"Ever go to college?"
"Mmff mmgmm." I nod, unable to speak, unable really to do anything save lay here. A tightly rope trussed, naked, parcel. I'm in no position to do anything except what Emiko wants me to do.
Which, simply put: is to listen to her story.
Oh, and I get to watch as, legs spread wide, pants removed, Emiko teases and explores her pussy.
"I we...." Pause. Breathe. Emiko tuts, shakes her head. "Skip it. I go to college. S'nice. Like a small town with the dorms and shop, places to eat. All self contained and cosy. But." A brief laugh. "Anyway. B. Describing college isn't going to make either of us horny." A quirked smile, her hand resting just to the side of her- in shadow but still clearly visible - dark hair covered pussy. "But. I used to have this daydream."
"Want to hear it?"
"Ffggggmm ffpffffmmggm." Actually, what I want is a taste of what's between her legs, maybe after binding Emiko's sexy, skinny, small but perfectly perky breast topped body, to my bed. I bet she tastes good. But. I can't say that. Can't say anything. So I nod. Yes.
"Good." Smiling, hand beginning to rub up and down, teasing at her own slit, at the edge of one pussy lip. "Well...."
"I had my own room. Supposed to share, two beds to a room, everyone shares. But." A small smile. "My roommate dropped out midway through the year, and, some kind of error? Something? The spare bed was never filled."
"So." The smile grows, Emiko widens her legs, is still rubbing just to one side of her slit. "There I was. Am. All alone. That's where you. Well." Waved dismissive gesture. "Not you, because I didn't know you. B. But." Licking her lips, drinking in the sight of hogtied naked me. "This is were someone. You. Comes in."
"A surprise visit. Come to spend the day with me. But." A quick laugh. "Oops. I've got classes." Emiko sighs, slips her finger- finally -inside. "Not that I'll tell you that."
"You've come to play." Rubbing, flexing her crotch. "Haven't you?"
"Mmfmfpmm." I can feel myself beginning to get hot. Can feel myself getting into it, the story. Am beginning to picture myself, Emiko, stood in some non descript bedroom. Her in jeans and a tee, me in much the same. What happens next?
"We like to play, you and I." Rubbing. "Always one of us binding the other, taking turns." Reaching up with her spare hand, grasping at one breast through the fabric of her dress. "I mean, sure, we cuddle. Kiss. Go see a movie and all that normal shit. But." Gesturing towards my rope wrapped body. "Making some pretty girl your rope bitch is just. Better. Right?"
"Ggffmmmm mmm fpffmmm."
"You strip off willingly. Lay down, even ask after my coursework whilst I bind you into. Well...." Looking at me, like a lion eying up dinner. "Let's see...."
"Wrists and elbows bound. Pulled painfully tight behind you. Got those amazing F cups wrapped up in rope. Squeezed." Pausing, to sigh, Emiko slips a second finger inside herself. "Legs lashed together from ankles to crotch. And." Horny. The realisation comes to me, listening to Emiko describe my exact rope predicament. I've been, for some unknown length of time, gently rocking my hogtied body back and forth. I've been grinding my crotch against the knotted crotch rope, teasing at my clit, getting myself off.
It's no longer Emiko enjoying the daydream solo, I can feel my orgasm, the slow rising certainty of it, brewing, gathering, out on the horizon. Waiting for the call.
"Of course." Smiling at me, can she see me wriggling and squirming? "I added a crotch rope, a little something to keep you entertained through the long hours hogtied on my bed." Another crotch thrust, pulling her dress up, completely exposing herself to me now. Her black hair covered pussy no longer in shadow. I can clearly see Emiko fucking herself. "All those long hours bound." Rub. Rub. All whilst I grind and squirm.
"Hogtied." Rub. "On my bed." Rub. Squirm." Emiko smiles at me. Winks. "Abandoned."
That word. The heart of my secret, the one tie up fantasy that rises above all others in my world. Being bound, tightly, and then being left on such a state. That one word from Emiko's mouth is like a depth charge dropped straight down into my already tingling pussy.
I can picture it, even as she spells it out for me. I see.
