Chapter 12

"For those not familiar with it, shibari is the artistic, connective, sensual, and sexual practice of rope bondage. Many people use a standard loose-laid, three-strand jute rope. I like to vary the types. Tonight, I have chosen a six-strand rope fashioned completely of silk."

As he talked, Master Lex began weaving the rope in one of his many patterns, starting with her arms, which he pulled straight behind her. Jenna could feel the kiss of the silk as he twisted and pleated it from her upper arms to her wrists.

"A shibari experience," he told the audience, "results in an increased rush of endorphins and other hormones, creating a trancelike experience for the sub." He paused, and she could almost hear the smile in his voice when he added, "And an adrenaline rush for the Master, the rigger."

He walked around in front of her and gently stroked her cheek. "When it's performed appropriately you can see these changes in the face of the sub. Watch Miss J carefully, and you'll see what I mean."

Jenna heard the soft murmuring in the crowd and knew people would be leaning forward to get a better look.

"I'm connecting a second length of rope to the first," he continued. "I'll use this one for the main part of her body. Shibari is very much about how the rope is applied. The pleasure is more in the journey than the destination."

The moment he looped the woven silk around her waist and pulled it down between the lips of her pussy, she felt the room around her begin to disappear and the soft world of subspace begin to embrace her. The feel of the rope was like the whisper of soft little breezes on her skin, until she felt Master Lex's fingers brushing her clit. They flexed as he fashioned one of his complicated knots, pressing it directly on her clit already stimulated from anticipation. The silk was soft on her sensitive skin, but the pressure immediately made her inner lips spasm.

She knew Master Lex was explaining as he went along, but Jenna only vaguely heard the sound of his voice. She wanted him to bind her more intensely, to cause the delicious friction that the process always produced. She wanted the orgasm that was always her reward for being such a good sub.

His voice was so soothing, but she barely heard the words. She was focused more on the length of silk rope now pulled tightly through the hot crevice between the cheeks of her buttocks, another knot strategically placed to press directly on her anus. More silk rope, this time around each leg, woven so slowly she wanted to tell him to hurry! Go faster!

As he continued creating the pattern, his hands slipped lightly over her skin, caressing the inside of her thighs and the cheeks of her ass, trailing through that hot cleft. Checking the positioning of the rope in her wet slit, his palm warm as he cupped her very bare pussy.

She felt a slight jerk to her body and heard Master Lex say, "Watch what happens with the change of position."

In scant seconds, he had her bowed, ankles and wrists fastened to each other, and her body hoisted. Then she was rocking in the air, the complex knots rubbing her clit and her back entrance with every motion of her body. Jenna closed her eyes again and let the sensations consume her. Nothing existed except the tortuous yet erotic and arousing webbing that cradled every part of her body.

Master Lex placed his hand on one cheek of her ass, pinching it hard as he rocked her even faster. His voice was like a soothing melody in the background, the words indistinguishable. All she cared about now was that delicious friction and the discomfort that made her wetter and hotter.

The climax started low in her body, a thudding need that radiated outward and spread incrementally, pushed higher by the pain of her position. She welcomed that pain, loved it, embraced it, reached for it as the intensity of the spasms grew and spread.

And then it hit, an orgasm of such epic intensity she had the feeling of being tossed off a cliff and spun on the wind. She was caught up in a whirlwind, her inner walls clenching and spasming, the knots rubbing harder and harder with the movement of her body. Fireworks exploded behind her eyelids and danced their sparks down her body. Someone was screaming, and she had the vague impression it was her.

Finally, when she was sure she had lost the ability to breathe, the hard tremors subsided and her muscles began to ease slightly. She was lost in a sensual fog, focused now only on Master Lex's hands as he unwound his elaborate designs and removed each length of rope one at a time. When she was completely unwrapped, he lifted her in his arms.

"I've got you, girl," he murmured.

The room was filled with the sound of loud applause, and people were shouting appreciation. Jenna just leaned her head against her Master's shoulder and let herself be carried from the room.

As they passed Frank she heard him say, "Good job, both of you. Lex, you worked her hard."

"I did," he agreed, "but I'll take care of her with just as much attention to detail."

Jenna smiled to herself, because she knew he would be as good as his word.