at him, realising he was just preparing her, gently, safely. He knew her well, he read all her writings, her dreams, fantasies and desires. She knew she would have permission to explore them all, without judgement.
He slowly, gently started untying her, he understood the metaphor, he was gently untying her psychologically too. She was almost hypnotised by his careful caresses around the knots, feeling her inhibitions starting to slide. He picked her up gently but powerfully, carrying her slowly to the sofa with her arms around him. “Thank you Sir”, she said playfully. Quietly he replied by sliding up her panties and helping getting her dressed,”I’m glad you could trust me in this session, slowly I’ll open you to your innermost desires. I’ll challenge you if you allow me.” He then offered to place the Black Velvet Choker Bow gently around her neck. If she accepted it then this was his mark, it meant she was his pupil, it would be a reminder wherever she went, whatever she did. No one else would have her mind, whatever she was doing it would be for him. If she was on her own, taking photos or carrying out a task for him, even in an intimate moment with another person, as long as she was wearing the choker she was still his, doing as he pleased with his permission. “The next session we’ll start exploring one of your five senses. Will you accept my Black Velvet Choker?”, he said as he held it up ready to place around her neck.
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