Sleeping with a Friend

Decorative Bondage with "Steven Spielberg"

I was in a rush to get to my clients studio. He was a photographer for an illustration company that took photos for the subculture of bondage. I came very highly recommended, and "Steven" couldn't pass me up. I had helped him with a few layouts that earned him great feedback from the editors for the magazine. The name of the magazine was "Bound and Gagged". I thought it sounded pretty catchy. "Steven" had revealed to me years later, that when he admitted to hiring an actual dominatrix for the job, they signed him to a seven year contract for all of their photo shoots. This kind of bondage was the decorative kind of bondage. Madame Sanguin taught me about. This was intended to have a restrained partner bound or a decorative purpose. I have done this in the past once before. I had a few people bound and tied set up in a clients home to be used as furniture for their guests at a party. It was a porn party, but I never make judgments.

I called him "Steven Spielberg" because he was a genius behind the cameras. Even though he wasn't into all the aspects of b**m scene, he captured the essence of it in his photos. I never knew how he did it. Something in the light or the angle, it would just leave me speechless. He was about five foot seven, with dark eyes and salt and pepper colored hair. He always carried a monocle with him. It wrapped around one of the buttons on his shirt, and hung down from a chain, but he never used it. He was an artist, why would anyone question it?

I hated taking taxi cabs to the places that I had meetings scheduled with clients. They always asked too many damn questions, and half of the time I was too tired to want to drive myself after a long meeting. When the idea of Uber came around, I loved it. I was iffy about hopping into a strangers car and having tem drive me to my destinations, but it was cheaper and quicker to what I had been doing. These cab rides would be at least two to three hundred dollars. And they would make disgusting noises to me while I sat patiently in the backseat. Giving me cat calls, and making s****l remarks about letting them give me a better ride of their own. They always had to comment on my attire as well.

Poppa didn't raise a fool. I always carried a can of mace with me, and I had taken a few years of self defense classes through one of my clients who was a retired officer. He volunteered at the YMCA, and would teach self defense classes on the side. But if I ever found myself in a dark alley with a few assailants on my tail, I could take them down.

"Steven"'s studio was in the middle of Fish-town. Since the hipsters had started moving into the city they had started to reinvent the area to something worth while. No longer did you drive past the house with boarded up windows, deteriorated framing, and dead lawns. Now it was compact apartments with huge windows for the millenials to be on full display for all to see. I hated that. I liked to keep my private life private. I always felt like I was on display for everyone when I was my masked persona. She was the one who was on display, she was the cool, confident, independent person I could never be on my own.

The studio was busier than it usually would be, because today he had a theme in use. His vision was a cross between circus performers and the art of bondage. It was convenient that he only worked at night. I wasn't out of place either. I wore my pin striped corset. It had two belts on wither side of my ribs, and had a deep v neck collar, and pointed tails in the back, it reminded "Steven" of a tuxedo jacket. My tight black mini didn't leave much to the imagination. Everyone was in costme, but the models thought I was just on of them. Only when I started to go through what they considered were props, and tying knots in the ropes did that starte to look at me differently. I looked through the models and had picked a tiny pale skinned young lady. Her light blond hair almost made her look albino, but her blue eyes prevented that. As I took her hand I tried to explain the position that she needed to be in for her and not cause her that much pain, but when she lowered her head I could tell that she was afraid of feeling pain. "You have nothing to fear". I must not have sounded convincing enough for her, because she started to back away from me.

