Plymouth rising (MF+/F+)
This a very well done Japan adventure. I like how you keep adding little details to make sure this is not a bondage shoot. These videos are truly unique, and I am quite sad they do not actually exist.
The Tangled Maiden completed
Bound to be Dared April 8
Spy Camp March 19
All My Stories On This Site
Bound to be Dared April 8
Spy Camp March 19
All My Stories On This Site
I'm sad too, there's a fair amount of wishful thinking/daydreaming of paths never taken for me writing this tale.
Thanks everyone for commenting, still plenty more Far East adventures to come
x-
Solarbeast
- Moderator
- Posts: 1136
- Joined: 6 years ago
- Location: Florida
I'm glad this story didn't end and the adventures have continued. I recently came across a user on TikTok, hollie_fy, who, at least to me, has the same type of energy and personality that Plymouth seems to have, and I believe she is at least trying to get into the porn industry as well. I can't wait to read more of the adventures of Plymouth and Lily.
Hi.
Didn't want to leave this unanswered, since you were good enough to provide the TikTok users name. I've just gone and had the, briefest, look.
She does. I can see what you mean.
031.
Back in central Tokyo and we're both hungry, so, food.
Not just food but burger and chips. A small taste of home.
We're both still horny, bodies pumped full of unspent lust, the largely unfulfilled- because our reaching orgasm hadn't been the point of the video we shot with Akio just over ninety minutes ago -need to tie each other up. To play and tease. To enjoy each others bodies and to allow ourselves to be enjoyed. Willingly submitting as only those who love both bondage and each other can.
But we're hungry, so food takes priority.
But it doesn't stop us from flirting, from dropping whispered- the restaurant is quite full -challenges and come ons as we sit facing one another across the small table, wearing matching smiles.
"I'm going to need that black scarf from the suitcase."
"Fuck the scarf Lil, a roll of tape, both our thongs, job done."
"Tape is it? Sounds like someone wants to spend the day mummified."
"Not if someone else is already spending the day hogtied."
"Maybe I'll put on my black mesh bodysuit for you."
"Maybe I'll put on my white lingerie for you."
It isn't our whispers which are drawing prehaps more attention then normal from the other- largely Asian -customers. At least I hope we're still being quiet. Discreet. No. What has everyone glancing our way in varying degrees, from secretive peeks, to out and out staring in the case of three teenage boys in school uniform, is just. Well. Us being us.
We aren't Asian. Asians, Japanese ladies, don't as a rule expose too much skin. Both Lili and me are wearing quite small denim shorts, grey for her and faded blue for me. Both pairs are frayed on the legs, both of us have the tops of our thongs riding up out of the low waists. And we aren't covered up any better up top. A tight yellow Triumph tee for me, an equally tight white vest top for Lili. Almost every tattoo each of us owns is at least partly visible. Tattoo's, visible ones, are another big no no for natives here.
It isn't that we're trying to stand out on purpose. It's the porn angle again, as I've said before, we're both so used to being naked with strangers we've lost that part of most people which worries about who sees what.
We could, probably, both walk down the street naked, and not feel like we were doing anything wrong.
So we ignore the looks, ignore the teen boys not so subtle attempt to snap a couple of photos when I lean back and stretch, my tee riding up to show off my sharks mouth at the same time as my outflung arms pull it tight against my F cups. We ignore it all, focusing our attentions on each other, on our flirting.
"I think I'll stretch you out on the hotel bed." I lean forwards, left hand reaching out, tracing the lines of Lili's clock as it dips towards her cleavage. "Grab a marker and add some fresh ink."
"I think." Taking hold of my hand, bending it so she can kiss my Eye of Rah tattoo. "That since you've less ink then me, B, I'll be the one holding the pen."
"But how will you reach the pen when I bind you to a chair and place it atop the wardrobe?"
"How will you reach the wardrobe when you're trussed up naked in the bath?"
"Going to hogtie you."
"Going to hogtie you."
We smile, linking hands across the table, totally oblivious to the fact our last sentences, a joint promise to hogtie the other, were actually spoken allowed, at normal volume.
And oblivious we remain, because this is Japan, and everybody, even the staff, are too polite to tell us to stop openly flirting.
The store has an actual bell above the door.
It's a small store, and looks old from the outside, old like something family owned. A last holdout against the larger chain stores. We find it quite by accident, having spent nearly two hours post dinner aimlessly wandering up and down the city streets, into and out of any shop which takes our fancy:
A comic book shop, where we found an issue twelve of something written in Japanese, featuring girls in bikinis on a boat being attacked by a giant robot octopus. Lots of tentacles. We bought it, having giggled like schoolgirls through every one of the twenty odd pages.
Several clothes shops, between them selling everything from cosplay outfits- both male and female -to beautiful dresses that looked close to, if not actual, traditional Japanese styles.
A shop, tiny and shoehorned in next to an arcade, full of anime figurines. The shopkeeper, a spiky black haired skinny guy in a black Jurassic Park tee and blue jeans, somewhere in age between Lili and me, actually recognises us both, and locks up his store before proceeding to spend the better part of a half hour complimenting us both on our various works.
He's very sweet. A true fan, with a knowledge of English good enough to hold a conversation with, and a genuine interest in the small behind the scenes tales Lili and me dig out of memory to regale him with.
Before we leave. From the back- though how such a small store even has a back I'm not sure -he retrieves a plain shoe store sized box. Inside of which are two individually boxed anime figurines, clearly meant to be sold as a pair.
The first, the angel. Very busty, with light blue hair cascading down to her butt. She's wearing a white thong and thigh high white socks with pink bows. Her wings are all white feathers, and quite large.
The second, the devil. Not as busty, with blonde hair that flows, like the angels, down her back in tumbling waves. Her thong, her bra too, are red, and she has thigh high heeled black boots that buckle up the sides. Her wings are black, like a dragons, all stretched skin and claws.
The angel is posed with both arms crossed over her exposed chest, doing a very bad job of concealing anything. The devil, smiling, has the angel's white bra held dangling from one outstretched hand.
"Wow."
"Fuck."
"It's," I look at Lili, and grin, "us?"
"We need this, B, in our house."
"Yes," in the house we've yet to buy, or rent, but, "we do." Nodding. Fuck me. I'll leave all my, and Lili's, clothes, here in Japan if I have to, just to fit this statue in my suitcase.
Luckily the price is quite reasonable. Does he give us a discount? He doesn't say, and we don't ask. But we do pose for over a dozen selfies, then a dozen more where Lili and me are naked, both sporting cuffs and ballgags that he just happened- hmmm - to have laying around, before he unlocks the door, and we part ways with smiles all round.
He even let's us keep one of the gags. So. Result.
We find a jewellers too. We don't go in, but do spend ten minutes window shopping, in which time I spy the most beautiful dark metal ring. I point it out, and Lili offers to buy it, a joke which turns suddenly serious as we both realise the implications of her buying me a ring. I, not big time but kinda, panic, because there's a look in Lili's eyes all of a sudden, a small smile on her pretty face.
We're saved, from whatever might of happened, by a family of American tourists, their ten year old twin boys choosing that moment to use me and Lili as a hiding spot from which to pretend shoot at Mum and Dad, which breaks the tension of the moment. Making us laugh. Lili takes my hand, and on we go.
It isn't, I consider, that I'd say no. Which realisation in itself is suitably scary in a good warm and happy way. I was just on the spot.
Finally, to the quaint small shop with the dangling bell above the door, which tinkles to announce our arrival.
Lili angles right, heading off between the aisles, lost from sight in moments. I stop, enjoying the emptiness after the bustle of outside, leaning briefly back against the door but not hearing the small click as I do, as my elbow knocks the lock into place.
Which I don't realise.
Directly ahead of me, in the shops centre as the left and right curves away in shelves and aisles, all of which are full of tools and screws, general stuff like light bulbs that you'd use for a variety of household fixes, is the counter. "Torai. Torai." Calls a young female voice, from the darkness of an open door behind the counter. I step forward, resting my arms on the old and stained wooden top, the pose one of leaning forwards, which unintentionally pushes my tee covered breasts directly at the open door.
Had it been a man on duty, the family patriach and not his daughter, then things would've, might've, gone quite differently.
"Gogo," calls the young lady, surely no older then me, as she backs out into the shop proper, "ikaga nasaimashita ka?"
"Kon'nichiwa." Which, must be my accent, brings her up short. She turns, slowly, her eyes going wide and mouth working. No sound coming out.
"Hi." I wave, a quick glance left and right, no sign of Lili, so, I'm on my own here. "Um." Damn it, what was the word? "Do you. Onegaishimasu. Rope?"
"Ro. Ope?"
"Damn." I huff. Looking at her as she looks back. She's slim, like most Asians seem to be, with a pair of pert C's hiding underneath a plain black tee, and dark blue jeans hugging her skinny legs. She's wearing thick black framed glasses, her straight back hair tied into a loose tail. And, there's a pencil tucked behind her right ear.
I should, if my brain hadn't still been in bondage mode, have gestured for the pencil, could've drawn a passable rope. Could've even just shown her my mermaid.
Said the word shibari.
Could've done plenty.
But. I'm in please can we play because I want to tie something, anything, mode. I'm feeling playful. And unfortunately for this young girl she happens to be stood across from me.
So.
It's my turn to hold the backpack. Which is black, and currently full of Lili's cameras, plus tripods. So it's heavy, which is why we've been sharing the load. Having shrugged it off I reach down, pulling the ballgag that nice young man gave us out of a side pocket, and, standing, wave it in the young girls face.
She recoils, looking confused. "Hold on." I hold up a finger. I do have a plan, and, so long as she doesn't run away in the next two minutes, this will all make sense.
And. I can't say it, and she didn't run away. So. Ta dah.
"Mmwfff." I comment, waving my bound wrists at her. See. Bondage. It clearly is bondage, though I've forgotten that it was actually rope I was asking for. But, having used the ballgag on myself, which at least earned me a small smile. Even the smile you'd offer up to a crazy person is still better then a frown, or backing away fear. Having gagged myself I used my belt, which is wide and brown, made of leather, wrapping it around my wrists as best I'm able. Which in no way is a proper tie, the belt isn't even buckled, but I- kinda -look the part.
I wave my wrists at her again, emphasising my point. I think.
Or. Maybe not, since she looks down at her own belt, then back at me.
And she smiles, with a small, new, light, dancing behind her eyes. And I think I might be about to get tied up properly. Right here, in her shop.
Until. "Honestly B." Lili's voice, full of humour, sounding from my right. I turn, seeing her stood in the gap between two shelves, a basket full of rope and cable ties in her hand. She shakes her head, grinning. "And just how is that helping?"
"I was doing. Um?" I mine someone opening a book, then click my fingers. "Charades."
"You were being an idiot." Lili kisses my cheek as we walk through the final street, our hotel rising in front. "A beautiful sexy idiot." She amends, kissing me again. "But still an idiot."
"Worked though." I grin, shaking our bag of newly bought bondage supplies.
"No no no." Shaking her head. "I found the supplies."
"But," kissing her cheek, "only because I kept the shop girl distracted for long enough so you could look."
"Don't you mean entertained?"
"Well." I shrug. "Whatever. Anyway." I shake the bag again. "Let's go upstairs Lil, it's high time I tied you up."
"Forgetful and an idiot."
"Huh?" Confused. "What did I forget?"
"Well." Stealing the bag off me. "I don't see how you intend on tying me up, sexy little B," she blows me a kiss, I giggle, mostly at the thought of being tied up soon, "when you'll already be in whatever tie I decide to put you in."
"Naked?" I ask, as we enter the lift.
"Of course." Pushing me gently but firmly back against the lifts mirrored wall. We're alone. Lili grins, pinning my arms to my sides, pressing her body into mine as she kisses me. I kiss her back. She leans in closer, whispering in my ear in that way she does, setting my insides on fire with want. "Of all the ways I can tie you. B. Naked is the one I love best."
Back in central Tokyo and we're both hungry, so, food.
Not just food but burger and chips. A small taste of home.
We're both still horny, bodies pumped full of unspent lust, the largely unfulfilled- because our reaching orgasm hadn't been the point of the video we shot with Akio just over ninety minutes ago -need to tie each other up. To play and tease. To enjoy each others bodies and to allow ourselves to be enjoyed. Willingly submitting as only those who love both bondage and each other can.
But we're hungry, so food takes priority.
But it doesn't stop us from flirting, from dropping whispered- the restaurant is quite full -challenges and come ons as we sit facing one another across the small table, wearing matching smiles.
"I'm going to need that black scarf from the suitcase."
"Fuck the scarf Lil, a roll of tape, both our thongs, job done."
"Tape is it? Sounds like someone wants to spend the day mummified."
"Not if someone else is already spending the day hogtied."
"Maybe I'll put on my black mesh bodysuit for you."
"Maybe I'll put on my white lingerie for you."
It isn't our whispers which are drawing prehaps more attention then normal from the other- largely Asian -customers. At least I hope we're still being quiet. Discreet. No. What has everyone glancing our way in varying degrees, from secretive peeks, to out and out staring in the case of three teenage boys in school uniform, is just. Well. Us being us.
We aren't Asian. Asians, Japanese ladies, don't as a rule expose too much skin. Both Lili and me are wearing quite small denim shorts, grey for her and faded blue for me. Both pairs are frayed on the legs, both of us have the tops of our thongs riding up out of the low waists. And we aren't covered up any better up top. A tight yellow Triumph tee for me, an equally tight white vest top for Lili. Almost every tattoo each of us owns is at least partly visible. Tattoo's, visible ones, are another big no no for natives here.
