The Empty Nest(closed)

[DarkWarrioress]

Today, work was being a pain in her ass. Nothing seemed to be going right. Her clients were being super demanding, selfishly so. Did not one of them realize she had more than one client to serve? GAAAAH! By lunch, she was ready to pull her hair out. Sitting at a local roadside café, Cara leaned back in her chair and tried to relax. She still had a half day left and it was only Monday. At this rate, she wasn’t sure how she was going to make it through the rest of the week and maintain her sanity. The waiter brought her sandwich and she thanked him with a smile. Her phone chimed and glancing at it, it was another of her clients wanting her time. Well, they would just have to wait. Halfway through her lunch her phone chimed again. Tempted not to pick it up and read the text, she couldn’t do that. At least she’d know what she was in for when she went back to work.

"Date night Friday?"

It was Bill and those three little words made her smile and her heart skip a beat. Her curiosity was poked. There was nothing else to the text, just that small question. She quickly typed back….

“Would love to.”

For the rest of her lunch hour she wondered what he had in mind for Friday night. A soft smile played along her lips as she finished up lunch and headed back to work. What made her curiosity rage was that Bill was so different these days, they could be doing almost anything. For now, they connected through sex but that was slowly evolving as well. They were finding other things to connect over as well. Even when their opinions didn’t mesh, that was okay. It kept their relationship from becoming boring again. They had lively conversations and even debates over topics, however for the most part, they saw eye to eye on many things. They thought alike on many things. It was like…… not relearning Bill but more of discovering who he had become.

The phone on her desk made a soft click as she replaced it in its cradle. Cara packed up her stuff and headed out of the office. Time to go home to her husband.

 

[cnuveau]

Throughout the rest of the week Bill played coy and deflected as best he could Cara's occasional questions trying to figure out what he'd had planned. He wanted it to be a surprise as much as possible but it was becoming difficult to keep the entire plan secret so he finally relented and gave her little bits here and there.

By the time Friday came around she was well aware that the evening entailed Impulse and when she asked wondering what she should wear he hinted at something loose and flowy. He knew she had a few things in the closet that fit the bill. He'd hope that she was comfortable enough so that what she wore wouldn't matter but if modesty became a concern for her, something that flowed and fell away from her body in certain positions seemed to fit what he was picturing in his mind.

The whole thing had become somewhat of a game to him in his mind because the more hints he dropped the more likely it was that she'd have put it all together and knew what he had planned. There just seemed to be some excitement he was getting from the idea of it being a surprise that he wanted to hold onto for as long as possible. He knew she was having a shit week and that only made him feel more pressure to make it something special for her.

When she arrived home on Friday he met her at the door and gave her a kiss. "You're not too tired for this are you? We can stay home if you'd like." he said, hoping she wouldn't choose to but also wanting to guage he level of enthusiasm for the evening.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

About mid-week Cara got a phone call from Marsha.

“Cara, let’s go do something after work.”

“What do you have in mind?”

Cara asked half-absentmindedly while shuffling through some papers on her desk.

“Oh, just a little retail therapy. I need some new lingerie and you could use a change of scenery.”

Well, Marsha wasn’t wrong. Anything outside of this office would be a blessing.

“How about we meet up at TJ’s say, about 4:30?”

“Sounds good to me. See you then, Cara.”

“Yep. Bye Marsha.”

After hanging up with Marsha, Cara called Bill and let him know she would be home later as she was going out with Marsha for a while.

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“Sorry I’m a little late Marsha, work is being a little bitch this week. So, where are we headed exactly?”

Just then the bartender brought Cara her favorite drink. Marsha knew exactly what she needed. Over drinks they bitched about their work place and plans for the weekend, although Cara said very little. She had wheedled out of Bill that they were going to Impulse but nothing else. She got butterflies in her stomach just thinking about it.

After a drink, Marsha tugged Cara to a nearby boutique that catered in lingerie. As they were going going through the racks, Marsha held up an outfit.

“Cara, try this on. It’s you. Really.”

Cara eyed the lingerie, doubt flooding her eyes.

“I don’t know, Marsha…. I’ve never worn anything like that in my life.”

“Well, now’s a good time to start. Here.”

Marsha shoved the undergarments into Cara’s hands and pushed her toward an empty dressing room.

“Well?!”

Marsha was standing right outside of her dressing room door.

“I can’t. I just can’t, Marsha.”

“Let me see,” Marsha pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Cara was standing in front of the full-length mirror, turning this way and that.

“What’s wrong with it, Cara? You look fantastic and hot as hell.”

“It’s---it’s something a younger woman should wear.”

Cara managed to stammer out, her cheeks turning a slight red.

“Who says? You got the body for it. You should buy it. For Bill.”

Bill. What would he think? That she looked slutty? Or sexy? Cara was still filled with indecision as she got dressed and met Marsha outside of the dressing rooms. Marsha nudged her.

“So, you’re going to buy it, right?

Cara had a slight sheepish grin on her lips as she looked at her friend.

“Yeah, I suppose I am.”

Both women laughed and went arm in arm to pay for their decided purchases.