"I play with you first." Rub. "Of course. Take my fill of that fantastic body. Tease those." Pause. Rub. Sigh. "Breasts. Squeezing, licking your pink nipples to erect life. Making you moan." Rub. Sigh. Whilst across the room I am, already, moaning. Softly, eyes locked on Emiko's fingers, on her pussy. "I Rub my jeans clad crotch all up and down your rope covered body. Kissing you." Rub. Her lips for a moment form the ghost of a kiss. She smiles. "I walk you up and over an orgasm, listen as you scream into my mouth, clamped to your mouth."
"Mmffmfmm ffgppmmmmm mfmmmm."
"Yes." Smiling, rubbing, thumb now teasing at her clit. "You're all mine."
"And then I leave." Grinning. Is she, vaguely, from behind my own mostly closed curtain of arousal, my brain too sluggish to care. But. Is she into the idea of abandonment? Does Emiko get off, secretly, on the same dark fantasy as me?
"I leave you." Rubbing. A sigh, echoed by moans, growing louder- my squirms steadily increasing in urgency as the tale grips me. "I go to class, abandoning you a hogtied naked mess on my unmade bed. I don't even." Legs spread, wider for a moment, crotch thrust out, then back down. Emiko sighs. "Explain. I strap a ballgag onto that pretty blue haired face and abandon you. Sexy B. My." Another sigh. "My little rope bitch."
"I come back. Of course. Whenever I've a gap in classes. I come back." Rub. "To you. To my room. I come back to your hogtied body. To those F cups. To that kissable mouth. To." Sigh. She's, I notice. Her fingers are moving faster.
"I." Pause. Swallow. Biting her lip. "I climb up onto the bed. Beside your naked hogtied body. I kiss you on the ballgagged lips, kiss those amazing large breasts, suck on them. Squeeze them. I listen to you moan as I tug." Another pause. "Fuck. I. Tug on your crotch rope, listen to you moan whilst I make you cum. Again. And then...."
Out of nowhere she slips into Japanese. Words I don't know, husked and whispered. Emiko closes her eyes. Reaches up with the hand not plunged into her pussy, yanks her dress open and begins squeezing and teasing at her now exposed- she's not wearing a bra -nipple.
The words tumble from her, whilst her legs begin jerking, pushing her crotch up and out, back, up and out. Eyes still closed, completely lost to her fantasy.
As am I.
I don't need to understand the words, because I'm lost too. My own subconscious, already imagining myself there, in Emiko's dorm, hogtied and abandoned on her bed, simply fills in the blanks from one of the, many, abandoned in tight ropes fantasies I've daydreamed.
My own body, my squirms, my grinding against the tightly wrapped crotch rope, the knot mashed and pressed on my clit. My squirms increase in speed, matching Emiko's. My moans grow louder, mixed in with panting. Drool is, by the time I orgasm, puddled like a small lake down underneath my ballgag filled mouth, soaking the duvet sheet.
We cum together, almost, my own gag muffled screams surely provide the final push to send Emiko over her own peak, allowing her to tumble down after me. And whilst my own trussed up body locks rigid, frozen in the moment of pleasure, her foot again taps a crazy rhythm on the floor.
I. Am. Spent. My body aches, tingles. The tight ropes, the restrictive and back arching tie is a constant strain on my muscles. In my head everything feels haywire, reality and fantasy still merged.
For several brief moments I don't even remember where I am. At home? With Lili? With Deborah?
My body aches. A pleasurable sensation, because the aches and strains are caused by ropes. But still.
I'm spent. But, Emiko. Not so much.
"And then...." Grinning, standing to cross the space between us, Emiko slides down onto the bed beside me, still clothed. "In a gap between classes...." Kissing my ballgagged lips. "I came back."
Hard. Fast. Emiko attacks my hogtied naked body like an invading army. One told to take no prisoners. Diving in, hands on my crotch rope: tugging, pulling. Hands and mouth all over my F cups: squeezing, licking, sucking and gently biting down on my nipples, rolling them between thumb and finger. It takes a mere handful of minutes for all her focused attentions to chase a third orgasm up out of me, to have me panting, moaning, biting down on my ballgag as my body- out of control now -bounces on the bed. Bucking and squirming as the pleasure builds, my own helplessness, that smile on Emiko's face as she works me over like a pro, the distant thought of what if.
What if, just like her daydream, she simply walks out afterwards.
All of it, everything, pushes me over.
Again.
"Hold on B." Emiko's voice, from beside me, from an untold distance away. I can hear her smiling.
"Em?"