It isn't that we're trying to stand out on purpose. It's the porn angle again, as I've said before, we're both so used to being naked with strangers we've lost that part of most people which worries about who sees what.
We could, probably, both walk down the street naked, and not feel like we were doing anything wrong.
So we ignore the looks, ignore the teen boys not so subtle attempt to snap a couple of photos when I lean back and stretch, my tee riding up to show off my sharks mouth at the same time as my outflung arms pull it tight against my F cups. We ignore it all, focusing our attentions on each other, on our flirting.
"I think I'll stretch you out on the hotel bed." I lean forwards, left hand reaching out, tracing the lines of Lili's clock as it dips towards her cleavage. "Grab a marker and add some fresh ink."
"I think." Taking hold of my hand, bending it so she can kiss my Eye of Rah tattoo. "That since you've less ink then me, B, I'll be the one holding the pen."
"But how will you reach the pen when I bind you to a chair and place it atop the wardrobe?"
"How will you reach the wardrobe when you're trussed up naked in the bath?"
"Going to hogtie you."
"Going to hogtie you."
We smile, linking hands across the table, totally oblivious to the fact our last sentences, a joint promise to hogtie the other, were actually spoken allowed, at normal volume.
And oblivious we remain, because this is Japan, and everybody, even the staff, are too polite to tell us to stop openly flirting.
The store has an actual bell above the door.
It's a small store, and looks old from the outside, old like something family owned. A last holdout against the larger chain stores. We find it quite by accident, having spent nearly two hours post dinner aimlessly wandering up and down the city streets, into and out of any shop which takes our fancy:
A comic book shop, where we found an issue twelve of something written in Japanese, featuring girls in bikinis on a boat being attacked by a giant robot octopus. Lots of tentacles. We bought it, having giggled like schoolgirls through every one of the twenty odd pages.
Several clothes shops, between them selling everything from cosplay outfits- both male and female -to beautiful dresses that looked close to, if not actual, traditional Japanese styles.
A shop, tiny and shoehorned in next to an arcade, full of anime figurines. The shopkeeper, a spiky black haired skinny guy in a black Jurassic Park tee and blue jeans, somewhere in age between Lili and me, actually recognises us both, and locks up his store before proceeding to spend the better part of a half hour complimenting us both on our various works.
He's very sweet. A true fan, with a knowledge of English good enough to hold a conversation with, and a genuine interest in the small behind the scenes tales Lili and me dig out of memory to regale him with.
Before we leave. From the back- though how such a small store even has a back I'm not sure -he retrieves a plain shoe store sized box. Inside of which are two individually boxed anime figurines, clearly meant to be sold as a pair.
The first, the angel. Very busty, with light blue hair cascading down to her butt. She's wearing a white thong and thigh high white socks with pink bows. Her wings are all white feathers, and quite large.
The second, the devil. Not as busty, with blonde hair that flows, like the angels, down her back in tumbling waves. Her thong, her bra too, are red, and she has thigh high heeled black boots that buckle up the sides. Her wings are black, like a dragons, all stretched skin and claws.
The angel is posed with both arms crossed over her exposed chest, doing a very bad job of concealing anything. The devil, smiling, has the angel's white bra held dangling from one outstretched hand.
"Wow."
"Fuck."
"It's," I look at Lili, and grin, "us?"
"We need this, B, in our house."
"Yes," in the house we've yet to buy, or rent, but, "we do." Nodding. Fuck me. I'll leave all my, and Lili's, clothes, here in Japan if I have to, just to fit this statue in my suitcase.
Luckily the price is quite reasonable. Does he give us a discount? He doesn't say, and we don't ask. But we do pose for over a dozen selfies, then a dozen more where Lili and me are naked, both sporting cuffs and ballgags that he just happened- hmmm - to have laying around, before he unlocks the door, and we part ways with smiles all round.
He even let's us keep one of the gags. So. Result.
We find a jewellers too. We don't go in, but do spend ten minutes window shopping, in which time I spy the most beautiful dark metal ring. I point it out, and Lili offers to buy it, a joke which turns suddenly serious as we both realise the implications of her buying me a ring. I, not big time but kinda, panic, because there's a look in Lili's eyes all of a sudden, a small smile on her pretty face.
We're saved, from whatever might of happened, by a family of American tourists, their ten year old twin boys choosing that moment to use me and Lili as a hiding spot from which to pretend shoot at Mum and Dad, which breaks the tension of the moment. Making us laugh. Lili takes my hand, and on we go.
It isn't, I consider, that I'd say no. Which realisation in itself is suitably scary in a good warm and happy way. I was just on the spot.
Finally, to the quaint small shop with the dangling bell above the door, which tinkles to announce our arrival.
Lili angles right, heading off between the aisles, lost from sight in moments. I stop, enjoying the emptiness after the bustle of outside, leaning briefly back against the door but not hearing the small click as I do, as my elbow knocks the lock into place.
Which I don't realise.
Directly ahead of me, in the shops centre as the left and right curves away in shelves and aisles, all of which are full of tools and screws, general stuff like light bulbs that you'd use for a variety of household fixes, is the counter. "Torai. Torai." Calls a young female voice, from the darkness of an open door behind the counter. I step forward, resting my arms on the old and stained wooden top, the pose one of leaning forwards, which unintentionally pushes my tee covered breasts directly at the open door.
Had it been a man on duty, the family patriach and not his daughter, then things would've, might've, gone quite differently.
"Gogo," calls the young lady, surely no older then me, as she backs out into the shop proper, "ikaga nasaimashita ka?"
"Kon'nichiwa." Which, must be my accent, brings her up short. She turns, slowly, her eyes going wide and mouth working. No sound coming out.
"Hi." I wave, a quick glance left and right, no sign of Lili, so, I'm on my own here. "Um." Damn it, what was the word? "Do you. Onegaishimasu. Rope?"
"Ro. Ope?"
"Damn." I huff. Looking at her as she looks back. She's slim, like most Asians seem to be, with a pair of pert C's hiding underneath a plain black tee, and dark blue jeans hugging her skinny legs. She's wearing thick black framed glasses, her straight back hair tied into a loose tail. And, there's a pencil tucked behind her right ear.
I should, if my brain hadn't still been in bondage mode, have gestured for the pencil, could've drawn a passable rope. Could've even just shown her my mermaid.
Said the word shibari.
Could've done plenty.
But. I'm in please can we play because I want to tie something, anything, mode. I'm feeling playful. And unfortunately for this young girl she happens to be stood across from me.
So.
It's my turn to hold the backpack. Which is black, and currently full of Lili's cameras, plus tripods. So it's heavy, which is why we've been sharing the load. Having shrugged it off I reach down, pulling the ballgag that nice young man gave us out of a side pocket, and, standing, wave it in the young girls face.
She recoils, looking confused. "Hold on." I hold up a finger. I do have a plan, and, so long as she doesn't run away in the next two minutes, this will all make sense.
And. I can't say it, and she didn't run away. So. Ta dah.
"Mmwfff." I comment, waving my bound wrists at her. See. Bondage. It clearly is bondage, though I've forgotten that it was actually rope I was asking for. But, having used the ballgag on myself, which at least earned me a small smile. Even the smile you'd offer up to a crazy person is still better then a frown, or backing away fear. Having gagged myself I used my belt, which is wide and brown, made of leather, wrapping it around my wrists as best I'm able. Which in no way is a proper tie, the belt isn't even buckled, but I- kinda -look the part.
I wave my wrists at her again, emphasising my point. I think.
Or. Maybe not, since she looks down at her own belt, then back at me.
And she smiles, with a small, new, light, dancing behind her eyes. And I think I might be about to get tied up properly. Right here, in her shop.
Until. "Honestly B." Lili's voice, full of humour, sounding from my right. I turn, seeing her stood in the gap between two shelves, a basket full of rope and cable ties in her hand. She shakes her head, grinning. "And just how is that helping?"
"I was doing. Um?" I mine someone opening a book, then click my fingers. "Charades."
"You were being an idiot." Lili kisses my cheek as we walk through the final street, our hotel rising in front. "A beautiful sexy idiot." She amends, kissing me again. "But still an idiot."
"Worked though." I grin, shaking our bag of newly bought bondage supplies.
"No no no." Shaking her head. "I found the supplies."
"But," kissing her cheek, "only because I kept the shop girl distracted for long enough so you could look."
"Don't you mean entertained?"
"Well." I shrug. "Whatever. Anyway." I shake the bag again. "Let's go upstairs Lil, it's high time I tied you up."
"Forgetful and an idiot."
"Huh?" Confused. "What did I forget?"
"Well." Stealing the bag off me. "I don't see how you intend on tying me up, sexy little B," she blows me a kiss, I giggle, mostly at the thought of being tied up soon, "when you'll already be in whatever tie I decide to put you in."
"Naked?" I ask, as we enter the lift.
"Of course." Pushing me gently but firmly back against the lifts mirrored wall. We're alone. Lili grins, pinning my arms to my sides, pressing her body into mine as she kisses me. I kiss her back. She leans in closer, whispering in my ear in that way she does, setting my insides on fire with want. "Of all the ways I can tie you. B. Naked is the one I love best."
This is just... ah, darn it, L-O-V-E-L-Y. Your characters are getting more and more adorable by the chapter. So very, very, very glad you decided to continue this story - and I hope you continue it even after Lili and Brooke return from Japan. This is such a treat. Thank you.
I hope the sometime love in between Brooke and Lili isn't turning anyone off?
It might sound odd to say so, but, I write chapters half going with my initial plan (my story arc) and half based on whatever flows well. The back and forth of Lili and Brooke is mostly just me following the flow. Writing, trying to write, two girls who love bondage and each other.
Hopefully it isn't too soppy, or silly.
Regarding a continuation post Japan, we'll have to see. If the interest is still there then probably. I have been idly trying to think up some way to bring back Clive, as his return was mentioned, as something at least one of you wants to see, back in the comments.
Just not sure how yet. Whether I want to bring back evil Clive? Or Clive who gets his just desserts? Or maybe, somehow, a bit of both?
Thanks for reading the things I write
Obviously can't speak for anyone else but myself, but I'm definitely not turned off by their interaction. Okay, it may be silly at times, but that's love for you. Someone else's mileage may vary.RopeBunny wrote: ↑2 years ago I hope the sometime love in between Brooke and Lili isn't turning anyone off?
It might sound odd to say so, but, I write chapters half going with my initial plan (my story arc) and half based on whatever flows well. The back and forth of Lili and Brooke is mostly just me following the flow. Writing, trying to write, two girls who love bondage and each other.
Hopefully it isn't too soppy, or silly.
Regarding a continuation post Japan, we'll have to see. If the interest is still there then probably. I have been idly trying to think up some way to bring back Clive, as his return was mentioned, as something at least one of you wants to see, back in the comments.
Just not sure how yet. Whether I want to bring back evil Clive? Or Clive who gets his just desserts? Or maybe, somehow, a bit of both?
Thanks for reading the things I write
I believe it was me who mentioned Clive (or at least I did, there may gave been others, too) - and I'd just love to see him get his just desserts. Though it might be interesting to find out the story behind why he did what he did - based on what Yuri said there appeared to be a bit of backstory there (as in Clive having to bring someone to Yuri so he could get 'his girl' (?) back). But that's just me.
[mention]RopeBunny[/mention], you asked,
What a perfect example of two girls having fun. While I lean strongly in the M/F direction, I can not help feeling the joy of Brooke and Lili. That is due to your excellent writing and imagination.I hope the sometime love in between Brooke and Lili isn't turning anyone off?
A List of my stories:An Unlikely Savior Completed
Spy Task Force Completed
Tale of an Archer Completed
The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23
Thank you both.
As long time readers/commentors of my work, I'm pleased to know you're happy.
As long time readers/commentors of my work, I'm pleased to know you're happy.
-
slackywacky
- Millennial Club
- Posts: 2616
- Joined: 5 years ago
- Location: Canada
> Let's go upstairs Lil, it's high time I tied you up.
Geez, I was looking forward to that. Looks like I have to wait a little longer... great update.
Geez, I was looking forward to that. Looks like I have to wait a little longer... great update.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
Slackywacky, also @DeviantArt
My active stories:
Slackywacky, also @DeviantArt
My active stories:
- All in the family - Updated 21/03
- Bondage model by choice - Updated 10/04
- Hitchhiker - Updated 29/03
032.
We're checking out tomorrow, of the hotel in Tokyo. We'll be back in about four days of course, back to see Akio for video number five, our final shoot here before we head back to Osaka, back to the UK.
But, before all of that, tonight we've got our third video to shoot.
We took a day, yesterday, to explore Tokyo. A single day is nowhere near enough to find every treasure a large city has to offer, but this is a working holiday, our schedule is already set, so one full day was all we could spare.
But we made the most of it.
We visited a Bonsai growers, half nursery, half garden centre. The whole thing was open to the public though. You could, for a fee, go backstage and see the young saplings germinating, being trained as they grew, morphed and encouraged into the tiny little trees that would eventually make it out to the shop front for sale. This part of the day was Lili's gift to me.
"They're all just so," shaking her head, "perfect."
"I know." Walking down the final row of the final greenhouse, ahead of which the garden centre opens out. "Cute though."
"Definitely." Lili stops by a tiny pine tree. "Do you think you could?"
"Could?" She gestures to the tree, it's so damn small. "Could I grow one you mean?"
"Could you?"
"Maybe." I think. "Might be some false starts, and I'd need the right species. Do some research, buy seed stock from a trusted source and get the correct water sunlight balance. I'd need to.... What?"