"I want you to give me a word. If any of this gets too uncomfortable for you, I want you to say that word and I will stop". I held the rope in my hands, made a loop in it, as though it were a little noose. She smiled and allowed me to take her hand and let her fingers run over the threads feeling the texture of the rope. I held it as straight and tight as I could in my hands as I watched her fingers run over the top and bottom. Hoping that this would help, she smile and said, "Velvet". The way she said the word had more meaning behind it, and I wanted to keep to velvet. I nodded my head and asked her if she wanted to test it out. She complied, and we began. "Does that hurt?" She shook her head no. I held onto her hand, and looped the rope around, now letting her wrists feel the texture of the rope as I tied it on her. "Does that hurt?" She laughed it off and shook her head no. I held onto her hand, and looped the rope around, now letting her wrists feel the texture of the rope as I tied it on her, "Does that hurt?" She laughed it off and shook her head no. I took both of her wrists and crossed them behind her back. I touched her arms in the process, not wanting to alarm her or hurt her in any way. Her eyes followed me and watched everything I did. I looped the rope around her other wrist before tying them behind her back. "Does this hurt?" I kept my voice calm in hopes that it would be another way I could keep her in a positive state of mind.

I started to move the rope between her legs and around her thighs, I watched as she continued to bite her bottom lip. I had a feeling that in some way she was getting turned on. It just wouldn't have been in my nature if I didn't feed into this. It was obvious that she never thought about being with a woman or having another woman touch her body, but she looked to be enjoying every minute of this. I played with the idea that I would make it look like I changing my mind on where I wanted the rope to go. But, I continued to tie the box tie on her. I wrapped the rope around her chest a few times before looping it around the restraint she already had on her wrists. I tugged on it a little and heard her hiss through her teeth. Yes, this was turning her on. I finished knotting the remainder of the rope. As I turned to her breasts that were now trapped between the ropes that ran across her chest.

I then looped another noose around her waist and cinched it a little tighter. Her eyes widened as I looked into her eyes from behind my mask. "Is it weird if I say that I kinda like this?" She asked. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so I just shook my head no, and continued looping the rope. I had brushed the hair from her neck and she felt my warm breath against her skin. I crossed the rope over the back of her neck and I could see her tense up in front of me. I stood in front of her once again, and my breasts rubbed against hers. I watched as I saw her n*****s begin to stiffen, and she inhaled. I brought the rope down behind the two rows of rope that were already on her chest. My hands grazed her sides and I heard her whisper a little moan. I smiled, but continued to be professional. Still, she never said her word.

"Almost done". She looked back at me after I said that, disappointed. I really could have had this done in a matter of seconds, hell I could do this in my sleep. I glanced over my shoulder and saw "Steven" watching me, along with a few of the other models. He shook his head, and grinned at me. They watched as I looped the rope around her waist, and this time ties a loop around each one of her thighs. I let the rope glide against the panties she had on. I watched as the rope slid right between her p***y lips, and I saw her lean her head back. The loops were not tight against her skin, but she was able to be moved about by merely tugging on the knot tied around her waist. I finished knotting the rope around her knees and ankles. By now, she had practically melted in my hands. I saw her legs were shaking, and her panties were now a little soaked. I brushed my fingers through her hair and gave it a little tug. I wanted to make sure to add one extra little touch. I rummaged through the crate of props and found the perfect velvet items. The first was a velvet mask to cover her face, just from her nose to her chin, the second were velvet n****e clamps. I walked back to her and showed her the items. "Where do those tings go?" Clearly she was inquiring about the clamps. I pointed to my n*****s. "Do you think you could do this?" The look in her eyes showed fear again, I ran my finger over her n****e. She bit her lip once again. "Look at my eyes", and she obeyed. As her n*****s rose and swelled, I used two of my fingers to pinch it. I started to do the same thing with her other n****e. "How does that feel?" I asked. Her eyes practically rolled into the back of her head, and she let out a pleasing hiss. "Look down", I watched her eyes slowly look down at her n*****s, and the clamps were attached. "Velvet?" Just as she said those words, I started to reach to remove them. "No! I meant that they were velvet, that's all." She immediately corrected herself, and wanted me to leave them on her n*****s. She gave me a horny smile. "She is ready." The poor girl frowned as she was moved on to the next stage of the process. I walked her over to the harness that was hanging from a contraption that "Steven" had designed. I whispered in her ear," If this makes you at all uncomfortable I want you to tell me. Remember our word." She nodded, but looked hypnotized by the sound of my voice and my words. Everyone heard the click of the harness on the knotted rope on her back. I snapped my fingers and a burly man behind a curtain pulled on a rope and I watched as this dainty model was lifted into the air.