"Yes?" Giving my butt a gentle pat, head turning to the side, to where I'm laid. "B?"
"Can't help but notice," I squirm, "that you forgot some of the ropes."
I'm still tied up. Not gagged, but there's still rope wrapped and knotted tightly around my wrists and ankles. We're both laid on my hotel bed, me naked, Emiko still wearing her blue dress and black underbust corset, she's on her back, one arm around behind, hugging me close, gripping my butt. Which puts me on my side, head resting on her shoulder, one leg between her slightly parted two. Emiko's other, spare, hand, is tracing patterns across my belly and breasts.
"No no." Shaking her head. "I didn't forget."
"I see." A small tingle runs through my tender crotch. "Then." I think, choose my words. "Why am I still tied up?"
"Because I like you tied up." Kissing my nose. "Makes you look cute."
Having made her point, Emiko lapses back to silence, cuddling me into her, stroking me.
Sometime later, she stretches, smiles at me. "You know," flicking at my nipple, "I could get used to this."
"To what?"
"To you," flicking my nipple again, "in my bed."
"But this is my bed." Grinning.
"I could get used," undeterred, smiling too, but pushing on, "to you, all tied up."
"But what if I want you all tied up instead?"
"I could be all tied up." Kissing me, brushing her dress clad breasts up against mine, making me shiver. "Sure."
"But not now?"
"Not now." Shaking her head.
"All tied up," teasing, deliberately stretching my body just so, thrusting F cups forwards, "but. Not gagged?"
"Do you want to be gagged?"
"Well...." I kinda do. All this casual talk, Emiko saying how much she enjoys me, bound or- I hope -otherwise. The fact I am, still, tied up. It's all making me tingle. Emiko's continued display of dominance over me, the easy way she's keeping me, is quite a turn on.
I still want to play.
So.
"I mean." Rolling off her, onto my back. I grin up at the ceiling. "If I were gagged, then I couldn't ask you to untie me."
"You're going to ask me to untie you?" On her back too, I glance over, spotting a smile matching my own.
"Well." A shrug. "I mean. I have been tied up for awhile now. And." Out the corner of my eye, I see Emiko move, roll to the edge of the bed, reach down. I grin. "You know, I figure at some point you'll have to lemmmfpfpff mmmmfffgmm gggfmfffffff."
Having tightly strapped the ballgag back on my- no really, I never suspected a thing -face, Emiko pulls me back into a hug, her on her back, me on my side, pressed into her like before.
Which is how we lay. Emiko doesn't talk, nor look at me. Not in any obvious way. She keeps one hand hugged against my butt, holding me in place, whilst her other at times rests idle on her own belly, at times rests on my breast, and sometimes returns to tracing patterns over any part of me she can easily reach.
Me. Occasionally I stretch, arching my back, pressing breasts and pussy into Emiko. I moan, quietly, on and off, giving voice to my contentment.
Because I am content. I could get used to this too, I think? Emiko in my bed. Emiko binding me, gagging me, taking control of me when the mood suits her.
This time the alarm is, thank fuck, only on my phone.
"Wha...." Emiko, rousing herself, staring around the room. "Oh. Right." She nods. "Hold on B."
"I've got work." Untied, phone in hand, sat on the edge of my bed, still naked. I wave my phone at Emiko, sat beside me. "An appointment for a video shoot."
"Okay." Nodding. I can see her trying not to look disappointed, failing. It makes me smile.
"Hey." Patting her leg. "You know, I'll only be an hour or so."
"Yeah?" Small flicker of a smile. "Um. Well. In that case. Um."
"Want to have dinner?"
"Yes." Full on grinning now. "Unless." The smile falters, Emiko frowns. "Um. I mean. Only if you aren't bored of me?"
"I'm not bored." I wink. "We can even play some more, if you'd like?"
"Really?" Almost, I'd swear, jumping up off the bed. I laugh. Nod.
Damn straight I want to play some more. Truth is, had there been no appointment, I suspect Emiko might've kept me bound all night.
You said you were on a writing binge, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention], and indeed you were. I hope it wasn't hard on you because it was certainly easy on us. Plymouth and Emiko both floating in a dream, carrying us all along. Very wonderful.