"Nothing." Hands up in surrender, but she's grinning. I'd caught her nodding along, having triggered my work mode, she'd clearly been enjoying watching me get all technical.
"Behave Lil." I give her a gentle push. "Maybe I will grow some, show you what a good gardener I am."
"Good." Nodding, her smile still teasing and playful. "Yes, good. I'm sure you'll be the best small tree gardener in the whole kingdom B."
"That's right." I pull her into a hug, planting a kiss on her lips, painted black today to match her all black tee and denim shorts outfit, along with knee high boots. "We can't all be the best at tying our girlfriends up, so, I'll just have to be the best at filling our house up with green stuff."
She grins back at me, kissing me back. I like seeing the smile she gives me whenever I compliment her rope skills, a mixture somewhere between happy and mischievous.
After the small trees comes food, around which we take every opportunity to see the city's streets. Shunning the subway wherever possible, getting off a stop early to walk. And our efforts are rewarded by the discovery of another shrine, larger then the one we stumbled across in Osaka, but equally well tucked away, hidden in plain site from the modern buildings rising all around.
This shrine also sits at the centre of a very zen like garden. Peace and calm fills the whole space, even talking- and we do whisper as Lili and me sit together on a bench, relaxing -feels like breaking the rules.
In the evening is my treat to Lili. A ghost tour through Tokyo, which we both find amazing. Lili loves horror, which is a genre I'm growing to enjoy, and ghosts are just another part of that. Our guide, a middle aged Japanese man dressed the part in floor length dark brown coat and matching wide brimmed hat, turns out to be very knowledgeable. Happy to answer questions, happy to converse with his small group of just over a dozen in either Japanese or fairly smooth English.
The following day, today, we spend in the hotel. Prepping. Getting the room ready and testing out angles for Lili's cameras before our third arrives.
Which she does, at five. Her knock on our door coming bang on time.
Her name is Jun, a twenty eight year old native of Japan, currently living and working a normal office job in the US.
It was Jun who reached out to us, having seen the banner on Lili's site. Her initial email explained that in her early to mid twenties she'd had a career of sorts in bondage porn, only stopping when she fell pregnant two years ago. She was, Jun said, due to visit relatives in Japan soon. She gave us the dates, wondering whether we'd be anywhere around Tokyo during that time?
Well, as it happened yes we were. So Lili and me emailed her back, explaining what we'd be after from her, having already, by that point in our own planning, come up with a rough outline of the five shoots we wanted to film. At this stage we already had Master Yoshi- Akio -on board, and hiring Jun for shoot three would tie up one of only two remaining loose ends.
Yes. Jun had replied, she'd be happy to participate in the shoot we'd sent her a draft of. She was even willing to work with us for around half the usual fee, just for the opportunity to dip her toes back in the water.
So everything fell into place. And now here she is, stepping into our hotel room, all smiles and hugs.
She's slim, a skinny size eight like me, but shorter by a couple of inches. Jun's breasts are D cups like Lili's, but natural, looking smaller only due to the fact they aren't rounded and super pert. Her skin is the colour of all Japanese natives, maybe slightly darker in her case, and her hair, straight and brushing her shoulders, is dyed white.
"Jun, you made it."
"Lili, Brooke." Hugging us each in turn. "I did. Your hotel is only four stops on the local train service from where I'm staying."
"That's great." Lili smiles, I nod agreement. "Would you like a drink first?"
"Please."
We sit, Jun and me on chairs, Lili perched on the bed, sipping bottles of water. Jun looks over the contract, signing both copies before handing one back, which I take, slipping it into the folder where we keep our passports alongside the contracts Akio's already signed.
Three in the folder, two more still to join them.
"Ready?"
"Yes." Standing, rubbing her hands together. A small shiver. Pre game nerves? Runs through Jun's body, but she smiles. "Let's get started."
The cameras get flicked on now, in part for the bonus behind the scenes reel- you never know when something interesting will happen -but also because we aren't entirely sure what parts of everything that's about to happen we want in the finished product.
The plan for this shoot calls for quite a fair few things, one after the other, and it'll be up to Lili and me, later, to whittle everything down to just the best parts.
I'm already dressed, as is Lili, and all Jun needs to do is strip naked.
My outfit is lingerie. A matching white set. My bra has plenty of lace, enough that both cups are near see through, with the cups being on the small side too, and fashioned to have that plunge look. This allows for plenty of exposed skin, plenty of my breasts on show as the bra pushes them together.
The bottoms are a thong, with the centre part being lace too, meaning you can, almost, see hints of the darker skin around my pussy lips. The thongs waistband rises up high at both sides.
Lili is dressed like a girl in charge, everything she has on is black.
Up top a corset, one Lili often wears when a video calls for her to do the tying, to be the. 'Domme'. It's cinched very tight up her back, by me. The top of the corset has half cups, not covering her breasts, more like offering them up, presenting and displaying. The bottom, where most would end at the waist, is instead a flared lace skirt. Made of three layers, each sitting lower, peeking out from the one above, the skirt barely covers Lili's butt and crotch.
Out from underneath the skirt protrudes the large, thick, black cock Lili's strapped onto her crotch. It dangles out in front of her, bobbing as she walks and moves.
She's never worn this for me, nor me for her, we're content with each others tongues and fingers, plus the occasional vibrator or butt plug. Helping her into it earlier, then seeing her wander around wearing it, seeing it bouncing about, has been a source of humour for us both.
I think, though, having seen it on her: maybe I would like to be on the receiving end.
It just isn't my turn today.
Lili's final piece of clothing are knee high lace up boots, army style with chunky soles. These too are a part of her 'Domme' wear.
Her blonde hair is worn loose, brushed left so the right side of her face has only the shaved side on show. My own hair is loose too, tumbling down my back.
"Okay B." Lili, coming over to the chair I've sat myself in, holding plenty of rope and a gag. "Ready?"
"Ready."
"Good. Let's get you tied then."
Jun relaxes, naked, on the bed, the three of us- down to two once I'm gagged -exchanging small talk whilst Lili binds me in place.
It's just a normal looking chair, low wooden back, legs. No arms and a fairly comfy seat. My arms are tied together at wrist and elbow behind the chair, with my wrists secured to the chair too. My legs are tied at the ankles, spread wide apart to seperate front chair legs. No chest ropes, we decided the overall effect would look better if my bra and breasts weren't obstructed.
The gag is of the ring variety. A large silver ring to force my jaws open, to hold them open, whilst black leather straps buckle behind my head.
As a finishing touch Lili straps, using belts, a white and blue wand style vibrator to my right leg, ensuring it's pressed tight against my pussy and clit.
She leaves it turned off. For now.
"Happy?"
"Mmmfm." I nod, Lili grins back, giving me a thumbs up, leaning forwards to whisper in my ear. "You look incredible B. I love you." "Fffpppphhh." I sigh, happy. It's a nice feeling, being loved.
But work calls. So we begin.
This is the official start of the video. Me tied, but not yet teased, whilst Jun relaxes naked on the bed beside me, smiling.
Having walked off set, out of shot, Lili counts to ten, silently, then with rope and a ballgag in hand she steps forwards.
We've angled the cameras so that each can capture both me and the bed. One is against the wall beyond the foot board, pointing directly at the wall opposite, the beds head board, and a half side half front view of me trussed to the chair beside the head board. The second camera is beside and behind me, set higher. This will in effect be looking over my shoulder. My side, including the vibrator, and beyond me a good view of at least the top two thirds of the bed, looking slightly down.
Stopping before the bed, Lili tosses the rope- held in one hand -onto the mattress, then the ballgag in the other is thrown underarm, just so, to land in Juns lap.
Whilst Jun, obediently, gags herself, before laying down and adopting a starfish like spread out pose, face and breasts pointing at the ceiling, Lili wander over to me. As she approaches, our gazes locked- not entirely for the cameras benefit, I am, very, turned on by the sight of her bouncing cock and all around take charge look -she gives her strap on cock a couple of idle strokes.
Stopping very close, but just to the side so I'm still in clear view of the camera, Lili teases my forced open mouth with her cock, rubbing the tip in a circle around my lips, feeding that same tip into my mouth. I, try to, tease her back, flicking out my tongue to lick that tip.
She reaches down, still feeding me, on and off, her cock, but now fondling my lace covered breasts. Squeezing each in turn one handed. Making me moan and squirm. Lili smiles.
She doesn't tend to talk in her videos, with the exception of moans and the occasional entirely necessary speech. What she, and me too, don't enjoy are dialogue heavy porn shoots. We've talked about this, spending time cuddled up naked, watching videos, laughing and usually getting turned on to the eventual point where one of us winds up tied and fucked. But we agree, some people obviously do like it, but to us most talking in a porn video feels and sounds too false.
So Domme Lili tends to be silent Lili. Making her wishes know by gestures mostly, or by the fact that whatever model she's working with has read the script, so knows what's expected of her already.
Before she leaves me, having spent several minutes forcing me to give her cock a blowjob whilst fondling my breasts, Lili flicks on my vibrator, keeping the setting on low. More teasing.
Now her attention returns to Jun, who has sat up, to watch the action, but now as Lili advances around the bed towards her rope, clicking a finger and pointing down, Jun returns to her starfish position.
Which Lili, using four long lengths of rope, ties her in, forcing Jun to remain stretched and spread out naked on the bed.
Where she gets fucked.
Not prehaps the semi nasty hard and fast fuck you might expect a Domme to give. Lili starts slow, more teasing. Sitting on the bed, on the far side of Jun from me to put us all in frame, Lili runs hands all over Juns nakedness, exploring her splayed out body. Her breasts are squeezed. Her nipples are pinched and licked. Her pussy is explored first by trailing fingers, then Jun is bought to her first orgasm as Lili works at her slit, pushing three fingers inside Jun, pumping.
All through this she keeps glancing up at me. The implications being, and we hope it's picked up on, that she's torturing me by playing with, by fucking, Jun, right in front of helpless me.
And. Damn. But it is, genuinely, a very frustrating kind of turn on. Prehaps all the more so given she's my actual real life girlfriend. My moans, my occasional wriggles as the vibrator slowly climbs me up towards my own orgasm, one of two I'll mange throughout the video, it isn't faked or put on. Watching Lili play with Jun is incredible.
And, because I know it could, might, be a thing being considered. Certainly the thought crossed my mind when we came up with this plan. But, no, I'm not in any way jealous. I shan't be giving Lili the cold shoulder later as we cuddle in bed, just the two of us. This, Lili fucking Jun as I helplessly watch, this is work. A job. A paycheck. It could, and maybe one day will, be me fucking some black or Indian or white girl, maybe even a girl with a real cock. All whilst Lili sits or stands or lays trussed up. Watching.
It's fine. It's.
Fun.
Lili returns to me, using my tongue to lube up her cock, having herself another fondle of my F cups whilst Jun lays and watches. She turns my vibrator up before leaving, bringing it to near full power, turning my quiet moans into louder ones, into sometime panting. Making what struggles I am doing become more so as I, at times, try to move my pussy away from the vibrators endless buzzing.
Which of course I can't.
Back on the bed Lili climbs up onto Jun, and the camera, the one at the back of the room anyway, captures a lovely five minute shot of Lili's butt and tattooed back as she grinds up and down atop Jun. Fucking her with the thick black cock, thrusting in and out until Jun orgasms, body shaking, panting behind her gag.
Her orgasm sets off my second. The look of them both as Jun comes, the smile on Lili's face as she turns to me. It all, combined with the vibrator working away at my clit, pushes me over the edge.
At which point it's all over. Lili climbs off, having kissed Jun's gagged lips quite forcefully, a kind of thank you I suppose. She wanders over and kisses me too, flicking off my vibrator as our tongues find and meet, our passion in no way staged. My want for her, and hers for me, there for all to see if they only look hard enough.
Wandering out of shot, off set, Lili turns off the camera's, before coming back to untie us both.
We let Jun shower, stripping and putting on hotel bathrobes as she does. Then, having been paid, she hugs us both on her way out of the door, back to her family. Her daughter.
"Shower time, B?"
"Sure."
"Come on then, let's.... huh?"
Having been walking ahead of me, shrugging off her bathrobe, Lili of course didn't see the playfulness in my eyes, nor did she see the cable ties peeking from my own bathrobes pocket, one of which is now, tightly, cinched around her wrists.
"And just what's all this about?" Still facing away from me, being a good girl and standing still as I loop a second around her elbows, bringing them together too. "Care to explain yourself," I can hear her smiling, "B?"
"Just." Coming around in front of her. "Taking charge." A shrug. "You know."
"I can see that." Lili nods. "You seem to have everything in hand here. Carry on then."
"I will." Smiling, letting my robe fall open, I step closer, eager to play.
We're checking out tomorrow, of the hotel in Tokyo. We'll be back in about four days of course, back to see Akio for video number five, our final shoot here before we head back to Osaka, back to the UK.
But, before all of that, tonight we've got our third video to shoot.
We took a day, yesterday, to explore Tokyo. A single day is nowhere near enough to find every treasure a large city has to offer, but this is a working holiday, our schedule is already set, so one full day was all we could spare.
But we made the most of it.
We visited a Bonsai growers, half nursery, half garden centre. The whole thing was open to the public though. You could, for a fee, go backstage and see the young saplings germinating, being trained as they grew, morphed and encouraged into the tiny little trees that would eventually make it out to the shop front for sale. This part of the day was Lili's gift to me.
"They're all just so," shaking her head, "perfect."
"I know." Walking down the final row of the final greenhouse, ahead of which the garden centre opens out. "Cute though."