Friday thankfully came around and Cara was definitely ready to go on this date with Bill. He met her at the front door with a kiss.

"You're not too tired for this are you? We can stay home if you'd like."

“No. Oh definitely not,” Cara kissed him back enthusiastically, “we’re going out like you promised me. After the week I’ve had, I’m so ready to get out and do something.”

 

[cnuveau]

Cara was home early enough to have some time to decompress then take her time to get ready before they had to leave for dinner. When they were both ready Bill drove them to a sushi place near Impulse as another hint. He was nervous so something light made sense also.

“I thought Japanese would fit in to the theme of the night.” He said as they took their seat.

He toyed with waiting until they had gotten there but he didn’t want to completely catch her off guard and he thought she should also have the opportunity to back out in private if she got cold feet.

“I’ve arranged for Shibari expert to meet us at Impulse to help out with the evening. They helped me arrange it if it’s still something you’d like to try.” He said, clasping her hands between his in the center of the table.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Sushi. Perfect. As soon as they were seated Cara started to feel herself unwind. Bill knew her so well.

“I thought Japanese would fit into the theme of the night.”

“Oh? And how’s that?”

Cara’s curiosity was fanned now.

“I’ve arranged for Shibari expert to meet us at Impulse to help out with the evening. They helped me arrange it if it’s still something you’d like to try.”

“Oh, Bill. Really? You’re willing to do this for me? And hell yes I’d still like to try this.”

Historically, Shibari was used as a form of meditation, relaxation and trust building between two people, so Cara felt this would be something for them to try out. She had seen very erotic pictures of women tied using Shibari and frankly, privately, she wondered if she could actually do it. Then she had read that it was adaptive. It could be changed and adjusted to suit all body types, physical conditions and experience levels. A person did not need to be flexible to enjoy shibari either. In your own mind, a person just needed to know what worked for them or didn’t work for them on any given day. She could do that. Eventually, she and Bill could incorporate it into their personal sex play as well. IF Bill could get into it.

If Bill had engaged a Shibari Master then she was certainly not worried. The only thing that worried her a little is that while she had taken a few classes on the matter, she wasn’t all that sure Bill had. Yet. She couldn’t be sure though. Bill didn’t tell her everything he did or didn’t do. Still, a Shibari Master alleviated the majority of her concern. He would be teaching Bill as the night went along.

“Bill,” she started out, “we will be keeping this simple for this first time, right?”

 

[cnuveau]

Bill was elated that Cara was still interested in giving it a try and seemed enthusiastic about the night. Even with all the research he'd done he still felt way over his head so having a master help him just made sense and she seemed to agree. It interrupted the intimacy of the experience for the two of them but it seemed like a necessary step.

"Yes, I think starting out simple makes a lot of sense. I spoke with Jarrod who'll be working with us and he assured me that we were far from the first beginners he'd worked with and he could tailor the experience however we'd like." He said trying to reassure her.

There was an air of excitement throughout the rest of dinner and Bill had caught himself on more than one occasion checking the time on his phone obsessively making sure they wouldn't be late for the time he'd arranged with Impulse and Jarrod. When it was finally time to go Bill took care of the check then led Cara out to the car.

When they arrived at Impulse Bill checked in with his new membership card, giving Cara a wide grin as he produced it from his wallet and handed it to the hostess. They proceeded down into the auditorium like area and to the section where they'd seen Shibari being practiced the week before and found Jarrod waiting for them in the spot that Bill had reserved.

Bill wasn't quite sure what to expect of Jarrod but it certainly wasn't what he found. His 6 foot muscular body had a deep tan that told of a life spent outdoors. His dark eyes provided a softness to his chiseled facial features that stood out from his dark flowing hair. In just white Hakama pants he certainly stood out in the crowd as he introduced himself to them.

"I'm Jarrod, I'll be the master working with you this evening." he said, taking Cara's hand into his and lifting it to his lips. "If you haven't been to the restroom yet, now might be a good time while Bill and I discuss the basics of what we'll be doing. When you get back, we can discuss your own preferences then get started." His confidence and professionalism immediately put Bill at ease and any nerves he had about the evening seemed to melt away as they spoke.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Cara offered Jarrod a smile and gently disengaged her hand. His lips when they touched the back of her hand, sent a sensual electric shock throughout her body and that response made her just a little shy.

"If you haven't been to the restroom yet, now might be a good time while Bill and I discuss the basics of what we'll be doing. When you get back, we can discuss your own preferences then get started."

She looked from one to the other then smiled again.

“If you’ll gentlemen will excuse me, I think Master Jarrod had a wonderful suggestion. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Turning on her heels, Cara made her way to the bathroom on wobbly legs, her heels clicking all the way there. Once inside the ladies room she quickly ducked into a stall and locked it. Sitting down, she fanned herself.

Get a grip, Cara. Get a grip.

There was just something about Jarrod and though he was good-looking, that wasn’t it. It came from within. There was a serenity to him and in that serenity was strength, confidence and consummate control. Her eyes closed as she imagined his hands on her skin and felt her blood rush. She hurriedly pulled up her clothing and left the stall, washing her hands and running her fingers through her hair before she left the room and headed back to Bill and Master Jarrod.