Fayth Hill. As close to a living, still working, legend as bondage porn has. Late forties, but with the toned- curvy -size twelve body of a women ten plus years younger. Enhanced double D's sit high on her tanned frame, whilst curling blonde hair tumbles down over her shoulders. There isn't a tattoo, or a piercing, on her.
"Hey Plymouth," leaning across the threshold of her hotel room, black silk bathrobe loosely belted, hanging open at the collar, breasts eagerly trying to escape, Fayth gives my cheek a kiss. "Great outfit."
"Thanks Fayth." I smile. Fidget, tamp down on my rising nerves at being this close to someone so damn cool. "Is this okay?" Doing a small twirl. "For the shoot?"
"It's perfect." Stepping back. "Come on in."
Fayth's plan for today is for me to tie her up, on camera. "So," she'd told me, over the phone back before I left England, whilst I was organising and packing, "dress like you're in charge."
My body is covered by a latex one piece which in part resembles a swimsuit. A high neck, but sleeveless, the skintight semi see-through black material wraps my breasts at the front, before diving under each armpit to link up at the back with the thin strip of material that traces my spine from neck to halfway down. My crotch is only just covered, the one piece is high waisted, rising up each side to the tops of my pelvis, covering prehaps half of each cheek behind.
I've paired this with black leather thigh high boots, chunky soles and laces crisscrossing all the way up the front of each. They took forever to put on, but the overall effect, I think, is worth the effort.
"This is Derek." Walking me across to a fairly in shape looking guy, of an age with Fayth, shaved head but trimmed brown beard and sideburns climbing up to his ears. Derek's wearing blue jeans and a grey 'Stark Industries' tee, no shoes. He smiles, pushes black rimmed glasses back up onto his nose, holds out a hand for me to shake. "Plymouth. Hi."
"Hi."
"Derek's my rigger. Usually." Fayth explains.
"Right." Shaking his hand, nodding. "You'll be filming then?"
"I will." Derek drops a wink at me. "So make sure you tie my wife up nice and tight for the camera Plymouth."
"Your...?" Looking from Derek, grinning, to Fayth, rolling her eyes. "Oh. Right."
"Sorry." Taking my arm, steering me away. "Just ignore my husband and his teasing."
Like all the rooms in this hotel, Fayth and Derek's is dominated by the king sized bed. "Are you okay tying me here?" Gesturing, there are ropes- a half dozen long coils -laid on the bed alongside a ballgag head harness. "Derek's set all the stuff up for it." Turning to me, shrugging. "There aren't a ton of options in a hotel room really."
"No." Shaking my head. "I mean." I laugh. "Yeah. Course. The bed is a good idea." I spread my arms out wide, noting that all the surrounding furniture has been pushed aside, making a clear space to work. "It's great."
"Excellent." Patting me on the shoulder. "Come over to the desk, we'll sort out the paperwork."
Naked, Fayth sits on the edge of the bed, one leg bent up underneath her, the other dangling off, foot brushing the floor. She's already wearing the ballgag: red ball, black leather straps running horizontally across each cheek, up and over the top of her head, plus down under the chin. A full head harness, fixing the ball in place by way of a series of buckles at the back, lost in amongst the riot of blonde curls escaping from around the straps.
Hands resting in her lap she waits, high intensity lights bathing her from above, camera's rolling, capturing her from several angles.
Into frame I walk, boots thudding on the carpeted floor, a small smile on my face. Fayth stands as I approach, hands falling to her sides. Stood in front of her, close, I reach across the gap to feel her up, running a hand up her body from waist to neck, across one double D cup, fingertips catching on Fayth's nipple. Lifting her head, tilting it left then right, examining the harness. I nod, run my hand back down, bringing my other up, both now finding a breast each.
Fayth moans, a small sound, her eyes briefly closing as I toy with her nipples, rolling each between a thumb and finger. Teasing her.
For a couple of minutes. Then, letting go, turning Fayth around to face the bed I give her firm butt a pat.
She climbs up onto the hotel bed, positioning her body in the centre, laid face up, breasts humped towards the ceiling, each of her limbs resting in a vague diagonal, pointing at the nearest corner post.
I tie her up.
One limb per corner post, one long length of rope per limb. Each time I tie the ropes centre around either wrist or ankle first, being sure to bind it tight, wrapping and knotting several times, before taking the twin loose ends and feeding them down off the bed, towards the foot of the post. Wrapping each end around the post, wrapping and tugging, I'm easily able to stretch Fayth's four limbs out flat on the bed, locking her into a rigid X shape, legs splayed out wide to display her shaved pussy.