"Definitely." Lili stops by a tiny pine tree. "Do you think you could?"
"Could?" She gestures to the tree, it's so damn small. "Could I grow one you mean?"
"Could you?"
"Maybe." I think. "Might be some false starts, and I'd need the right species. Do some research, buy seed stock from a trusted source and get the correct water sunlight balance. I'd need to.... What?"
"Nothing." Hands up in surrender, but she's grinning. I'd caught her nodding along, having triggered my work mode, she'd clearly been enjoying watching me get all technical.
"Behave Lil." I give her a gentle push. "Maybe I will grow some, show you what a good gardener I am."
"Good." Nodding, her smile still teasing and playful. "Yes, good. I'm sure you'll be the best small tree gardener in the whole kingdom B."
"That's right." I pull her into a hug, planting a kiss on her lips, painted black today to match her all black tee and denim shorts outfit, along with knee high boots. "We can't all be the best at tying our girlfriends up, so, I'll just have to be the best at filling our house up with green stuff."
She grins back at me, kissing me back. I like seeing the smile she gives me whenever I compliment her rope skills, a mixture somewhere between happy and mischievous.
After the small trees comes food, around which we take every opportunity to see the city's streets. Shunning the subway wherever possible, getting off a stop early to walk. And our efforts are rewarded by the discovery of another shrine, larger then the one we stumbled across in Osaka, but equally well tucked away, hidden in plain site from the modern buildings rising all around.
This shrine also sits at the centre of a very zen like garden. Peace and calm fills the whole space, even talking- and we do whisper as Lili and me sit together on a bench, relaxing -feels like breaking the rules.
In the evening is my treat to Lili. A ghost tour through Tokyo, which we both find amazing. Lili loves horror, which is a genre I'm growing to enjoy, and ghosts are just another part of that. Our guide, a middle aged Japanese man dressed the part in floor length dark brown coat and matching wide brimmed hat, turns out to be very knowledgeable. Happy to answer questions, happy to converse with his small group of just over a dozen in either Japanese or fairly smooth English.
The following day, today, we spend in the hotel. Prepping. Getting the room ready and testing out angles for Lili's cameras before our third arrives.
Which she does, at five. Her knock on our door coming bang on time.
Her name is Jun, a twenty eight year old native of Japan, currently living and working a normal office job in the US.
It was Jun who reached out to us, having seen the banner on Lili's site. Her initial email explained that in her early to mid twenties she'd had a career of sorts in bondage porn, only stopping when she fell pregnant two years ago. She was, Jun said, due to visit relatives in Japan soon. She gave us the dates, wondering whether we'd be anywhere around Tokyo during that time?
Well, as it happened yes we were. So Lili and me emailed her back, explaining what we'd be after from her, having already, by that point in our own planning, come up with a rough outline of the five shoots we wanted to film. At this stage we already had Master Yoshi- Akio -on board, and hiring Jun for shoot three would tie up one of only two remaining loose ends.
Yes. Jun had replied, she'd be happy to participate in the shoot we'd sent her a draft of. She was even willing to work with us for around half the usual fee, just for the opportunity to dip her toes back in the water.
So everything fell into place. And now here she is, stepping into our hotel room, all smiles and hugs.
She's slim, a skinny size eight like me, but shorter by a couple of inches. Jun's breasts are D cups like Lili's, but natural, looking smaller only due to the fact they aren't rounded and super pert. Her skin is the colour of all Japanese natives, maybe slightly darker in her case, and her hair, straight and brushing her shoulders, is dyed white.
"Jun, you made it."
"Lili, Brooke." Hugging us each in turn. "I did. Your hotel is only four stops on the local train service from where I'm staying."
"That's great." Lili smiles, I nod agreement. "Would you like a drink first?"
"Please."
We sit, Jun and me on chairs, Lili perched on the bed, sipping bottles of water. Jun looks over the contract, signing both copies before handing one back, which I take, slipping it into the folder where we keep our passports alongside the contracts Akio's already signed.
Three in the folder, two more still to join them.
"Ready?"
"Yes." Standing, rubbing her hands together. A small shiver. Pre game nerves? Runs through Jun's body, but she smiles. "Let's get started."
The cameras get flicked on now, in part for the bonus behind the scenes reel- you never know when something interesting will happen -but also because we aren't entirely sure what parts of everything that's about to happen we want in the finished product.
The plan for this shoot calls for quite a fair few things, one after the other, and it'll be up to Lili and me, later, to whittle everything down to just the best parts.
I'm already dressed, as is Lili, and all Jun needs to do is strip naked.
My outfit is lingerie. A matching white set. My bra has plenty of lace, enough that both cups are near see through, with the cups being on the small side too, and fashioned to have that plunge look. This allows for plenty of exposed skin, plenty of my breasts on show as the bra pushes them together.
The bottoms are a thong, with the centre part being lace too, meaning you can, almost, see hints of the darker skin around my pussy lips. The thongs waistband rises up high at both sides.
Lili is dressed like a girl in charge, everything she has on is black.
Up top a corset, one Lili often wears when a video calls for her to do the tying, to be the. 'Domme'. It's cinched very tight up her back, by me. The top of the corset has half cups, not covering her breasts, more like offering them up, presenting and displaying. The bottom, where most would end at the waist, is instead a flared lace skirt. Made of three layers, each sitting lower, peeking out from the one above, the skirt barely covers Lili's butt and crotch.
Out from underneath the skirt protrudes the large, thick, black cock Lili's strapped onto her crotch. It dangles out in front of her, bobbing as she walks and moves.
She's never worn this for me, nor me for her, we're content with each others tongues and fingers, plus the occasional vibrator or butt plug. Helping her into it earlier, then seeing her wander around wearing it, seeing it bouncing about, has been a source of humour for us both.
I think, though, having seen it on her: maybe I would like to be on the receiving end.
It just isn't my turn today.
Lili's final piece of clothing are knee high lace up boots, army style with chunky soles. These too are a part of her 'Domme' wear.
Her blonde hair is worn loose, brushed left so the right side of her face has only the shaved side on show. My own hair is loose too, tumbling down my back.
"Okay B." Lili, coming over to the chair I've sat myself in, holding plenty of rope and a gag. "Ready?"
"Ready."
"Good. Let's get you tied then."
Jun relaxes, naked, on the bed, the three of us- down to two once I'm gagged -exchanging small talk whilst Lili binds me in place.
It's just a normal looking chair, low wooden back, legs. No arms and a fairly comfy seat. My arms are tied together at wrist and elbow behind the chair, with my wrists secured to the chair too. My legs are tied at the ankles, spread wide apart to seperate front chair legs. No chest ropes, we decided the overall effect would look better if my bra and breasts weren't obstructed.
The gag is of the ring variety. A large silver ring to force my jaws open, to hold them open, whilst black leather straps buckle behind my head.
As a finishing touch Lili straps, using belts, a white and blue wand style vibrator to my right leg, ensuring it's pressed tight against my pussy and clit.
She leaves it turned off. For now.
"Happy?"
"Mmmfm." I nod, Lili grins back, giving me a thumbs up, leaning forwards to whisper in my ear. "You look incredible B. I love you." "Fffpppphhh." I sigh, happy. It's a nice feeling, being loved.
But work calls. So we begin.
This is the official start of the video. Me tied, but not yet teased, whilst Jun relaxes naked on the bed beside me, smiling.
Having walked off set, out of shot, Lili counts to ten, silently, then with rope and a ballgag in hand she steps forwards.
We've angled the cameras so that each can capture both me and the bed. One is against the wall beyond the foot board, pointing directly at the wall opposite, the beds head board, and a half side half front view of me trussed to the chair beside the head board. The second camera is beside and behind me, set higher. This will in effect be looking over my shoulder. My side, including the vibrator, and beyond me a good view of at least the top two thirds of the bed, looking slightly down.
Stopping before the bed, Lili tosses the rope- held in one hand -onto the mattress, then the ballgag in the other is thrown underarm, just so, to land in Juns lap.
Whilst Jun, obediently, gags herself, before laying down and adopting a starfish like spread out pose, face and breasts pointing at the ceiling, Lili wander over to me. As she approaches, our gazes locked- not entirely for the cameras benefit, I am, very, turned on by the sight of her bouncing cock and all around take charge look -she gives her strap on cock a couple of idle strokes.
Stopping very close, but just to the side so I'm still in clear view of the camera, Lili teases my forced open mouth with her cock, rubbing the tip in a circle around my lips, feeding that same tip into my mouth. I, try to, tease her back, flicking out my tongue to lick that tip.
She reaches down, still feeding me, on and off, her cock, but now fondling my lace covered breasts. Squeezing each in turn one handed. Making me moan and squirm. Lili smiles.
She doesn't tend to talk in her videos, with the exception of moans and the occasional entirely necessary speech. What she, and me too, don't enjoy are dialogue heavy porn shoots. We've talked about this, spending time cuddled up naked, watching videos, laughing and usually getting turned on to the eventual point where one of us winds up tied and fucked. But we agree, some people obviously do like it, but to us most talking in a porn video feels and sounds too false.
So Domme Lili tends to be silent Lili. Making her wishes know by gestures mostly, or by the fact that whatever model she's working with has read the script, so knows what's expected of her already.
Before she leaves me, having spent several minutes forcing me to give her cock a blowjob whilst fondling my breasts, Lili flicks on my vibrator, keeping the setting on low. More teasing.
Now her attention returns to Jun, who has sat up, to watch the action, but now as Lili advances around the bed towards her rope, clicking a finger and pointing down, Jun returns to her starfish position.
Which Lili, using four long lengths of rope, ties her in, forcing Jun to remain stretched and spread out naked on the bed.
Where she gets fucked.
Not prehaps the semi nasty hard and fast fuck you might expect a Domme to give. Lili starts slow, more teasing. Sitting on the bed, on the far side of Jun from me to put us all in frame, Lili runs hands all over Juns nakedness, exploring her splayed out body. Her breasts are squeezed. Her nipples are pinched and licked. Her pussy is explored first by trailing fingers, then Jun is bought to her first orgasm as Lili works at her slit, pushing three fingers inside Jun, pumping.
All through this she keeps glancing up at me. The implications being, and we hope it's picked up on, that she's torturing me by playing with, by fucking, Jun, right in front of helpless me.
And. Damn. But it is, genuinely, a very frustrating kind of turn on. Prehaps all the more so given she's my actual real life girlfriend. My moans, my occasional wriggles as the vibrator slowly climbs me up towards my own orgasm, one of two I'll mange throughout the video, it isn't faked or put on. Watching Lili play with Jun is incredible.
And, because I know it could, might, be a thing being considered. Certainly the thought crossed my mind when we came up with this plan. But, no, I'm not in any way jealous. I shan't be giving Lili the cold shoulder later as we cuddle in bed, just the two of us. This, Lili fucking Jun as I helplessly watch, this is work. A job. A paycheck. It could, and maybe one day will, be me fucking some black or Indian or white girl, maybe even a girl with a real cock. All whilst Lili sits or stands or lays trussed up. Watching.
It's fine. It's.
Fun.
Lili returns to me, using my tongue to lube up her cock, having herself another fondle of my F cups whilst Jun lays and watches. She turns my vibrator up before leaving, bringing it to near full power, turning my quiet moans into louder ones, into sometime panting. Making what struggles I am doing become more so as I, at times, try to move my pussy away from the vibrators endless buzzing.
Which of course I can't.
Back on the bed Lili climbs up onto Jun, and the camera, the one at the back of the room anyway, captures a lovely five minute shot of Lili's butt and tattooed back as she grinds up and down atop Jun. Fucking her with the thick black cock, thrusting in and out until Jun orgasms, body shaking, panting behind her gag.
Her orgasm sets off my second. The look of them both as Jun comes, the smile on Lili's face as she turns to me. It all, combined with the vibrator working away at my clit, pushes me over the edge.
At which point it's all over. Lili climbs off, having kissed Jun's gagged lips quite forcefully, a kind of thank you I suppose. She wanders over and kisses me too, flicking off my vibrator as our tongues find and meet, our passion in no way staged. My want for her, and hers for me, there for all to see if they only look hard enough.
Wandering out of shot, off set, Lili turns off the camera's, before coming back to untie us both.
We let Jun shower, stripping and putting on hotel bathrobes as she does. Then, having been paid, she hugs us both on her way out of the door, back to her family. Her daughter.
"Shower time, B?"
"Sure."
"Come on then, let's.... huh?"
Having been walking ahead of me, shrugging off her bathrobe, Lili of course didn't see the playfulness in my eyes, nor did she see the cable ties peeking from my own bathrobes pocket, one of which is now, tightly, cinched around her wrists.
"And just what's all this about?" Still facing away from me, being a good girl and standing still as I loop a second around her elbows, bringing them together too. "Care to explain yourself," I can hear her smiling, "B?"
"Just." Coming around in front of her. "Taking charge." A shrug. "You know."
"I can see that." Lili nods. "You seem to have everything in hand here. Carry on then."
"I will." Smiling, letting my robe fall open, I step closer, eager to play.
Hopefully the end of 032 was clear enough, your wait is over.
Brooke has just, begun to, tie Lili
Good writing, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. It was very detailed and clear. And, perhaps it is not necessary for me to say, it was very hot. Good show.
A List of my stories:An Unlikely Savior Completed
Spy Task Force Completed
Tale of an Archer Completed
The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23
There really isn't much I can say that I haven't already said... Really, really, really good continuation to an already-awesome story. I looove the way you write the relationship between Brooke and Lili. Having Jun there made the scene even better... and now we get to see Brooke tying Lili. Let's hope she will be more attentive than when she was on her shibari lesson. We wouldn't want Lili turning the tables on her, would we...?