She saw them before they saw her. Master Jarrod had a coil of cotton rope in his hands and was talking quietly to Bill, who was listening with rapt attention. The soft clicking of her heels as she drew near, caught their attention. As they watched her approach, she got nervous all over again.

“So, what have you two been discussing?”

 

[cnuveau]

"She's a beautiful woman. You're a lucky man." Jarrod noted when Cara walked away and toward the restroom. "So this is a first for both of you?"
"Yeah, it was something she mentioned she was interested in and I wanted to make it happen for her." Bill replied as he leaned against the table set in the middle of the space.

"Good! It's always better when it's her idea and not someone else's. Though Shibari can sometimes be about sex I don't recommend that for her first time. I'd like for her experience tonight to be entirely about the experience itself. It's going to be enough without adding that extra element to it. Are you ok with that?"

Bill nodded. "Yes, understand." He had to admit, he felt a measure of disappointment even though he understood what Jarrod meant. His thoughts had been consumed with the idea of what it would be like to have her tied in some of the ways he'd seen when he was learning about it and taking her.

"Good. Some of my clients try to make it too much about themselves and it tends to ruin the experience." Jarrod searched Bill's eyes for a moment trying to determine if he was one of those people but he seemed sincere. "Now I'm going to try my best to let you do most things but there will be times when I'm demonstrating a knot or checking that something isn't too tight. This might mean I have to touch her in ways you might not normally be comfortable with. Is this going to be a problem for you?"

Bill thought for a moment. The idea certainly had occurred to him and overall he knew it was part of the process but he was still unsure about it. Sure, he'd enjoyed the thought of Steve taking her against the glass as they watched him with Marsha but being right there seemed different. He was a professional though and it wasn't like he'd be doing anything overtly sexual so he found his way to acceptance and left open the possibility that he might be more than ok with it.

"Yeah, I understand. It won't be a problem." he finally said just as Cara emerged from the restroom and rejoined them.

“So, what have you two been discussing?” she asked as she approached.

"Would you be surprised if I told you we were talking about tying you up?" Jarrod said as he let his eyes travel down her body. "Seriously though. We were just going over a few things and setting some expectations. Tonight I'd like to start you off kind of easy. Not knowing your flexibility I don't want to put you into a position that's too uncomfortable. That's something you can experiment with as you go. If you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them. Otherwise, I'd like to suggest that Bill do the honors of getting you undressed and on the table."

Bill had wondered how exposed Cara would want to be but they never got around to that topic at dinner. As he circled around behind her he grasped the zipper of her dress then leaned into her ear.

"Am I taking it all off?" he asked as he whispered into her ear.

When Steve and Marsha arrived they saw Bill can Cara as they were making their way to their table.

"Oh wow! She's going to go through with it!" Marsha said excitedly as she took her seat.

"Yeah, I thought there was a chance she'd get cold feet. This should be fun." Steve said, slipping into the chair next to her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"Would you be surprised if I told you we were talking about tying you up?" Jarrod said as he let his eyes travel down her body. "Seriously though. We were just going over a few things and setting some expectations. Tonight I'd like to start you off kind of easy. Not knowing your flexibility I don't want to put you into a position that's too uncomfortable. That's something you can experiment with as you go. If you have any questions I'd be happy to answer them. Otherwise, I'd like to suggest that Bill do the honors of getting you undressed and on the table."

“Before we get started….Master Jarrod, you said something before I left for the ladies' room about my own preferences, correct?”

Looking at Jarrod directly she saw him dip his head in acknowledgement.

“I realize that we’re new to this and tonight I expect the basics. My goal is to be able to do what they’re doing…”

She pointed toward a couple of women who were engaging in shibari and were hanging, suspended in the air.

“I am hoping to eventually meditate and relax. Some basic ties that we can incorporate in the bedroom would be welcome as well.”

While she was speaking, Bill moved behind her.

"Am I taking it all off?" he asked as he whispered into her ear.

Cara smiled and shook her head.

“Not tonight,” she whispered back.

She lifted her hair from the back of her neck and tied it on top of her head, exposing the long zipper to her dress. She was a bit nervous because shortly Bill would see her new undergarments. She felt him gently tug down the zipper then gently brush her dress from her shoulders. As it fell to the floor, she felt rather than actually saw Master Jarrod dip down to retrieve her dress. As he waited for her to step free of it, she placed one hand on his shoulder to help balance herself as she lifted first one foot then the other.

“Heels too?”

Jarrod stood up and looked into her eyes.

“That might be best.”

As she started to lean down to unbuckle them, Jarrod stopped her.

“Allow me,” he said gently.

Crouching down, he unbuckled one heel at a time and waited for her to step free from each one. His touch on her ankle made not only her skin tingle but started a fire in her blood as well. Dear heavens she had only just met the man. He was charismatic without doubt. Cara was sure that there were many women that showed their interest in him. Standing once again, Jarrod had her heels dangling from a fingertip and her dress thrown over one arm. These he took and placed upon a surface nearby. When he came back he held a some cotton rope in his hand.

“Bill, if you would help Cara up on the table.”