Whilst I'm binding her Derek is mobile, camera in hand, capturing close ups of both me, working, and of his wife, being bound. Once or twice I have to force my face back into a neutral serious expression, having glanced up to suddenly find Derek looming over me, camera lens in my face. It had, in that moment, actually seemed kinda funny.
But I managed not to laugh.
With Fayth bound in place I walk a final circuit, back around from right wrist to left, like reversing. At each limb I give the ropes binding Fayth in place a tug, nodding at the lack of slack I find. Passing across the bottom of the bed I reach down, giving the underside of Fayth's right foot a quick tickle, making her squirm.
All the ropes checked, I sit down on the bed opposite Fayth's head, body angled to face her feet, one leg bent up on the bed in close echo of Fayth's earlier pose. Another couple of minutes teasing follows, much the same as before. I reach down, running long nails over Fayth's nakedness, tracing an idle pattern- one that focuses on the breasts -up then down her splayed out body, stopping to flick and tug occasionally at her nipples. Leaning forwards I run my hand lower, rubbing suggestively up and down her pussy lips. All whilst Fayth moans, wriggles, squirms.
Looking up, as I have been doing throughout the shoot, spotting Derek without making it obvious, I see him nod. Give me a thumbs up followed by a twirling hand gesture. Time.
I stand, look down, smile, then walk out of shot, leaving Fayth to her naked bed tied struggles. Finding the rooms armchair I sit down, and keep quiet, not wanting to ruin whatever footage Derek's now getting by making the floorboards creak, or by coughing.
My mind drifts, wandering to daydreams, a smile creeps onto my face as I think of Emiko, who I'll be seeing again very soon now.
Glancing at Fayth, naked, trussed to the bed. Will that be me soon? Emiko?
If I have any say in the matter, then. Yes.
"Thanks Plymouth." Sat together on the bed, legs dangling, Fayth pats my knee. She's put her robe back on, though hasn't belted it. "We got some great footage." Pitching her voice louder. "Didn't we."
"Huh?" Across the room Derek, busy packing everything away, looks up.
"I was just saying." Voice teasing. "We got some good footage, yes?"
"Some great footage." Derek nods, gives me a thumbs up. "Thanks Plymouth."
"Only Plymouth you need to thank?" One eyebrow raised.
"Well." Wandering over to us, bending forwards, Derek winks at me as he kisses his wife on the lips. "Suppose I should really give myself a pat on the back too."
I laugh, Fayth joins me, giving Derek's butt a playful pat as he goes back to work.
"Jester's Revenge." Stood in her rooms doorway now, having just walked me out. "That's, what, your own site?"
"It's." Complicated. I grimace, tut, shake my head. "It's supposed to be."
"Hard work starting out." Fayth nods, turns to look back into the hotel room. She smiles. "Lucky for me I married a tech nerd."
"Here." Handing over a small card, Fayth pulls me into a hug. "Don't lose sight of the dream Plymouth."
"I won't." Shaking my head. "Just hit a bump in the road is all." Though how Deborah- Clive -could ever be described as such? Well. "I'll give it a proper try once Boundcon wraps up."
"Make sure you do." Nodding. "And." Reaching down, tapping the card I'm holding. "When you do. Give me a call." Fayth smiles. "I'd be happy to cross the pond, film some stuff with you for Jester's Revenge."
"You...." No doubt my jaw is on the floor. Fuck. "Would?"
"I'm on the panel you know." Giving me a knowing look, a small happy smile. "The," waved hand, "Acadamie." Mangling the French accent, as do we all. Bunch of pretentious crap. Fayth Tuts. "Thing. The awards."
"Oh." I mean. It makes sense, given how long she's been in the business.
And, of course I've got to ask.
"So." Nervous, because I want to know, but, what if she didn't? Do I want to know that? "Um. Did you...?"
"I voted for you." Nodding. "I thought. Think." Jerk of her head, back into the hotel room. The bed. What we've just done. "That you do good work, Plymouth. What people say about you is true. You know your stuff." Reaching forwards, near pulling me off my feet, into a hug.
"So. Yes." Having let go, facing me again, Fayth nods. "I'd love to help you get Jester's Revenge up and running."