This has really gotten my interest, and I just started reading 
-
tickletied84
- Centennial Club
- Posts: 490
- Joined: 6 years ago
- Location: Scotland
Wonderful description of the scene [mention]RopeBunny[/mention] - and then the cheekiness of Brooke trying to take charge at the end is adorable, let's see how long she can stage in charge!
I really have some catching up with this story! I will do so! 
033.
Lili steps forwards too, our bodies colliding, our lips locking as we kiss. Her wrists, and elbows, are bound behind her, held tight by black plastic cable ties that I've cinched tight to the point of digging in. She'll have marks, deep ones, by the time I remove them. But I know she won't care.
Lili, and me, we don't believe in doing bondage by half measures. Whether it's for fun, which this most certainly is, or for work, if you're going to be tied up then it ought to be done properly.
Which means no loose or badly knotted ropes.
Which means a gag should, always, be fastened to the furthest, smallest, setting.
The pain and discomfort is, for us, all part of the experience. It heightens our pleasure, makes everything so much more real. We know, once placed in bondage, that we really are helpless.
Well, unless you happen to be Lili, tied by me these past months anyway. She's consistently managed to find some way out of whatever I've put her in, ever since we started dating. But. These cable ties, the sheer skin digging tightness of them. I don't actually think she's getting out this time.
I do a little, private in my own head, happy dance at the thought. And then return my attention to my bound girlfriend.
"Needed that." Lili sighs, breaking the kiss. "All this bondage, day after day."
"I know." Huffing, shaking my head. "What a chore right?"
"Yeah, I love it t...." Stopping, frowning. I can see her replaying my words, see her eyes widen in shock, then her smile spread, as she realises what I just said. Which is of course a huge pile of made up crap.
"I know what you mean Lil," cupping her butt with both my hands, keeping her body pressed against me, "every shoot we do is like half frustrating and half just the biggest turn on ever."
"Agreed." A small shake of her head. This crazy life. "I've never worked with a partner, who knew it'd be so."
"Weird?"
"Fun."
"Boring?"
"No. B." Wriggling her bound arms. "I'd say having you as an official ropesluts travel buddy has been far from boring."
Which gives me a sudden, crazy, idea.
"B?"
"Just." Putting one of Lili's cameras down on the bed, lifting first one, then the other, tripod out of her backpack where we keep cameras and tripods stowed. "I had an idea."
"Care to share it with the whole class?"
"Sure." Working as I talk, setting one tripod up at the side of the bed, angled down slightly so it'll capture the whole mattress. Walking through to the bathroom, Lili trailing behind looking cute with her cable tied arms, setting the second tripod up facing the shower stall.
"I know we had a plan already, for shoot four." Which had been a simple enough plan: Lili tying me up on the overnight train, in whatever tie our no doubt small and cosy cabin allowed for. But. "What if, um."
"What if?" Prompting me, because I'd gone quiet, because I'd suddenly- amateur that I still am compared to website owning bondage pro Syn, Lili -gotten nervous about sharing. I turn around, and Lili gives me an encouraging smile. I smile back. "What if we shot video four here. Now?"
"So." Thinking, wriggling her tied arms. "Video four is. Me?"
"Yes. Like. Um." How do I describe this? "Video four could be, well." I reach forward, flicking Lili's nipple. "Me. Filming me. Tying you up and having a play."
"Okay."
"Really?" Smiling wide. Happy. Lili giggles at my reaction. "Sure. B. I know we both hate too much talking in a video. But. Like this. It could work?"
It could. I think. And besides. She said yes. So. I guess we're doing it.
Except. "Oh. Fuck." The realisation hits with a thud, one I feel, my heart speeding up as I. Sort of. Panic. The thought, a fun passing thing I grasped hold of and ran with, has led in less then five minutes to me now, basically, directing my first bondage shoot, with no prior experience, and largely no clue what works and what doesn't.
"Fuck."
"What?" Looking from me, to the camera I've just picked off the bed, which I'm staring at. "What's up B?"
"What if I screw this all up?"
"B." Stepping in close, rubbing her body, her breasts, against my side. The closest she can get to hugging me with her arms pinned behind her. The thought makes me smile. "You'll do great. Just." Leaning her head on my shoulder. "Be yourself. Have fun."
"Okay." Taking a couple of breaths, calming down, I reach up and pat Lili's head, hugging it into me. "Thanks Lil."
"Love you B."
"Love you Lil." I let go of her, step away. "Let's do this."
"Rope sluts fans." Holding the camera, one handed, pointed at my face from a high angle self shot style. The angle is purposeful of course, my breasts balloon out to fill the lower part of the frame. And I'm naked. So. That's a lot of pert rounded flesh. "Welcome, to update number four from our Japanese invasion."
"Now." I turn, changing the view behind me from a blank wall with a framed art print of a cherry tree in full pink blossom to our half closed curtains, Tokyo's evening sky lit up through the gap. "We did, Syn and me, have a plan for this video. But." I grin, bringing the camera in very close, my face filling the frame as I drop my voice to a whisper. "I've made a new plan. Want to see?"
"Come on." Voice back to normal, camera back to a higher, further away, angle, I make a follow me gesture with my free hand. "Come and see what I've done."
I giggle, on impulse reaching down to idly fondle my right breast, my giggle becoming a come on I'm horny and want to play smile as my fingers tease, for a moment, my nipple. "Oops. Sorry." Still giving the camera my best come and play smile. "Look."
By this point I've moved a couple of paces, from the window to the bed. I spin the camera, changing the view from me to Lili, sat naked on our neatly made hotel bed.
She's facing sideways, so the initial view of her is the counterbalance of her tied arms stuck behind her, and her rounded pert D cups sticking out in front. Keeping Lili in frame I come around the bed, then turn the camera as I sit, bringing both of us into shot, side by side.
"Say hello Lili." I grin, reaching around behind, hugging her to me. But. Lili doesn't answer, doesn't speak. Instead she gives me a kiss on the cheek. And then looks at me, a small smile on her pretty face.
"What?" Letting go, leaning back slightly. That smile, there's something teasing about it, like a secret she's almost ready to share. "Lil?"
"I can wait."
"Okay." I frown. "For what though? I thought," giving the camera a small shake, "we were shooting?"
"Oh." Smile widening. Lili nods. "We are."
"Well...?"
"Take your time." Lili gives me a, playful, look. "Plymouth."
"Oh."
"Indeed."
"Ha." Shaking my head. "Oops."
"Fucking amateur directors." Lili laughs. "Can't even remember the models name."
"Hey." Swatting Lili's closest nipple. "It isn't easy you know, all this pressure."
"Yes what a hard life you lead." Still laughing, pro behind the camera that my girlfriend is. "It's fine, B, easy mistake."
"So, what." I look down at the camera, still recording. "I've got to start again?"
"If you want to do this as a one take proper amateur looking thing?" Lili frowns, thinking. "Might be best, B."
"Damn it."
"It's fine." Kissing me on the cheek. "You'd only shot a minute or so. And it doesn't have to be word for word the same second time around."
"I." I sigh, acting all world weary. "Am not cut out for this kind of pressure."
"Behave." Laughing at my bad acting. Nudging me. "Now go back and start again."
"Yes boss." Jumping up. "Sorry boss." Throwing Lili my best salute. Her laughter, mingled with my own, following me back across the room.
"Say hello Syn." Hugging Lili to me, smiling as I kiss her cheek. I've managed to keep everything the same as my first go around, up to this point, remembering what I said and where I pointed the camera. Even having a little play with myself again.
"Kon'nichiwa." Lili smiles for the camera, leaning into me so our breasts squash together. "As you can see," pulling away from the hug, turning her body to the side so her breasts are facing me, arms held out behind her, "we went shopping. And now Plymouth, or." Raising an eyebrow. "Should that be Miss Plymouth?"
"What?" Caught off gaurd. Lili gives me a teasing smile. "Plymouth." I shake my head. "Right." Nodding. "Well. It seems Plymouth is going to be trying out the cable ties we bought." Lili stretches her arms. Winks at the camera. "On me."
Which is a big enough cue even I can hear it.
Standing up I mount the camera, on the tripod directly in front of where Lili's sat. Then, wandering in and out of shot I collect up more cable ties, the ballgag, plus a bullet vibrator we bought. Because the wand had been Juns, which left with her. I toss these things onto the bed as I make several passes in front of the camera.
"There." Climbing up onto the bed. "Now I'm ready to play."
"Wow." Nodding. "All of this, just for me?"
"Well." I shrug, moving into position. "Maybe." I kiss Lili on the cheek. "I guess we'll just have to make a start and see how it goes."
I'm sat behind Lili, my breasts pressing into her bound arms as she faces the camera. Her own legs are spread, though not wide, lower legs dangling off the bed, with mine on the outside of hers.
"I think. First."
"Shouldn't that be third, Plymouth?"
"Third," confused, "Syn?"
"Well." Grinning, and, the camera can't see, but she wriggles her bound arms against my breasts. "Wrists and elbows make two. So." A shrug. "Three."
"Smartass." I reach around, flicking her nipple. "Remind me why you aren't already gagged Syn?"
"Must be my brilliant conversation."
"Hmm."
"Anyway," working as I talk, "third." I pause, Lili opens her mouth, closes it. Opens it again. Giggles. "Honestly." I huff. "It's time to add more cable ties." Giving her left breast a grope with my free hand. "Here."
What I've done, is join two pairs of three cable ties together, making two long ties. I use these on Lili's breasts. One above. One below. I make sure to fondle her whilst I'm working, make sure to squeeze her breasts, and nipples, making her moan and arch back into me.
The benefit of lots of sex: I know how to turn my girl on.
I tighten these ties up just as much as the two she's already got. Pulling on all the six cables in turn, making a system out of it, making sure not to hurt Lili on purpose, not to trap any skin, but at the same time I want these two extra long lengths of black plastic to be digging into her. I want, and the camera, the audience will want too, to see her skin pinched by them.
Finished. I use a small pair of clippers, which we bought from the same shop as the cable ties and rope, to snip the loose ends. I'd already done this with her arm bindings.
Now I gag her.
"Open wide Syn." Which she does, without comment. Maybe she, like me, realises the underlying reason why an early gag in this video is a good plan: We aren't secret about our relationship, but it still- because nor are we screaming the fact on Facebook or anywhere else -isn't public knowledge. It isn't really something that needs revealing on ropesluts. But if I tease her hard enough, which I fully intend to do now, she'll tell me she loves me. Guaranteed.
And we don't need that in our video.
So she gets to wear the ballgag, strapped tight. After which, shuffling myself closer behind her, I use my own legs to spread and pin hers wider. Forcing Lili to expose her shaved pussy to the camera as I reach around her, the buzzing bullet vibrator in one hand, and get to work.
It's a good thing she's gagged. Because, likely due to my earlier mentioned knowledge of how to hit Lili's pleasure centres, when I do bring her over the peak, rushing down into and through her orgasm, using a combination of squeezing, and twisting, her nipple, and working the bullet into and out of her pussy. Lili screams. Loudly. Her moans cranking up to full volume, her whole body shaking as it presses into mine.
"And we're still not done." Grinning, climbing off Lili and the bed, collecting the camera. "You know," I've turned the camera back on myself, my face and breasts filling the frame, "all that playing." I wink. "I think we both need a shower." Sitting back down on the bed, bringing Lili into frame over my right shoulder. "What do you say, Syn, going to let me wash you?"
Lili nods, her eyes dancing. Will the camera pick that up? I climb off the bed, then film her rolling and struggling to do the same without the use of her arms. Then I follow her to the bathroom, getting a perfect shot of Lili's tattooed back and cable tied arms, not to mention her butt.
Mounting the camera on tripod number two, we climb into the shower stall, and, with a grin, I get to work.
Lili has another orgasm, courtesy of me:
on my knees, using my tongue to tease her pussy and clit as warm water cascades down from above. By now, shutting off the water, the poor girl can barely stand her body is so wrung out. So. "I think it's time we let poor Syn relax." I grin, the camera back in my hand and pointed at my face. "Rope sluts style." I wink, and giggle, before leading Lili back into the bedroom.
"There she is," sitting down beside Lili, patting her bare butt, making her moan and squrim, "all nice and tucked in for the night." Standing, I advance on the camera- mounted back on the bed facing tripod -stopping only when I'm sure I, mostly, fill the frame, with Lili just visible behind me. I stand with hands on hips, and grin. "Well. Rope Sluts, guys and girls. My rooms just down the hall." I point, enjoying the sound of Lili moaning behind me. She's had these cable ties digging in for quite some time now, and will almost certainly have some deep marks tomorrow.
Back in the bedroom, after spending a quick minute drying her off, mostly just fondling her breasts with the towel, I'd added yet more cable ties. Firstly around each breast, like a loop, tightened to pinch the whole of each breast individually. Then, after helping her up onto the bed, I cable tied her legs side by side in five different places, before using a final length of black plastic to hogtie her, as severely as I could.
That done I dragged Lili over to one side of our bed, laid on her side with her head on the pillow, facing the camera with the duvet folded so it isn't covering her, but does cover the empty side of the bed.
"So." I clap, rubbing my hands together. "It's bedtime for me." Stifling a- pretend -yawn, trying not to smile. "I'll leave the sexy Syn in your care. You promise to keep her entertained." Now I grin. "Right?" I pause, then nod. "Good. Excellent. Well." Blowing the camera a kiss. "Goodnight. Sweet dreams."