That was the easy part. Jarrod handed Bill the rope and had him start to unwind it as he explained the history behind Shibari. Both of them listened with rapt attention. Then Jarrod looked from one to the other.

“Shall we begin?”

When both Bill and herself gave the affirmative, Cara laid back and listened. Jarrod gently took Cara’s right wrist and expertly tied slowly to her right thigh. The rope was firm but not too tight. Jarrod continued to teach.

“Is that too tight for you, Cara?”

“No, it’s fine.”

He looked to Bill, who was standing right at his side.

“You should always be in communication with your partner. Also did you see how I tied that knot? Now we’ll go to the other side and you’ll tie her left side. Bring the rope across her back… yes, just like that and tie it off like I did on her right side. You’ll notice that the tautness on the rope that you create, Bill will gently but firmly pull her thighs apart as well as bind her. From here you can imagine all kinds of things you can do to Cara.”

In the meantime, Cara’s mouth went dry as her imagination took over. She barely heard Jarrod as he spoke quietly with Bill. Her imagination was thinking of how Jarrod would handle her using the rope. To be fair, she also thought of Bill. Of late, he had been getting a kick (and so did she) out of being dominant. Shibari was only going to accentuate that masterful feeling, she was sure. It made her squirm on the table just to think about it. She was brought back to the present as she felt Jarrod tug a little on the rope behind her back.

 

[cnuveau]

When Bill slipped Cara’s dress over her shoulders then lowered it to the floor his breath caught at the sight of her new lingerie.

“Gorgeous.” He whispered in her ear as Jarrod crouched down to remove her heels.

Though she didn’t exactly where granny panties she’d toned down the sexiness over time and he couldn’t remember the last time she’d worn something so sexy. She looked incredible.

Bill helped her onto the table and watched as Jarrod tied her right wrist to her thigh taking mental notes of what he was going. Jarrod turned the rope over to Bill who did the same on her left side leaving Cara’s back arched with her wrists bound at her thighs.

“Now you’ll want to be careful with the arch of the back.” Jarrod said tracing a finger down Cara’s spine as he spoke. “Just a subtle arch is what you’re looking for so it’s not too uncomfortable.”

“I see.” Bill said taking in the sight of Cara as his cock strained against his slacks.

“What we don’t want is any one joint group doing too much work. Over time, this position will cause some shoulder pain so we’re going to give her some additional support now.” Jarrod said as he slid the rope beneath her waist, looping it around her twice.

“What I’m going to show you now is a seat harness. You’ll be using this a lot so pay close attention.” He said looking over at Bill making sure he was watching.

“With the rope around her waist you’ll want to knot it like this at her hip bone.” He narrated as he worked. “Once tied you want the rope to follow the crease of her thigh then between her legs.”

Jarrod fed the rope between Cara’s leg’s then tied it off on the rope around her waist at her back. Jarrod slipped his fingers beneath the rope then trailed them under it until he reached her crotch.

“That’s about the tightness you want.” He said to Bill before handing him the rope to do the other side.

When Bill was finished Jarrod made some final adjustments of the ropes to make sure they fell clear of anywhere too sensitive and had Bill check in with Cara.

“Now for the top.” Jarrod said moving up the table. I’m going to lift her and what I want is four loops around Cara’s chest. Two above the breast, two below.”

Placing a hand between Cara’s neck and breasts Jarrod lifted her slightly while Bill looped the rope around as instructed and tied it off then checked in with her again.

“Now we connect them up.” Jarrod said as he took the length of rope and halved it. “If you can support her the way I did I’ll show you how we’re doing this.”

Bill circled to the head of the table and lifted Cara’s chest from it. When he did, Jarrod reached beneath then fed the ends of the rope through the loop created by the center after wrapping it around the 4 strands. When he pulled it tight it cased the ropes above and below her breasts to close more tightly account them. Each end of the rope was then brought over her shoulders then tied off at the rope looped at her waist.

“See, you should have equal tension between on all the points to make sure the strain is equally distributed. Is that ok Cara?” He asked as he kneeled in front of the table to make eye contact to see how she was doing.

“Finally, we’re to bind the ankle to the thigh binding.” He said handing Bill the rope. “Do it just like we did the thigh and make sure you aren’t flexing the knee further than it wants to go.”

Bill moved to her legs then wrapped the rope around Cara’s ankle 4 times then bent her leg back to attach it where her wrist was attached. After making sure she was ok, he proceeded to do the other then stepped back to look at what they’d done. It was honesty one of the hottest things he’d ever seen or done.

“God I’d like to fuck you like that.” Bill said as he looked her over.

Jarrod looked over at Bill then gave him a disapproving shake of his head. “Remember, this isn’t about you Bill.” He scolded mildly before kneeling again in front of the table before her.

“How do you feel?” He asked looking deeply into her eyes.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“God I’d like to fuck you like that.”

She could understand Bill. She probably did look very appealing to him at the moment, but before she could say something, Jarrod stepped in to admonish him. Right then and there she appreciated Jarrod’s understanding.

“How do you feel?”

Her eyes found his and she smiled slightly.

“A bit awkward, but I’m good. I’m pretty flexible.”