"Well. Um." Fuck. Me. "Wow." Am I really. Are people talking about me? Wow. Fayth, prehaps not a role model, but a legend all the same. She wants to work with me. For my site that isn't- because I junked almost all the Deborah shot stuff in a moment of rage at everything -my site isn't even real beyond a paid for web address and custom email. Fuck.
I nod. Still mostly speechless, wave her business card like a small flag. A promise not to forget her amazing offer. Fayth blows me a kiss, closes the door.
After a couple of minutes I remember to leave.
Back in my room, having screamed my victory, getting it out of my system in the luckily empty lift, I message Emiko:
'All done. Dinner? x'
Chuck my phone onto the bed, am halfway to my wardrobe, with a view to picking out what to change into, when my phone pings:
'Excellent. Lobby in 5? x'
"Oh." Frowning, looking down at myself. Five minutes isn't long enough to change. But. "Ha." I grin. "Sure, Em." Tap tap tap. Send. "Fuck it." Grabbing a pair of shorts. "Since when did I care what people think?"
"Wow." Grin slipping on then off her face, eyes darting all over. "Fuck." Emiko steps forwards, tentative, kisses my cheek. "You look...."
"As do you." I smile. Nod. Doing a little dance inside, pleased to be having such a blatent effect on Emiko, pleased I didn't change after all.
The shorts I slipped on are faded blue denim, frayed at the hem, held up by a black canvas belt, the end of which dangles down slightly. The high waist of my one piece rises up out of the shorts, like a thong might. I'd picked shorts because I could slip them on without having to unlace my boots.
Emiko has showered- as I did prior to meeting Fayth -and changed, I can smell the fruity cleaness of her when she steps in close to kiss me. White jeans, small rips climbing each leg like ladders, hug her skinny legs, a white thong poking out the top. Her own canvas belt is khaki green, hanging down like mine. A black Animal tee, the logo picked out in pale blue, hugs her B cups. The same converse high tops from earlier are on her feet.
"Pizza?"
"Pizza." Emiko nods. "Not pineapple though." Holding up a warning finger. I laugh.
"Wouldn't dream of it."
"Good." Linking her arm through mine. "Lead on then."
Luckily the yellow cab we flag down has a driver who likes pizza. Someone able to take Emiko and me directly to a very cosy looking- from the outside -Italian diner, nestled in amongst several other eateries in the shadow of a sports stadium.
Inside, and the exterior theme continues, it's all candles and low lighting, plush red seating in the booths- there aren't any non booth seating areas -and an open kitchen off to one side where three chefs are tossing dough in full view of the patrons. A sax and piano heavy jazz medley is playing quietly in the background as we're shown to our seats.
"No crown tonight." Teasing, Emiko picks the menu up, opens it. "Oh?" Smile leaking off her face. Frowning. "It's. This isn't in English?"
"Should've gone to Burger King again huh?" Teasing back. Emiko laughs, shakes her head.
"No." Shaking mine too, agreeing. "This." I look around, smiling as one of the chefs catches a spinning disc of pizza dough out of the air. "This is nice."
"Cosy."
"Isn't it." I nod. "Here." Reaching across to take the menu, placing it, open, on the table between us. "Well now." Frowning down at all the strangely named pizza's. "Let's see."
We order pizza with bacon and mushrooms- mostly because it's called a funghi. Something. Which we both giggle over like two schoolgirls -one to share, plus some garlic bread and a bucket stuffed with a half dozen bottles of beer, nestled in a bed of ice.
"You look very...." Waiting for our food, half empty bottle in hand, which Emiko twirls at me. She smiles. "Very. I don't know. Evil?"
"Evil?" I laugh. Look down at myself. "Okay." Nodding. "I can see that."
"Is it what you wore for the shoot?"
"Minus the shorts, yeah."
"Wow." Taking a swig. "Can I ask who you were working with?"
"You can." I grin, still buzzing from it myself. "It was Fayth Hill."
"Fuck." Breathed out, a small shake of her head. "Wow."
"Kinda how I felt too." Reaching into the bucket for my second bottle, spying what I think is our food being carried over from the kitchen. "Of all the shoots I've done," clinking bottles with Emiko, "that one. Today." I shake my head, lost for words. "Never thought, never saw that, working with her, when I started out."
"B."