And off, out of frame, I walk. I'll leave the camera running for ten minutes, give Lili and chance to struggle, or simply lay still and moan. Whatever she thinks will work best.
Then I'll come and free her. I had, at the start of this, been determined to finally see her helpless. But I think she's had enough fun for one evening.
I'll just have to remember how good, how tight and effective, the cable ties are next time I get to bind her.
Lili steps forwards too, our bodies colliding, our lips locking as we kiss. Her wrists, and elbows, are bound behind her, held tight by black plastic cable ties that I've cinched tight to the point of digging in. She'll have marks, deep ones, by the time I remove them. But I know she won't care.
Lili, and me, we don't believe in doing bondage by half measures. Whether it's for fun, which this most certainly is, or for work, if you're going to be tied up then it ought to be done properly.
Which means no loose or badly knotted ropes.
Which means a gag should, always, be fastened to the furthest, smallest, setting.
The pain and discomfort is, for us, all part of the experience. It heightens our pleasure, makes everything so much more real. We know, once placed in bondage, that we really are helpless.
Well, unless you happen to be Lili, tied by me these past months anyway. She's consistently managed to find some way out of whatever I've put her in, ever since we started dating. But. These cable ties, the sheer skin digging tightness of them. I don't actually think she's getting out this time.
I do a little, private in my own head, happy dance at the thought. And then return my attention to my bound girlfriend.
"Needed that." Lili sighs, breaking the kiss. "All this bondage, day after day."
"I know." Huffing, shaking my head. "What a chore right?"
"Yeah, I love it t...." Stopping, frowning. I can see her replaying my words, see her eyes widen in shock, then her smile spread, as she realises what I just said. Which is of course a huge pile of made up crap.
"I know what you mean Lil," cupping her butt with both my hands, keeping her body pressed against me, "every shoot we do is like half frustrating and half just the biggest turn on ever."
"Agreed." A small shake of her head. This crazy life. "I've never worked with a partner, who knew it'd be so."
"Weird?"
"Fun."
"Boring?"
"No. B." Wriggling her bound arms. "I'd say having you as an official ropesluts travel buddy has been far from boring."
Which gives me a sudden, crazy, idea.
"B?"
"Just." Putting one of Lili's cameras down on the bed, lifting first one, then the other, tripod out of her backpack where we keep cameras and tripods stowed. "I had an idea."
"Care to share it with the whole class?"
"Sure." Working as I talk, setting one tripod up at the side of the bed, angled down slightly so it'll capture the whole mattress. Walking through to the bathroom, Lili trailing behind looking cute with her cable tied arms, setting the second tripod up facing the shower stall.
"I know we had a plan already, for shoot four." Which had been a simple enough plan: Lili tying me up on the overnight train, in whatever tie our no doubt small and cosy cabin allowed for. But. "What if, um."
"What if?" Prompting me, because I'd gone quiet, because I'd suddenly- amateur that I still am compared to website owning bondage pro Syn, Lili -gotten nervous about sharing. I turn around, and Lili gives me an encouraging smile. I smile back. "What if we shot video four here. Now?"
"So." Thinking, wriggling her tied arms. "Video four is. Me?"
"Yes. Like. Um." How do I describe this? "Video four could be, well." I reach forward, flicking Lili's nipple. "Me. Filming me. Tying you up and having a play."
"Okay."
"Really?" Smiling wide. Happy. Lili giggles at my reaction. "Sure. B. I know we both hate too much talking in a video. But. Like this. It could work?"
It could. I think. And besides. She said yes. So. I guess we're doing it.
Except. "Oh. Fuck." The realisation hits with a thud, one I feel, my heart speeding up as I. Sort of. Panic. The thought, a fun passing thing I grasped hold of and ran with, has led in less then five minutes to me now, basically, directing my first bondage shoot, with no prior experience, and largely no clue what works and what doesn't.
"Fuck."
"What?" Looking from me, to the camera I've just picked off the bed, which I'm staring at. "What's up B?"
"What if I screw this all up?"
"B." Stepping in close, rubbing her body, her breasts, against my side. The closest she can get to hugging me with her arms pinned behind her. The thought makes me smile. "You'll do great. Just." Leaning her head on my shoulder. "Be yourself. Have fun."
"Okay." Taking a couple of breaths, calming down, I reach up and pat Lili's head, hugging it into me. "Thanks Lil."
"Love you B."
"Love you Lil." I let go of her, step away. "Let's do this."
"Rope sluts fans." Holding the camera, one handed, pointed at my face from a high angle self shot style. The angle is purposeful of course, my breasts balloon out to fill the lower part of the frame. And I'm naked. So. That's a lot of pert rounded flesh. "Welcome, to update number four from our Japanese invasion."
"Now." I turn, changing the view behind me from a blank wall with a framed art print of a cherry tree in full pink blossom to our half closed curtains, Tokyo's evening sky lit up through the gap. "We did, Syn and me, have a plan for this video. But." I grin, bringing the camera in very close, my face filling the frame as I drop my voice to a whisper. "I've made a new plan. Want to see?"
"Come on." Voice back to normal, camera back to a higher, further away, angle, I make a follow me gesture with my free hand. "Come and see what I've done."
I giggle, on impulse reaching down to idly fondle my right breast, my giggle becoming a come on I'm horny and want to play smile as my fingers tease, for a moment, my nipple. "Oops. Sorry." Still giving the camera my best come and play smile. "Look."
By this point I've moved a couple of paces, from the window to the bed. I spin the camera, changing the view from me to Lili, sat naked on our neatly made hotel bed.
She's facing sideways, so the initial view of her is the counterbalance of her tied arms stuck behind her, and her rounded pert D cups sticking out in front. Keeping Lili in frame I come around the bed, then turn the camera as I sit, bringing both of us into shot, side by side.
"Say hello Lili." I grin, reaching around behind, hugging her to me. But. Lili doesn't answer, doesn't speak. Instead she gives me a kiss on the cheek. And then looks at me, a small smile on her pretty face.
"What?" Letting go, leaning back slightly. That smile, there's something teasing about it, like a secret she's almost ready to share. "Lil?"
"I can wait."
"Okay." I frown. "For what though? I thought," giving the camera a small shake, "we were shooting?"
"Oh." Smile widening. Lili nods. "We are."
"Well...?"
"Take your time." Lili gives me a, playful, look. "Plymouth."
"Oh."
"Indeed."
"Ha." Shaking my head. "Oops."
"Fucking amateur directors." Lili laughs. "Can't even remember the models name."
"Hey." Swatting Lili's closest nipple. "It isn't easy you know, all this pressure."
"Yes what a hard life you lead." Still laughing, pro behind the camera that my girlfriend is. "It's fine, B, easy mistake."
"So, what." I look down at the camera, still recording. "I've got to start again?"
"If you want to do this as a one take proper amateur looking thing?" Lili frowns, thinking. "Might be best, B."
"Damn it."
"It's fine." Kissing me on the cheek. "You'd only shot a minute or so. And it doesn't have to be word for word the same second time around."
"I." I sigh, acting all world weary. "Am not cut out for this kind of pressure."
"Behave." Laughing at my bad acting. Nudging me. "Now go back and start again."
"Yes boss." Jumping up. "Sorry boss." Throwing Lili my best salute. Her laughter, mingled with my own, following me back across the room.
"Say hello Syn." Hugging Lili to me, smiling as I kiss her cheek. I've managed to keep everything the same as my first go around, up to this point, remembering what I said and where I pointed the camera. Even having a little play with myself again.
"Kon'nichiwa." Lili smiles for the camera, leaning into me so our breasts squash together. "As you can see," pulling away from the hug, turning her body to the side so her breasts are facing me, arms held out behind her, "we went shopping. And now Plymouth, or." Raising an eyebrow. "Should that be Miss Plymouth?"
"What?" Caught off gaurd. Lili gives me a teasing smile. "Plymouth." I shake my head. "Right." Nodding. "Well. It seems Plymouth is going to be trying out the cable ties we bought." Lili stretches her arms. Winks at the camera. "On me."
Which is a big enough cue even I can hear it.
Standing up I mount the camera, on the tripod directly in front of where Lili's sat. Then, wandering in and out of shot I collect up more cable ties, the ballgag, plus a bullet vibrator we bought. Because the wand had been Juns, which left with her. I toss these things onto the bed as I make several passes in front of the camera.
"There." Climbing up onto the bed. "Now I'm ready to play."
"Wow." Nodding. "All of this, just for me?"
"Well." I shrug, moving into position. "Maybe." I kiss Lili on the cheek. "I guess we'll just have to make a start and see how it goes."
I'm sat behind Lili, my breasts pressing into her bound arms as she faces the camera. Her own legs are spread, though not wide, lower legs dangling off the bed, with mine on the outside of hers.
"I think. First."
"Shouldn't that be third, Plymouth?"
"Third," confused, "Syn?"
"Well." Grinning, and, the camera can't see, but she wriggles her bound arms against my breasts. "Wrists and elbows make two. So." A shrug. "Three."
"Smartass." I reach around, flicking her nipple. "Remind me why you aren't already gagged Syn?"
"Must be my brilliant conversation."
"Hmm."
"Anyway," working as I talk, "third." I pause, Lili opens her mouth, closes it. Opens it again. Giggles. "Honestly." I huff. "It's time to add more cable ties." Giving her left breast a grope with my free hand. "Here."
What I've done, is join two pairs of three cable ties together, making two long ties. I use these on Lili's breasts. One above. One below. I make sure to fondle her whilst I'm working, make sure to squeeze her breasts, and nipples, making her moan and arch back into me.
The benefit of lots of sex: I know how to turn my girl on.
I tighten these ties up just as much as the two she's already got. Pulling on all the six cables in turn, making a system out of it, making sure not to hurt Lili on purpose, not to trap any skin, but at the same time I want these two extra long lengths of black plastic to be digging into her. I want, and the camera, the audience will want too, to see her skin pinched by them.
Finished. I use a small pair of clippers, which we bought from the same shop as the cable ties and rope, to snip the loose ends. I'd already done this with her arm bindings.
Now I gag her.
"Open wide Syn." Which she does, without comment. Maybe she, like me, realises the underlying reason why an early gag in this video is a good plan: We aren't secret about our relationship, but it still- because nor are we screaming the fact on Facebook or anywhere else -isn't public knowledge. It isn't really something that needs revealing on ropesluts. But if I tease her hard enough, which I fully intend to do now, she'll tell me she loves me. Guaranteed.
And we don't need that in our video.
So she gets to wear the ballgag, strapped tight. After which, shuffling myself closer behind her, I use my own legs to spread and pin hers wider. Forcing Lili to expose her shaved pussy to the camera as I reach around her, the buzzing bullet vibrator in one hand, and get to work.
It's a good thing she's gagged. Because, likely due to my earlier mentioned knowledge of how to hit Lili's pleasure centres, when I do bring her over the peak, rushing down into and through her orgasm, using a combination of squeezing, and twisting, her nipple, and working the bullet into and out of her pussy. Lili screams. Loudly. Her moans cranking up to full volume, her whole body shaking as it presses into mine.
"And we're still not done." Grinning, climbing off Lili and the bed, collecting the camera. "You know," I've turned the camera back on myself, my face and breasts filling the frame, "all that playing." I wink. "I think we both need a shower." Sitting back down on the bed, bringing Lili into frame over my right shoulder. "What do you say, Syn, going to let me wash you?"
Lili nods, her eyes dancing. Will the camera pick that up? I climb off the bed, then film her rolling and struggling to do the same without the use of her arms. Then I follow her to the bathroom, getting a perfect shot of Lili's tattooed back and cable tied arms, not to mention her butt.
Mounting the camera on tripod number two, we climb into the shower stall, and, with a grin, I get to work.
Lili has another orgasm, courtesy of me:
on my knees, using my tongue to tease her pussy and clit as warm water cascades down from above. By now, shutting off the water, the poor girl can barely stand her body is so wrung out. So. "I think it's time we let poor Syn relax." I grin, the camera back in my hand and pointed at my face. "Rope sluts style." I wink, and giggle, before leading Lili back into the bedroom.
"There she is," sitting down beside Lili, patting her bare butt, making her moan and squrim, "all nice and tucked in for the night." Standing, I advance on the camera- mounted back on the bed facing tripod -stopping only when I'm sure I, mostly, fill the frame, with Lili just visible behind me. I stand with hands on hips, and grin. "Well. Rope Sluts, guys and girls. My rooms just down the hall." I point, enjoying the sound of Lili moaning behind me. She's had these cable ties digging in for quite some time now, and will almost certainly have some deep marks tomorrow.
Back in the bedroom, after spending a quick minute drying her off, mostly just fondling her breasts with the towel, I'd added yet more cable ties. Firstly around each breast, like a loop, tightened to pinch the whole of each breast individually. Then, after helping her up onto the bed, I cable tied her legs side by side in five different places, before using a final length of black plastic to hogtie her, as severely as I could.
That done I dragged Lili over to one side of our bed, laid on her side with her head on the pillow, facing the camera with the duvet folded so it isn't covering her, but does cover the empty side of the bed.
"So." I clap, rubbing my hands together. "It's bedtime for me." Stifling a- pretend -yawn, trying not to smile. "I'll leave the sexy Syn in your care. You promise to keep her entertained." Now I grin. "Right?" I pause, then nod. "Good. Excellent. Well." Blowing the camera a kiss. "Goodnight. Sweet dreams."