Actually, it felt amazing, aside from the slightest strain she felt at having never had her body put through something like this. She twitched a little and felt herself snugly tied up. She wished Bill could take a picture of this so she could see what she looked like, but it was against club rules. Understandable. Maybe next time they could get a full-length mirror so she could see what she looked like. She’d have to ask after the session.

In the meantime, watching all this with rapt attention were Steve and Marsha.

“God I’d like to fuck her like that,” Steve whispered to his wife.

Marsha turned to look at him with humor.

“What am I? Chopped liver?”

Steve kissed her ear, hugged her close, whispering…

“Naw baby, you’re pate.”

“Humph.”

No matter the response, Marsha was not even offended. Ever since their first night at the club, she knew that Steve had a thing for Cara. As per their agreement, Steve told Marsha everything that had happened that night. Besides, Marsha had enjoyed not only tying Bill down but sucking him off too. Marsha thought Bill had a nice cock. She hoped at some point that she’d get to experience riding that cock in her pussy and any other place else Bill might want. She gave Steve a nudge in his side. He pulled his eyes away from Bill and Cara.

“Let’s go find some action ourselves.”

“You got it, babe.”

Steve stood up and offered Marsha his hand to help her stand before they each went off in their own direction to find some action. Steve wandered over to join Jarrod and Bill.

“Evening, folks. Cara, you look like you’re enjoying yourself.”

While Cara recognized his voice, she chose to be in her moment, closing her eyes and relaxing, not only her body but her mind. Like she had told Bill before, it had been a week from Hell. She let the men’s voices fade from her mind and sought inner peace.

 

[cnuveau]

"Why don't we give her a little time to herself." Jarrod said, ushering the men a little further away so their conversation didn't disturb her.

"Oh yeah, right." Bill said quietly before stepping back towards the tables with Steve.

"That's fucking hot! I bet you had all sorts of thoughts going through your mind when you were tying her up. I know I did." Steve said when they were out of earshot from Cara.

"Yeah, kind of hard not to." Bill admitted glancing back over at her on the table. "Not sure how long we leave her like that."

"I've seen people up there for hours like that. It's some kind of meditation thing." Steve said glancing over at her. "She's probably going to be a while."

Bill called Jarrod over quietly then asked him how long he expected it'd be before they untied her.

"Probably at least 30 minutes I think. I can stay with her if you want to get a drink or whatever." Jarrod said, sensing that Bill wasn't going to be content to just sit around.

"You sure?" Bill questioned.

"Sure, it's what I'm hear for."

"Ok, I'll be back" Bill said before parting with Steve then disappearing toward the bar.

Jarrod walked back up toward the table then leaned against it gently.

"Just relax." he said in soothing tone before walking Cara through a number of calming visualizations meant to center her in the moment and free her mind.

As he spoke he brushed his fingers lightly across her skin, running down her back then over her arms. He could see the goosebumps form on her skin as his fingers passed. His calming voice was thick with sensuality as he guided her on her mental tour meant to send her further and further into relaxation.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

As much as Cara enjoyed being with Steve and Marsha, this was not one of those. She was starting to feel irritable when Jarrod mentioned about giving her some time to herself. She must remember to thank him when this was over.

Cara’s arms, legs and back were starting to feel the strain of being held in one position but it wasn’t so painful she would ask to be set free. Instead, she willed her body to relax and she mentally turned into the discomfort, learning to be one with it. The more she lay there, the more relaxed she became. Jarrod’s voice came to her as if through a haze. She turned her ear to listen as he began speaking to her quietly. She felt his fingers on her skin, running down her back and over her arms. Goosebumps rose on her skin in response. His voice was hushed and low. Hypnotic. There was something sensual yet tranquil about his voice, eventually, that faded from her mind as well. She felt like she was floating. Jarrod's fingers on her skin kept her grounded.

Marsha walked up to the guys putting a hand on each of their shoulders. She was grinning and looking incredibly sexy.

"Why, hello gents. Care to buy a girl a drink?"

She glanced over to where Cara lay, bound like a Thanksgiving turkey.

"How's Cara doing?"

 

[cnuveau]

Jarrod fell silent sensing she had made it to the place he was trying to take her. His eyes traveled over her body taking in every sensual curve as she lay there bound.

"Would be happy to. I think she's doing ok. She's meditating" he said adding air quotes and rolling his eyes as he said meditating. He didn't quite understand the draw of the meditative aspects of what she was doing but as long as it made her happy he was going to support it.

"You guys go ahead. I'm going to see what trouble I can get into." Steve said before wandering over to some of the other rooms.

Bill led Marsha to the bar then leaned against it as he waited for the bartender to make his way over to them.

"I really enjoyed playing with you last weekend. I hope we'll be able to do it again sometime." Marsha said as she leaned into him brushing her body against his.

"I think I'd like that a lot." Bill replied as he wrapped his arm around her waist, letting his hand fall to her ass. "What were you thinking?"

"Hmm, definitely going to need more time for what I'm thinking." Marsha said, giving him a wicked smile as she ran her hand up his thigh then over the bulge in his slacks.

