Lesson For One

6.30 PM. I check the time on my phone again and look around. I am the only one standing in front of the old industrial building on the Eastside. Colourful murals cover the brick walls and my eyes wander over the sunlit works of art. I wonder where everyone is. Surely, I can’t be the only one? The palms of my hands are clammy and I wipe them off on my tight black jeans. This is the first time for me, the first time trying to connect to the scene. New city, new opportunities, new me.

I adjust my mask over my nose. It is warm in the evening sun and the mask feels uncomfortable and tight on my face. I sigh. Maybe I have the day wrong. I open the email folder on my phone when I hear a sound in front of me. I look up and a man steps out of the shadow of a small metal door. He is wearing a loose grey T-Shirt and beige shorts. His legs and arms look muscular and toned. It is hard to guess his age, as a white mask is covering his face, and his hair is dyed red.

“Sarah? Here for the Shibari Beginner’s Class?”

I clear my throat and whisper: “Yes.” I swallow and say louder now: “Yes, I am Sarah.”

“I’m Rob. Hi! Well, come on in. Please keep your mask on, alright? You are the only one today. I didn’t want to cancel on you because you said in your application that you had just moved here and wanted to get a taste of the kink scene. I didn’t want to take that away from you!”

“Oh, that’s nice of you. A bit awkward.” I giggle and follow him.

We enter a vast room which at one point probably held a lot of industrial machines. There is a table to the left, with different ropes and hand sanitizer. I look around and see two yoga mats placed on the floor, quite far away from each other. The sun is shining through the huge windows in the corner of the room, and a huge lamp hangs right over the mats. “This seems safe enough” I think to myself.

“Why don’t you grab one of the ropes” Rob says while picking up a black one himself. I wait for him to sit down on one of the mats, use the hand sanitizer and then look over the ropes. I grab a red rope and walk over to the other mat and sit down.

“You don’t have any experience with shibari or rope play at all?” Rob asks me while still holding onto his rope. I look at this big hands and for a split second I wish he would be the one tieiing me up, and not my own clumsy self.

I look up. “Mmm, sorry, I didn’t get that. What did you say?”

“Have you ever done rope play before?”

“No. I have watched videos and seen a lot of beautiful pictures. There is just something very sensual about it, and I have always liked the idea of being restrained during, well, more intimate moments.” I blush. I am very grateful for the mask I am wearing.

“It can be very sensual, and even sexual. Let’s hope your first experience is going to be exactly what you have imagined to be! I was thinking that we try a simple chest harness today. They are beautiful, you can easily tie them yourself and they give this restrained feeling you were just describing. Sound good?”

I nod. I am nervous. And I don’t want to mess up. This lesson for one might not be the best idea, because if I don’t do it right, there is no way to hide.

“Just copy what I do. I am going to do this very slowly, and also explain every step to you. First, sit as comfortably as you can. I think it would be a good idea, to take off your sweater, so the rope feels closer to your skin. But it is up to you!”

I pull my sweater over my head. I have seen in videos that women were often wearing sports bra during rope play. So I am wearing one too. I cross my legs and look at him. Rob is silent for a moment, stuck observing me. I smile and blush. I am grateful for the mask once again.

“Okay, let’s do it! You can do this as tight as you want, but remember to always check that it doesn’t cut too deep into your skin, and that you can still breathe properly.” I nod.

He ties the rope under his chest and pulls the rope back, I follow his lead. The rope on the naked skin below my bra feels great and I close my eyes for a second to take in the sensation. Roughness, softness, tightness and lightness all at once. I sigh and open my eyes again. One over the shoulder, under the rope and then to the back. I almost fall over when I try to do what is Rob is showing me. I giggle.

He gets up and turns around. “See, you need to make sure that the rope doesn’t cut into any nerves or muscles, let it first loosely sit on your shoulder, and then pull it a bit tighter when you feel ready.”

I do as I am told and gently pull the rope over my shoulder and then let it slide perfectly into the safest spot. I gasp. The feeling of the sliding rope, pulling it tighter, and then pulling the rope over my chest, arouses me. I release my legs from their cross-legged position and spread them a little. I silently moan. Rob turns around and I see one of his eyebrows raised. He sits down again and stares at me.

“Alright, Sarah, now the last move. Your rope looks really good so far, you seem to have a bit of a talent for it! We need to do a knot in the back, and that can be a tricky when you do it on your own. Just watch me do it.” This time he doesn’t get up but just turns around and rests on his knees. I observe his broad shoulders and my eyes wander down to his round ass. I feel an overwhelming tingling sensation between my legs. My hands copy his movements and I tie the knot on my back.

He turns around again. The chest harness looking beautiful on him. “How does it feel?”

“More comfortable than I thought it would feel like. I really love the feeling of pressure and softness. I am restrained yet free. It feels almost as if I want to fly.” Rob nods. I close my eyes and breathe in deep. As my chest goes up, I can feel the rope digging deeper into my skin. I can barely sit still, an almost electrical sensation goes through my body and I slide down a little on my mat, my elbows resting and holding me up.

“It is okay if you want to touch yourself. I can see that you really want to.”

I hold my breath for a moment and then open my eyes. Rob sits with his legs spread too and is gently rubbing himself, his pants still on.

“How do you feel about if I touch myself while you are having fun. Do you want that, my beautiful rope bunny?”

“Yes, I want that.” I hear myself say while I open the zipper of my jeans, pull them down a little and my right hand slides into my knickers. I can feel the dampness and the heat coming from my arousal. I let two fingers circle my clit.

Rob has taken his shorts off and sits butt naked on his mat, holding his hard cock, slowly rubbing up and down. The tightness of the harness, the feeling of the rope on my skin, Rob’s movements. I breathe heavily now. My fingers aren’t circling anymore, they are rubbing my swollen clit. Faster and faster. I moan. I can’t stop looking at Rob who closes his eyes, gently starting to twitch.

A load of cum squirts out of his cock and can’t hold back myself anymore. I feel the wave of tension and relief run over me, first gently, then with a force, that makes me sit up and scream out my pleasure. I twitch uncontrollably and the sink down.

As I catch my breath, I see Rob get up and put his clothes back on. I pull my jeans up and get up myself. My hand is glistering with my own juices. I walk over to the table and use the hand sanitizer.

I make a move to untie the knot on my back. “No, Sarah, you can keep the rope. And if you don’t want to take the harness off yet, that is fine. Allow the pleasure to last a little longer.” We stare at each other. Him by his mat, me by the table. I walk over to my sweater and put it back on. “Well, thanks for the lesson.” I whisper, my voice cracking a little after the screaming that has just happened.

“I hope this was a good introduction to the kink scene for you. I think you did a good job and would be a fantastic rope bunny. Hopefully this wasn’t too awkward for you?” He asks.

“No! I absolutely loved it. And I can’t wait for more lessons from you.” I say, as I walk towards the door, the sunset creating an orange light inside the room. I open the door and turn around. “I hope to see you again.”

As I almost skip down the street towards the parking lot, my phone vibrates. A new email. Friend Request from RobTheRigger on Fetlife. I remove my mask and grin. It looks like he is hoping to see me again too.

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