And off, out of frame, I walk. I'll leave the camera running for ten minutes, give Lili and chance to struggle, or simply lay still and moan. Whatever she thinks will work best.
Then I'll come and free her. I had, at the start of this, been determined to finally see her helpless. But I think she's had enough fun for one evening.
I'll just have to remember how good, how tight and effective, the cable ties are next time I get to bind her.
Oh, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. That was so good! I can see why [mention]slackywacky[/mention] wants to tie up Lili. I want to also. All dom men want to. And I expect all dom women would like to as well. Lili and Plymouth are just perfect as a team. Keep up the good work, please.
A List of my stories:An Unlikely Savior Completed
Spy Task Force Completed
Tale of an Archer Completed
The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23
-
slackywacky
- Millennial Club
- Posts: 2616
- Joined: 5 years ago
- Location: Canada
That is one hot video. Wonder where it is available online
Great chapter and I agree with the early gag, it was probably needed.
Great chapter and I agree with the early gag, it was probably needed.
Thanks for reading. Feel free to comment.
Slackywacky, also @DeviantArt
My active stories:
Slackywacky, also @DeviantArt
My active stories:
- All in the family - Updated 21/03
- Bondage model by choice - Updated 10/04
- Hitchhiker - Updated 29/03
034.
We've got four days. We decide to change our plans.
The only reason for catching the night train West to Izumo was shoot four. The idea, Lili tying me up at night, on a train, curtains open so- they won't but maybe, if the train slowed down or actually stopped -anyone could see. It had been a good idea. But thanks to me we now have a shoot four, in the can.
All that's left here in Japan, work wise, is our final shoot, our third with Akio. And that's in five days, which means we have four days free. To do?
So. We change our plans. Four days to explore Japan. We spend all night talking, planning, making reservations. "Happy. B?"
"Yes." Everything done, cuddled up naked in bed, drifting off, I smile. "It's going to be hectic, but fun."
"Always fun on the Brooke and Lili show."
"Don't you mean," cuddling her back, giving her breast a brief squeeze, "the Syn and Plymouth show?"
"Hmmm." Lili smiles, eyes closed. I close mine too, keeping hold of her breast as sleep claims me.
Day one.
There are places that, for a fee, will store things. Lili has her black backpack, I have my camo messenger bag: our carry ons for the flight. Before leaving the hotel we, with careful thought, select clothes and bathroom stuff to last us, making sure to leave space for. Well. Whatever small curiosities we might find along the way. Space too for snacks we'll buy as we travel. For water.
Unfortunately we can't bring the ropes, or the gag.
We stow our suitcases, full of clothes and Lili's filming equipment, plus the ropes, plus those things we've already bought. Everything fits easily inside the locker, for which we're issued a receipt, and a key.
Feeling less weighed down, one bag each, dressed in shorts and tee's, we head for the train station, excited for a second ride on the Shinkansen.
It's late by the time we arrive in Hiroshima, and we're both weary from a busy day spent sorting and travelling. So we check into our hotel, nothing fancy, some kind of chain brand like Holiday Inn. We eat, relaxing afterwards in the hotel bar, sharing a half dozen drinks between us whilst some really random and crazy looking gameshow plays on the overhead flatscreens.
It's the same show, one episode following another. The host is young, male, wearing a suit with no jacket and a tie at least three times too wide and long. The whole thing is clearly a comedy as he repeatedly almost trips over it. A steady stream of female contestants, all wearing bikinis- which we decide must be a requirement -compete in a variety of insane looking games. Most of which involve water, either as a trap to fall into or as something to wade through, and quite often as something to be shot by.
"How do they even pick a winner?" I muse, asking what we're both clearly thinking, having just watched a game where not one girl made it anywhere close to the finish line before being tackled by one of six bad guy girls- most games feature opponents -all of whom for this game were dressed around the theme of schoolgirl.
"I don't think," Lili points, smirking as for at least the tenth time- one time it was one of the bad guy girls, which made us both laugh and cheer -someone's breast nearly pops out, "that winning is the point of this."
We go to bed late, having gotten far more into the gameshow then we'd realised. A half dozen drinks becoming a dozen.
Day two.
We both just wanted to see. That's why we came.
There's a certain morbid fascination, a kind of not good curiousity, to being here. Seeing everything in the museum, photo after photo showing the all too real aftermath of Little Boy. The first bomb of it's kind to be used in anger. Such a strange, almost comical, name, for something that ended thousands of lives in an instant.
In the middle of the city sits a dome topped building, the closest thing still standing post blast. And though all around it life has sprung up anew it's skeletal remains still stand sentinel. A silent reminder of just how bad war could, and did, become.
"Why do you suppose nobody's used one since?"
"Well." Being the younger of us, and I quite like the parts of history dealing in wars, I pause for a moment, trying to find an answer. Lili waits, the two of us sat on a bench facing the bombed out dome, eating a lunch of wraps and some kind of rice cake crisps. "Maybe." Think Brooke. Nope. I know there is a, real, reason, but right now, in this fresh place built on the ruins of old Hiroshima. Nothing.
"Doesnt everyone have a bomb now?"
"Um." Everyone? "We do." My brain sluggishly wakes up. "Um. The Americans and the Russians."
"Obviously."
"Ha." Quietly though, this doesn't feel like the place to crack jokes, neither of us has talked much above a whisper all day. "The French?"
"China?"
"Maybe." I nod. I could pull out my phone, check, but, sometimes actual facts can spoil a good conversation. "I think," tentatively grasping a possible truth my brain is, only now, offering up, "maybe too many people have them now. So. If one person shoots, then," shrugging, "everyone else shoots them back."
"Makes sense." Lili nods, shivers at the thought all the same. As do I.
Who'd be mad or angry enough to launch one now, knowing the counter launch would see you wiped out?
We see more sights, staying on foot, no plan or destination save that eventually we must arrive at the train station, for our early evening Shinkansen.
Which whisks us back East, to Kyoto. Japan's old capital city.
Our hotel rooms flatscreen has an anime channel, so instead of eating out we order in, managing to find and order pizza on our phones. We shower, and, managing to finally put Hiroshima behind us, to smile and joke without feeling guilty, we laze around naked, eating first the hot food, then later some chocolate we bought at Kyoto station.
As the evening wears on the anime turns, by degrees, more adult. The girls, always for the most part busty, start to visibly bounce whenever they move, added to which the level of nudity creeps up and up, from nothing to the occasional flash of nipple, to full in your face breasts- bouncing of course -to complete nudity.
There's even a scattering of bondage scenes. Rope mostly, but also other things: we watch, amazed, as a group of four girls out hiking are captured by living vines, wrapped up and vanished. "And." Lili, pointing. "It's always the girl at the back."
"Hang on." Mock outrage, grabbing hold of Lili to roll her over on the bed, pinning her down. "Is that why you always insist on going first whenever we come to a narrow path?"
"Well." Grinning, and even though I should know better by now her sudden reversal still catches me out. "I just think." Grinning, which I can hear but can't see. She's managed, easily as usual, to pin my arms behind me, holding them with one of her own at my elbows as I lay atop her, both of us facing the ceiling. Her legs are wrapping mine, pulling them apart, as her spare hand fondles my breasts.
"All these breasts," squeezing as she plants gentle kisses in a trail up my neck, "how could any crazy weird plant monster resist. B."
"Hey." Struggling, but not really, mostly only because I know if I do she'll force my legs wider, will grip my elbows tighter. "You're forgetting, Lil." Pausing to grin as my legs are indeed yanked wider apart. "I'm a friend to all plants." Reaching down with my pinned hands I tickle Lili's crotch. "Even the monsters."
Of course my tickling makes her giggle, makes her relax her hold, allowing me to spin our grappling back around into a position of power for me.
And on the game goes, wrestling as foreplay, teasing and pinning and kissing and bravado.
All good fun.
Day three.
We wake early, and dress for a day of walking: shorts and vest tops, sunglasses, coats packed but not worn. Sensible trainers on our feet.
"Arashiyama."
"It's tall." I comment, looking up as we approach the mountain, the name of which translates, we discovered, as storm mountain. "We're not climbing it," I wouldn't mind, but, "are we Lil?"
"Don't imagine you can in half a day?"
"Well." Looking up again. "Let's hope not."
We've paid for a half days tour of the area around Arashiyama. Most notably the bamboo forest. Which, as the name implies, is a forest sized area of tall straight bamboo. Which, as we pass through, walking up and down made paths, the whole forest has this eerie whistling rustle whenever the wind blows.
"Spooky." Lili decides with a smile. "I like it."
"Maybe this is where the plant monster lives?" I offer. "You know, from.... Hey."
"What?" All innocence, pointedly walking in front of me now, nothing behind but empty, whispering, forest. "Oh. Well." Grinning. "I just thought, you know, with all your tree knowledge you could probably just talk the bamboo out of kidnapping you."
"Maybe I'll tell it to kidnap you instead."
"Well maybe I'll.... Hey." Only just noticing I've picked up my pace, am now speed walking away from her, leaving Lili at the back. "Come here."
Lili lunges, trying to grab me as I pass, a move I easily dodge, laughing, then breaking into a faster walk. She matches my pace, and in moments we're nearly jogging our way passed the other two dozen members of our tour group, most of whom give us amused expressions as we pass.
Until we reach the front, coming face to face with the female tour guide, an older lady in jeans and company tee, plus very good quality walking boots. "Yes," raised eyebrows, "ladies. You have a. Question?"
"Oh."
"Um." Trying not to smile. "Sorry."
"Moving on then." Not cross, she treats us, Lili and me, to a smile of indulgence for our game, which the whole group clearly saw.
And we move on.
What part of the day we do have left we use to explore the city itself. Kyoto has so many more old buildings then anywhere else we've been. So, we sightsee, we pose and take pictures. We- thinking of Akio and his basement, of Japan -buy a flag from a small shop we find specialising in authentic things. An old five foot by three Japanese flag: sixteen red rays framing the rising sun on a white background.
We eat out, finding a street market, sampling a dozen dishes between us, enjoying the warm evening, winding down watching the people go by as Lili leans her head on my shoulder, the two of us sat on a bench.
"Last shoot."
"Yeah." Nodding. "Then home. Back to life."
"Back to work for you, B."
"And you." Thinking of all the footage we've shot, video to be edited, stills to be taken. Of course I'll help, but, Lili knows far better then me how and what needs doing. "It's going to feel weird," looking down at her hand in mine, "being apart after so long together."
"Going to miss you B," kissing my cheek, "wish we had a place to put all this stuff we just bought."
"Maybe...?"
"B?" A small, there and gone, upward tilt at the corners of her mouth. A response to my own half smile. "What?"
"Well." There's no right moment to talk about this stuff. Right? "I mean." Letting go of Lili, turning my body to face hers, bringing one leg up onto the bench. I take a breath, helped by Lili's growing smile. Can she sense my words coming?
"Let's find a house."
"Really?" Smiling so wide you'd think her face will split in two. I nod, taking Lili's hands again as she moves sideways too, facing me with her own leg hitched up pressing into mine. "Yes."
"I." She nods. "I want to. And. Yes." Kissing me. "Fuck yes. B. Really?"
"Yes."
"You," voice dropping, looking down, "you're sure?"
"I am." Tilting her face back up, kissing her. "I want you. Us. Lil. Me and you together."
"Well then." Giggling, all but leaping onto my lap, forcing me to quickly catch her lest she fall straight back off onto the grass below. "Let's do this." Hugging me tight. "Me and you B. I'm all yours for as long as you'll have me."
"So about a month then?"
"Hey." Swatting me, playfully. "Be nice or I'll murder all those little trees you promised to grow."
"Those poor defenceless trees?"
"Yes." Miming cutting. "Snip snip."
"Do that." Wagging my finger in her face, playing along because of course she isn't serious, and she knew, knows, I'm not either. But playing is mostly what we do, enjoying the back and forth. "Harm my little tree army and I'll lock you up to the.... Um...."
"To the?" Twirling a hand. "Come on B. Think think think." Lili grins, tapping her head. "What will you lock me to?"
"A post of our lovely four poster bed that you're going to buy me."
"I am?"
"Yes." Nodding. "As a moving in present."
"And just what lovely, expensive, thing, will you buy me?"
"How about a kitten?"
"I can have a kitten?"
"Sure." Nodding. She's always wanted a cat, but her flat, a rental, doesn't allow pets that aren't caged. "Whichever type you want."
Day four.
Which we spend in Tokyo, having caught a breakfast time Shinkansen East from Kyoto.
Having arrived we collect our belongings, then book into a hotel. Well be here for two nights: today for fun, tomorrow for Akio and shoot five, then it's a final bullet train back to Osaka, and our scheduled flight home.
Fun today means the arcades.
The Japanese love tech, and games, so finding several whole multistorey buildings dedicated to gaming is easy. It's like back home on the pier I remember visiting some summers as a kid, all flashing lights and noise. Only much, much, crazier.
We don't play to win, none of the endless machines we pump Yen into are for gambling, except in one arcade, where a whole floor is given over to machines of all different types, and on all of them winning equals tickets. And tickets equals your choice of a prize. These we play, spending well over two hours amassing quite a haul, after which we pick out a small cuddly toy Pokemon each. Psyduck for me, and Magikarp for Lili.
Dinner is a burger each and shared chips, eaten standing up at a raised counter, at a small fast food place inside one of the arcades. We talk as we eat, our prizes flanking the chips.
It's well after midnight when we get back to our room, having stopped at the bar first for an ice filled bucket, filled with a half dozen bottles of beer, and some snacks.
We eat, and drink, feeling happy, stripping as we go, making a game out of trying to remove some clothing without the other noticing.