Her focus was on my eyes, as she flew farther and farther up in the air. I smiled as I watched this angel fly into the heavens. "I don't know how you do it, but you still amaze me every time I work with you." "Steven" had mentioned. The euphoric look on her face was perfect. They had attached angel wings on her back and she kept her toes pointed down, like a dancer.

Once he was finished with this model, they had started to have her descend from her height and she was unhooked and came straight to me. She whispered into my ear, "Do I have to take these off?" I smirked at her demand, and responded, "It takes me a shorter time to taken them off then tying you up". I watched as her skin rose with goose bumps. But I tugged at the ropes and watched her squirm once again. I put my fingers on the clamps, and she smiled at them. "Do you think I could leave them on just a little more?" I was surprised that she asked, but I was disappointed telling her that she had to be prepped the another portion of the shoot. I pinched the clamps from her n*****s and gave them to her. "Keep them and enjoy". I slowly unraveled the knots around her waist, and I realized it wasn't so much the roped that she liked feeling, it was my touch that she was getting turned on by. It was my presence against her that was arousing her. She stood there like a statue as she shivered at the mere brushing of my skin against hers. I looked at "Steven" and I could see that not only he but the rest of the room was interested in my playing this scenario out to the fullest. I started to tug at the rope that was tied around her inner thighs, the ones closest to her p***y lips. She flinched and bit her bottom lip when she felt my hands glide over her thighs, stopping once I had reached the top of her panties. "So I see you enjoyed yourself", I whispered into her ear. I watched her cheeks redden as my fingers ran under the elastic of her panties until I reached her ass. I pulled on them tight and she let out a moan. "There is no reason for you to be embarrassed. Do you like what you are feeling right now?", my warm breath was right on her neck and I watched her tighten her thighs. As I stood behind her as my left hand was caressing her stomach and moving up to her chest caressing her breasts as well.

Her n*****s were still very erect and swollen, and she leaned her head back onto my chest. I stroked her hair and twirled her panties around my right index finger, pulling them tight, they started to hug her c**t as they made their way thought her p***y lips. I wiggled them around and watched as her breath had started to quicken. Her hands still tied behind her back, she had started to reach out and touch my skin, and her one finger was able to reach under my skirt and touch the warmth of my p***y. I stood in front of her once again, feeling her hot breath heaving against my chest, she was so turned on, she would have c*m at any cost. "Would you like to c*m?", I inquired. With her eyes closed, she nodded her head and smiled. I slid my hand down into her soaked panties, separated her p***y lips, and easily found her c**t. I started to rub, but held onto the ropes to make sure she could stay on her feet because I stated to see her knees begin to wobble. I leaned my forehead against hers and she desperately tried reaching her lips out to kiss mine, but I teased and wouldn't move any closer. I was only a hair strand length distance from her already. I breathed hot air on her neck, her breasts and her n*****s. "Open you eyes I want you to watch me make you c*m on my fingers", I ordered her and she obeyed. She focused completely on my eyes as she felt my fingers slide into her warm wet core. Wiggling her hips, she yelled out a howl of a moan as her body started to quiver and shake under the ropes. "Good girl. Go ahead, ride it out on my hand". Her hips kept gyrating in all directions. She was making sure that she could ride out her orgasm.

She started to fall to her knees, but I called one of the bigger models to carry her to the chaise in the corner. I followed behind and smiled at how she was glowing with radiance and pleasure. I untied all of the ropes from her body and let her relax even more, but as I started to walk away I didn't realize that "Steven" was standing behind me. "Mistress, that was an excellent show. I may have to schedule my own personal meeting with you sometime in the near future." I started to walk towards the next model, and responded back to him," You know how to get a hold of me."