"I like the way you think." Bill said as he gave her ass a light squeeze.

"You have my number. Text me sometime and we can see what we can arrange." Marsha said just as the bartender arrived.

The ordered their drinks then flirted a little more as they loitered by the bar for a few more minutes.

"I should probably get back." Bill said thinking if he stayed there much longer he was going to need way longer than the 10 minutes or so that he had left before they needed to release Cara.

"Boo!" Marsha pouted before following him back down to Cara.

When they got there Bill gave Jarrod a questioning look and Jarrod waved him up.

"I think that's probably enough for tonight." Jarrod said in his same soothing voice letting Cara know it was time to untie her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"I think that's probably enough for tonight."

Cara hardly registered Jarrod’s voice but she did feel the slight tug on the ropes. It must be time. Her mind came back to the present slowly, as if finding her way through a fog. She waited patiently for Bill and Jarrod to get her untied.

“Easy does it,” Jarrod soothed as his hand massaged her shoulder.

Bill took the hint and did the same for Cara’s other side. As the two men continued to untie Cara, she head Marsha’s voice.

“Cara, how was it? Seems kind of painful to me.”

Cara’s eyes popped open.

“Marsha? Hey. It was great. I can’t really explain it, but I feel good actually.”

Bill helped his wife sit up on the table.

“How did I do, Master Jarrod?”

Cara’s eyes sought his. Jarrod gave a Japanese style bow.

“A good beginning, Cara. If you and Bill need any more lessons, I’d be happy to help.”

Jarrod slipped Cara his card. She tucked it into her bra and watched him walk away.

“Hey, you two up for more fun tonight?”

Marsha’s voice was hopeful but Cara shook her head and yawned.

“Not tonight, no. I think I’m ready to go home if you don’t mind, Bill?”

Cara watched silently as a look passed between her husband and Marsha but thought nothing of it. Bill wouldn’t cheat on her and they had already promised each other not to do anything with someone else unless they were both present. She trusted in that.

​

A week later while sorting laundry, Cara found Jarrod’s card. She turned it over and over with her fingers. There was so much more she wanted to know and experience with the art of Shibari. Thoughtfully, she tucked the card in the hip pocket of her jeans and finished up the sorting of the laundry. Later that afternoon, since it was her day off and she had nothing else to do, she pulled the card from her pocket and punched the number into her phone.

“Master Jarrod? This is Cara. My husband and I booked you about a week ago for a lesson in Shibari. I was wondering if you had some time for another lesson.”

 

[cnuveau]

When Marsha mentioned extending the evening Bill looked over at Cara hopefully but was disappointed when she said she’d had enough for the evening. It was a letdown to be sure. After flirting with Marsha he was eager to see what else she might have in mind but he’d planned this night for Cara and if she wanted to go home, that was what they were going to do. Bill flashed a Marsha a disappointed look the led Cara out to the car.

The entire ride home Bill was tempted to tell Cara about the exchange at the bar but couldn’t bring himself to do it. The whole concept was new to him and he still didn’t have a handle on what was and wasn’t acceptable. Cara was clearly fine with Marsha rubbing him through his slacks in front of her but was it not ok when she wasn’t around? Even if it had been discussed, it walked close enough to the line of what they agreed to that he decided to keep it to himself and not risk spoiling Cara’s night with it.

As the week wore on he thought several times about telling Cara what happened but it seemed the more time had passed the more he felt like he was keeping a secret. It wasn’t something he was comfortable doing but he also didn’t want to risk everything they’d accomplished by inadvertently trespassing on their agreement. By the end of the week he decided it was best just to put the whole thing out of his mind and pretend it didn’t happen.

​

Jarrod was just finishing a workout in his warehouse apartment when his phone rang. The ringtone echoed through off the exposed brick the lined the walls and up into the heights of the exposed wood beams that had drawn him to the space.

Picking up the phone he listened as Cara introduced herself and reminded him of who she was.

“Of course I remember. Don’t think I’d forget about someone like you.” He said remembering every seductive line of her body and how seriously she seemed to take Shibari.

“I had a client canceled on me for the afternoon if you’d like to do that today. Otherwise, I’m sure I can find a place for you in my schedule somewhere. I wonder though, if you wouldn’t benefit from less distractions. I usually work out of my home studio and find it a much better experience than Impulse. If that’s acceptable, you could come by here.” He said glancing over at the rigging already attached to the exposed wood beams.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“I had a client cancel on me for the afternoon if you’d like to do that today. Otherwise, I’m sure I can find a place for you in my schedule somewhere. I wonder though, if you wouldn’t benefit from less distractions. I usually work out of my home studio and find it a much better experience than Impulse. If that’s acceptable, you could come by here.”

“Today? Ummm.....”

Cara thought quickly. She had been hoping to talk to Bill first, but her need to learn and experience drove her.

“Yes. Yes, thank you, Master Jarrod. If I can get the address, please?”

When Cara hung up the phone, her heart was going so fast she put a hand over her chest and breathed deeply. If she was honest with herself, she knew it was Jarrod who was making her feel this way. Rushing to her room, she threw open the closet, trying to decide what to wear. She chose a simple pair of cotton pants with a flowing top. She slipped her feet into sandals and after leaving a note for Bill that she would be out and probably late coming home, she headed to her car and asked Google to map the address Jarrod had given her.