Eventually, naked, we climb under the covers and fuck, me burrowing down, reversing my body so I can tease Lili with my tongue, parting her legs even as I feel my own being spread wide, feel her getting to work on me.
We'd turned Psyduck and Magikarp around first though, of course, made them face the wall, giggling as we did like the drunken idiots we are.
After sex comes sleep, drifting off cuddled together, the bucket of ice melting quietly on the floor beside us.
We've got four days. We decide to change our plans.
The only reason for catching the night train West to Izumo was shoot four. The idea, Lili tying me up at night, on a train, curtains open so- they won't but maybe, if the train slowed down or actually stopped -anyone could see. It had been a good idea. But thanks to me we now have a shoot four, in the can.
All that's left here in Japan, work wise, is our final shoot, our third with Akio. And that's in five days, which means we have four days free. To do?
So. We change our plans. Four days to explore Japan. We spend all night talking, planning, making reservations. "Happy. B?"
"Yes." Everything done, cuddled up naked in bed, drifting off, I smile. "It's going to be hectic, but fun."
"Always fun on the Brooke and Lili show."
"Don't you mean," cuddling her back, giving her breast a brief squeeze, "the Syn and Plymouth show?"
"Hmmm." Lili smiles, eyes closed. I close mine too, keeping hold of her breast as sleep claims me.
Day one.
There are places that, for a fee, will store things. Lili has her black backpack, I have my camo messenger bag: our carry ons for the flight. Before leaving the hotel we, with careful thought, select clothes and bathroom stuff to last us, making sure to leave space for. Well. Whatever small curiosities we might find along the way. Space too for snacks we'll buy as we travel. For water.
Unfortunately we can't bring the ropes, or the gag.
We stow our suitcases, full of clothes and Lili's filming equipment, plus the ropes, plus those things we've already bought. Everything fits easily inside the locker, for which we're issued a receipt, and a key.
Feeling less weighed down, one bag each, dressed in shorts and tee's, we head for the train station, excited for a second ride on the Shinkansen.
It's late by the time we arrive in Hiroshima, and we're both weary from a busy day spent sorting and travelling. So we check into our hotel, nothing fancy, some kind of chain brand like Holiday Inn. We eat, relaxing afterwards in the hotel bar, sharing a half dozen drinks between us whilst some really random and crazy looking gameshow plays on the overhead flatscreens.
It's the same show, one episode following another. The host is young, male, wearing a suit with no jacket and a tie at least three times too wide and long. The whole thing is clearly a comedy as he repeatedly almost trips over it. A steady stream of female contestants, all wearing bikinis- which we decide must be a requirement -compete in a variety of insane looking games. Most of which involve water, either as a trap to fall into or as something to wade through, and quite often as something to be shot by.
"How do they even pick a winner?" I muse, asking what we're both clearly thinking, having just watched a game where not one girl made it anywhere close to the finish line before being tackled by one of six bad guy girls- most games feature opponents -all of whom for this game were dressed around the theme of schoolgirl.
"I don't think," Lili points, smirking as for at least the tenth time- one time it was one of the bad guy girls, which made us both laugh and cheer -someone's breast nearly pops out, "that winning is the point of this."
We go to bed late, having gotten far more into the gameshow then we'd realised. A half dozen drinks becoming a dozen.
Day two.
We both just wanted to see. That's why we came.
There's a certain morbid fascination, a kind of not good curiousity, to being here. Seeing everything in the museum, photo after photo showing the all too real aftermath of Little Boy. The first bomb of it's kind to be used in anger. Such a strange, almost comical, name, for something that ended thousands of lives in an instant.
In the middle of the city sits a dome topped building, the closest thing still standing post blast. And though all around it life has sprung up anew it's skeletal remains still stand sentinel. A silent reminder of just how bad war could, and did, become.
"Why do you suppose nobody's used one since?"
"Well." Being the younger of us, and I quite like the parts of history dealing in wars, I pause for a moment, trying to find an answer. Lili waits, the two of us sat on a bench facing the bombed out dome, eating a lunch of wraps and some kind of rice cake crisps. "Maybe." Think Brooke. Nope. I know there is a, real, reason, but right now, in this fresh place built on the ruins of old Hiroshima. Nothing.
"Doesnt everyone have a bomb now?"
"Um." Everyone? "We do." My brain sluggishly wakes up. "Um. The Americans and the Russians."
"Obviously."
"Ha." Quietly though, this doesn't feel like the place to crack jokes, neither of us has talked much above a whisper all day. "The French?"
"China?"
"Maybe." I nod. I could pull out my phone, check, but, sometimes actual facts can spoil a good conversation. "I think," tentatively grasping a possible truth my brain is, only now, offering up, "maybe too many people have them now. So. If one person shoots, then," shrugging, "everyone else shoots them back."
"Makes sense." Lili nods, shivers at the thought all the same. As do I.
Who'd be mad or angry enough to launch one now, knowing the counter launch would see you wiped out?
We see more sights, staying on foot, no plan or destination save that eventually we must arrive at the train station, for our early evening Shinkansen.
Which whisks us back East, to Kyoto. Japan's old capital city.
Our hotel rooms flatscreen has an anime channel, so instead of eating out we order in, managing to find and order pizza on our phones. We shower, and, managing to finally put Hiroshima behind us, to smile and joke without feeling guilty, we laze around naked, eating first the hot food, then later some chocolate we bought at Kyoto station.
As the evening wears on the anime turns, by degrees, more adult. The girls, always for the most part busty, start to visibly bounce whenever they move, added to which the level of nudity creeps up and up, from nothing to the occasional flash of nipple, to full in your face breasts- bouncing of course -to complete nudity.
There's even a scattering of bondage scenes. Rope mostly, but also other things: we watch, amazed, as a group of four girls out hiking are captured by living vines, wrapped up and vanished. "And." Lili, pointing. "It's always the girl at the back."
"Hang on." Mock outrage, grabbing hold of Lili to roll her over on the bed, pinning her down. "Is that why you always insist on going first whenever we come to a narrow path?"
"Well." Grinning, and even though I should know better by now her sudden reversal still catches me out. "I just think." Grinning, which I can hear but can't see. She's managed, easily as usual, to pin my arms behind me, holding them with one of her own at my elbows as I lay atop her, both of us facing the ceiling. Her legs are wrapping mine, pulling them apart, as her spare hand fondles my breasts.
"All these breasts," squeezing as she plants gentle kisses in a trail up my neck, "how could any crazy weird plant monster resist. B."
"Hey." Struggling, but not really, mostly only because I know if I do she'll force my legs wider, will grip my elbows tighter. "You're forgetting, Lil." Pausing to grin as my legs are indeed yanked wider apart. "I'm a friend to all plants." Reaching down with my pinned hands I tickle Lili's crotch. "Even the monsters."
Of course my tickling makes her giggle, makes her relax her hold, allowing me to spin our grappling back around into a position of power for me.
And on the game goes, wrestling as foreplay, teasing and pinning and kissing and bravado.
All good fun.
Day three.
We wake early, and dress for a day of walking: shorts and vest tops, sunglasses, coats packed but not worn. Sensible trainers on our feet.
"Arashiyama."
"It's tall." I comment, looking up as we approach the mountain, the name of which translates, we discovered, as storm mountain. "We're not climbing it," I wouldn't mind, but, "are we Lil?"
"Don't imagine you can in half a day?"
"Well." Looking up again. "Let's hope not."
We've paid for a half days tour of the area around Arashiyama. Most notably the bamboo forest. Which, as the name implies, is a forest sized area of tall straight bamboo. Which, as we pass through, walking up and down made paths, the whole forest has this eerie whistling rustle whenever the wind blows.
"Spooky." Lili decides with a smile. "I like it."
"Maybe this is where the plant monster lives?" I offer. "You know, from.... Hey."
"What?" All innocence, pointedly walking in front of me now, nothing behind but empty, whispering, forest. "Oh. Well." Grinning. "I just thought, you know, with all your tree knowledge you could probably just talk the bamboo out of kidnapping you."
"Maybe I'll tell it to kidnap you instead."
"Well maybe I'll.... Hey." Only just noticing I've picked up my pace, am now speed walking away from her, leaving Lili at the back. "Come here."
Lili lunges, trying to grab me as I pass, a move I easily dodge, laughing, then breaking into a faster walk. She matches my pace, and in moments we're nearly jogging our way passed the other two dozen members of our tour group, most of whom give us amused expressions as we pass.
Until we reach the front, coming face to face with the female tour guide, an older lady in jeans and company tee, plus very good quality walking boots. "Yes," raised eyebrows, "ladies. You have a. Question?"
"Oh."
"Um." Trying not to smile. "Sorry."
"Moving on then." Not cross, she treats us, Lili and me, to a smile of indulgence for our game, which the whole group clearly saw.
And we move on.
What part of the day we do have left we use to explore the city itself. Kyoto has so many more old buildings then anywhere else we've been. So, we sightsee, we pose and take pictures. We- thinking of Akio and his basement, of Japan -buy a flag from a small shop we find specialising in authentic things. An old five foot by three Japanese flag: sixteen red rays framing the rising sun on a white background.
We eat out, finding a street market, sampling a dozen dishes between us, enjoying the warm evening, winding down watching the people go by as Lili leans her head on my shoulder, the two of us sat on a bench.
"Last shoot."
"Yeah." Nodding. "Then home. Back to life."
"Back to work for you, B."
"And you." Thinking of all the footage we've shot, video to be edited, stills to be taken. Of course I'll help, but, Lili knows far better then me how and what needs doing. "It's going to feel weird," looking down at her hand in mine, "being apart after so long together."
"Going to miss you B," kissing my cheek, "wish we had a place to put all this stuff we just bought."
"Maybe...?"
"B?" A small, there and gone, upward tilt at the corners of her mouth. A response to my own half smile. "What?"
"Well." There's no right moment to talk about this stuff. Right? "I mean." Letting go of Lili, turning my body to face hers, bringing one leg up onto the bench. I take a breath, helped by Lili's growing smile. Can she sense my words coming?
"Let's find a house."
"Really?" Smiling so wide you'd think her face will split in two. I nod, taking Lili's hands again as she moves sideways too, facing me with her own leg hitched up pressing into mine. "Yes."
"I." She nods. "I want to. And. Yes." Kissing me. "Fuck yes. B. Really?"
"Yes."
"You," voice dropping, looking down, "you're sure?"
"I am." Tilting her face back up, kissing her. "I want you. Us. Lil. Me and you together."
"Well then." Giggling, all but leaping onto my lap, forcing me to quickly catch her lest she fall straight back off onto the grass below. "Let's do this." Hugging me tight. "Me and you B. I'm all yours for as long as you'll have me."
"So about a month then?"
"Hey." Swatting me, playfully. "Be nice or I'll murder all those little trees you promised to grow."
"Those poor defenceless trees?"
"Yes." Miming cutting. "Snip snip."
"Do that." Wagging my finger in her face, playing along because of course she isn't serious, and she knew, knows, I'm not either. But playing is mostly what we do, enjoying the back and forth. "Harm my little tree army and I'll lock you up to the.... Um...."
"To the?" Twirling a hand. "Come on B. Think think think." Lili grins, tapping her head. "What will you lock me to?"
"A post of our lovely four poster bed that you're going to buy me."
"I am?"
"Yes." Nodding. "As a moving in present."
"And just what lovely, expensive, thing, will you buy me?"
"How about a kitten?"
"I can have a kitten?"
"Sure." Nodding. She's always wanted a cat, but her flat, a rental, doesn't allow pets that aren't caged. "Whichever type you want."
Day four.
Which we spend in Tokyo, having caught a breakfast time Shinkansen East from Kyoto.
Having arrived we collect our belongings, then book into a hotel. Well be here for two nights: today for fun, tomorrow for Akio and shoot five, then it's a final bullet train back to Osaka, and our scheduled flight home.
Fun today means the arcades.
The Japanese love tech, and games, so finding several whole multistorey buildings dedicated to gaming is easy. It's like back home on the pier I remember visiting some summers as a kid, all flashing lights and noise. Only much, much, crazier.
We don't play to win, none of the endless machines we pump Yen into are for gambling, except in one arcade, where a whole floor is given over to machines of all different types, and on all of them winning equals tickets. And tickets equals your choice of a prize. These we play, spending well over two hours amassing quite a haul, after which we pick out a small cuddly toy Pokemon each. Psyduck for me, and Magikarp for Lili.
Dinner is a burger each and shared chips, eaten standing up at a raised counter, at a small fast food place inside one of the arcades. We talk as we eat, our prizes flanking the chips.
It's well after midnight when we get back to our room, having stopped at the bar first for an ice filled bucket, filled with a half dozen bottles of beer, and some snacks.
We eat, and drink, feeling happy, stripping as we go, making a game out of trying to remove some clothing without the other noticing.
Eventually, naked, we climb under the covers and fuck, me burrowing down, reversing my body so I can tease Lili with my tongue, parting her legs even as I feel my own being spread wide, feel her getting to work on me.
We'd turned Psyduck and Magikarp around first though, of course, made them face the wall, giggling as we did like the drunken idiots we are.
After sex comes sleep, drifting off cuddled together, the bucket of ice melting quietly on the floor beside us.
I can't get over how adorable these two are. Such a great tale. Thank you.
You have a great story, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention], making it fun to read even without tugs. Glad to see them taking the next step together.
A List of my stories:An Unlikely Savior Completed
Spy Task Force Completed
Tale of an Archer Completed
The Bandit Scout on Newhome updated 05/30/23