Parking her car in his driveway, she paused to look at the exterior of his house. It looked huge. Taking a deep breath, she moved toward his front door and knocked.

 

[cnuveau]

Jarrod hung up the phone and smiled to himself. He’d actually been looking forward to the afternoon to himself but Cara had made an impression on him and he was looking forward to working with her again.

Going into the bathroom he jumped in the shower to clean up from his workout. After drying off he put on the standard outfit he wore when he worked with all his clients.

The knock at the door pulled his attention from the rope he was coiling and tying off. Placing the rope down onto the table, me made his way to the door and answered it.

“Cara. Good to see you again. I’m looking forward to working with you again.” He said, greeting her warmly before leading her into his studio.

in the center of the studio there was a table similar to the one they’d used at Impulse. Several ropes, attached to pulleys on the ceiling beams, were tied off onto a large hook on the wall. On the far wall was a Saint Andrew’s Cross that stood next to a board holding a number of different types of bindings and restraints.

“So you’d mentioned last time that you were interested in working your way up to suspension. Is that a goal for today or would you like to focus on something else?” He asked as his eyes inadvertently drifted down her body then back to hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

“So you’d mentioned last time that you were interested in working your way up to suspension. Is that a goal for today or would you like to focus on something else?”

Cara felt his eyes move down her body and back up to meet her own. She would have loved to say that her focus was on something else, but she had made a promise to Bill. It was a reasonable request back when they made it, a little harder to keep it with Jarrod standing in front of her without a shirt on. She broke their eye contact by looking up and noticing the pulleys and ropes.

“Ahhh…hrm… yes. Yes, the suspension. I do have a request for this session. Can we do it naked? The softness of the ropes on my skin… the knots…”

She swallowed and tore her eyes from the suspension get-up he had going on to meet his eyes again. She felt a little awkward about asking do this session with her naked, but she was almost sure that he had done such sessions before.

 

[cnuveau]

Jarrod gave a subtle nod. "As you wish." he said as he crossed the room towards her and takes her hand, leading her back to the table. "It definitely heightens the experience and I'm sure you'll be much more comfortable for the first time in the privacy of the studio vs. in front of a crowd of onlookers."

He leans Cara against the table. "Allow me to get you undressed." He says as he lowers to a knee and slips one then the other sandal off her feet. "The interaction between the master and the pupil is necessarily intimate so I find doing so helps get you accustomed to my touch."

Rising to his feet Jarrod slips his hands beneath her flowing blouse and places them on his hips. The span of his fingers stretching from the center of her stomach around her waist on either side. Slowly his hands glide upward gathering he blouse as they move. As his hands move to her chest he draws his thumbs in so they just graze the side of her breasts before moving to her raised arms and removing the blouse. He folds it neatly and reaches behind her placing it on the table before finding the clasp of her bra and releasing it. His hands move from the center of her back, slowly pushing the straps off her shoulders as they pass then work seductively down her arms.

Placing her bra on the blouse, Jarrod looks into Cara's eyes as his fingers release the button of her pants then lower the zipper. His eyes remain fixed on hers as he lowers himself to his knees again taking her white cotton pants down as he goes.

She lifts her feet, one after the other to allow him to remove them before his hands glide back up her thighs to her panties. Hooking the straps at the waist, he pulls them past her hips. As she steps out of them Jarrod leans forward bringing his face so close to her sex that she might feel his hot breath washing over it before finally rising again to his feet and neatly folding everything and placing it on a nearby shelf.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

So many things were happening so quickly in her life. She thought she was adjusting pretty well. Even placing the call to Jarrod was something major for her. Now this. Jarrod was the first man besides Bill, who was going to see her naked. She kept trying to think clinically but Jarrod was making that hard. She knew that there had to be many women before her that felt like this around him so it should help keep things dispassionate between them, but there was just something about him that made it hard.

"Allow me to get you undressed."

Cara leaned back against the table and bit back a soft moan when he said that. So much for dispassionate. Still. This could all just be in her mind. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. Her eyes closed as she felt his hands on her skin. Dear god, this was sweet torture, in and of itself. Jarrod was a master at seduction, even if he wasn’t trying. She kept her eyes on him and when she felt his presence a breath away from her sex, she inhaled deeply, trying to find a measure of control. Her fingers gripped the table he rose up with her panties in toll. She wet her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Every nerve in her body seemed to leap alive, registering his presence. Cara kept telling herself to calm down. She was the only one feeling this… this… attraction to her teacher and it had to stop. She was there to learn.

She waited patiently for Jarrod to tell her what he wanted her to do next. The air was cool enough in the room that her bare skin had goosebumps and her nipples had hardened into tight little peaks. Yeah. We’ll blame it on the air conditioning in the room. At least, that’s what she was trying to tell herself. Cara kept telling herself she was an idiot. Here she was, standing in front of well, basically, a stranger, stark naked and very aware of her body. Though she tried to stay fit and eat the right things, she had faint stretch marks from having babies and not everything was as perky as they use to be when she was younger. Not that Jarrod would mind. She was simply another pupil of hers. He had probably seen countless of other women naked before. She kept her eyes on his feet and the floor while she awaited further instruction from him. It was such a new situation for her. She had no concept of what else to do.

 

[cnuveau]

Jarrod normally tried to remain dispassionate as he worked with his clients but there was something about Cara that stirred him in a way that others didn't. Though her body carried some of the hallmarks that come with childbirth and aging, she was still remarkably attractive and he couldn't help but notice as he looked at her.

"Let's have you sit on the table where you are and we can get started." Jarrod said as he retrieved a length of rope then circled around behind where Cara was leaning against the table. Cara pushed herself up and was seated on the edge of the table when he took each of her hands and moved them behind her back.

Starting at her wrists he bound them together then worked his way up her arms slowly weaving a web like pattern between her arms until he reached the top of her arms. Jarrod circled around in front of her taking the remaining rope and wrapped it around her creating a figure 8 pattern that wrapped tightly around her breasts and pulling her upper arms tight to her torso.

"Is that ok?" he asked before receiving a nod from her.

After retrieving another long length of rope Jarrod began wrapping it several times around Cara's upper thigh then tied it off before moving higher and looping it around her waist.

"This should be familiar, we're going to do a similar seat harness to what we did last time." he said in a soothing voice as he began to wrap the rope down the crease of her thigh as he'd done before. With both sides done Jarrod performed a similar wrap on her other thigh completing the work.

Looking into Cara's eyes Jarrod dragged his fingers beneath the rope between her thighs, checking the tightness. His breath quickened as his fingers traveled closer to her sex and he felt temptation that he hadn't felt in quite a while.

"How does that feel?" he asked as he allowed his thumb gently stroke her folds.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

"How does that feel?"

Cara’s eyes closed at his touch and she swallowed. Hard. There was no way she could hide the fact she was wet. All she could do was pray that his thumb didn’t slip between her lower lips.

Say something, Cara. Her mind urged her. Twice she had tried to speak and just couldn’t. On the third try she managed to say something.

“It’s---fine, Master Jarrod.”

She could see that Jarrod was not unmoved either. They were like two moths drawn to the same flame and just may burn together too. She flexed her shoulder blades. It wasn’t uncomfortable. The rope was soft and the various knots lay on her skin, making the latter tingle as the knots rubbed against her when she moved even a little bit. The rope between her thighs made her hyper aware of her own sex. Wanting. Pulsing. It wasn’t that Bill didn’t make her feel like a sexy woman, he did. Whereas Jarrod, for some reason, made her so aware of her own body that she wanted him. Right there. Right now. With a desperation she had never felt before. She wanted to feel his cock slide deeply into her body. Wanted to feel him fuck her until she felt the hot spray of his cum filling her body. That wasn’t all. She wanted him down her throat, sliding across her tongue until he hit the back wall. She wanted to feel and taste his hot cum. Crap on a cracker! She was going insane with desire and they had barely started.

 

[cnuveau]

"Excellent." he said in his even, calming tone as he dragged his finger across her folds one more time then removed it. "Let's put on the finishing touches then."

Jarrod produced 2 D rings from beneath the table then connected one to Cara's seat harness then one between her breasts. Retrieving two ropes from the hook on the wall he walked over to her then attached them to the D rings pulling the one attached to her waist taut while leaving some slack in the one attached to her chest.

Returning to the side of the room he wrapped his hand a number of times around a rope and leaned against it lifting Cara's hips off the table before tying it off on a cleat. Judging the slack on the second rope he tied it off on another cleat then returned.

"Now just lean back." he instructed as he guided her back until her body was horizontal supported by both her hips and her upper body.

Jarrod rolled the table from beneath her then worked quickly, wrapping another rope around her ankles then secured it to the ropes around her thighs. As he gazed between her spread thighs he could see the dampness of her slightly parted lips. Jarrod circled around to her head. Looking into her eyes he traced across her lips then over her cheek.

"How do you feel?" He asked as he looked at her seductively hanging before him. "Is there anything you need?"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

She followed his instructions implicitly.

"How do you feel? Is there anything you need?”

She was feeling…. Confused and if totally honest with herself, horny as hell.

“I’m good…”

As for his second question to her, she wanted to say oh, hell yeah. I want you. The words were just begging to come out, but she just couldn’t say them.

“Um, Master Jarrod? Shibari can be used for sexual purposes as well, can’t it? I mean, something beyond just bondage?”

Cara wasn’t sure exactly what she was asking, but while she knew the rope technique was used for meditative purposes, couldn’t it be combined with a more sexual theme? She was briefly thinking on what Bill said the other night about how much he wanted to fuck her when she was all tied up. However, she wasn’t so sure she wanted to be totally naked in the club and tied up like this and having sex in front of everyone. Maybe in one of their private rooms she could do it. Sudden images of being tied up, hanging from the ceiling while Bill fucked her and maybe Steve fucking her mouth. Cara found herself clenching at the thought. She wasn’t sure if Bill would go for that idea though.