"Em?" Pizza all gone, garlic bread too, the whole meal. Delicious. We're on our final bottle of beer each. I force my eyes away from the kitchen, the chefs, who I've repeatedly caught myself watching this past hour and change. She looks nervous. I reach across with my free hand, give hers a squeeze. "What's up?"
"Well. Um." Fidgeting with her bottle, glancing up to meet my gaze, before looking back down at the table. "I don't want to spoil the mood. And. Um. I'm having fun." A quick grin. "With you. And. Well. It isn't like I want to propose or anything. But." Another quick glance at me. "Well. Why are you with me, B?"
"Why am I...?" Huh? A quick smile of my own ghosts across my face. I reach up, scratch my nose with the hand holding my bottle. "What do you mean Em?"
"I mean." Looking pointedly at my F cups. "Well. Look at you." She tuts. "At me."
"What's...." I frown, shake my head. "Are you, really." I laugh, can't help myself. "Trying to say I'm. What. To good for you or some crap?"
"Well." A shrug. "You're a porn star. Famous. And I'm just." Looking down at herself. "Not."
"You think I should be dating." I grin. "Fucking. Like for like?" Getting, I think, the gist of her thoughts. "That I should be with another porn star, or a. Um. Footballer or something?"
"Well." A shrug. "Kinda."
"Come here."
"Come...?"
"Here." Patting the seat beside me. "Please. Em. Come sit next to me."
She does, a small smile, Emiko rises, climbs out her side of our booth, slides in next to me.
"Listen." Turned to the side, one booted leg under me, I take Emiko's hands in mine. "I'm having fun too." Leaning in, kissing her on the lips. "With you. Em. Isn't that enough?"
"Well...." Glancing down. Emiko breathes out, looks back up. "It's just. I like you. B. And." On a roll now. "I mean," darting in for a quick kiss. "I think I really like you. Or. And. I mean." Shaking one hand loose of mine, reaching out, placing her hand on my breast palm flat, cupping it. She looks at me, something like lust, hunger, want, plain on her pretty tan skin face.
I smile.
"I think," giving my breast a small squeeze, "that you like me too. But. Well. I know this is just a fling. Because." Tutting, shaking her head. "Well. There's a whole fucking ocean between my college and your front door. So. I know this isn't serious. I just." Huffing out a breath. "Sorry. I'd just like to know you care." Placing her other hand on my other breast. "About me."
"Em."
"B?" Voice so full of hope I could kiss her. I grin, and, moving slowly, deliberately, take each of her hands in turn, taking them off my breasts only to push them underneath my latex one piece, around the sides, settling each of Emiko's hands atop each of my nipples.
She gives a small gasp, her eyes lighting up as I unbuckle her jeans, yank the zip down, and reach inside, placing my hand against her- already damp -thong clad pussy, my finger resting on her slit.
"I like you too. Em." Stroking her with one finger. "Really like." I smile. "Despite the whole fucking ocean. This." A brief shiver as Emiko's thumb slips across my left nipple. "Might be nothing more then a Boundcon fling. But. When the time comes for us to leave." Emphasis on that one word, pushing my finger into her, taking the thong with me. Emiko gasps, I grin. "I would. Or at least." Leaning in, kissing her. "I'd consider. Leaving this hotel with you bound and gagged in my suitcase, if that's what it took to see you again."
"I'll." She's moved closer, legs spread wide one behind me, one dangling. I am, almost, sat in her lap. Emiko grins, voice a whisper like mine had become at the end. She's teasing both my nipples now. "Hire a car." Looking into my eyes. "Toss you hogtied and gagged into the trunk."
"Naked?"
"Of course."
"And." Emiko squirms at my continued attentions on her crotch, I can feel my own beginning to tingle as my arousal builds. All this talk, the attention being shown to my now erect nipples. I don't stop. "Where will you take me?"
"Out into the desert. So I can stake you out on the sand," leaning in to kiss me, "fuck you under the hot sun."
Outside on the street a car backfires, three loud cannon shell pops in a row. Emiko and me spring apart, stare at each other wearing matching guilty smiles.
Laugh.
I pay the bill. We leave, flagging down a cab to take us back to the hotel.
"She got out then?"
It's the same receptionist manning the front desk, which, knowing the protocol now, we don't try to sneak past.
Yes, we did just that earlier, but, well.
Shut up.
"Hi." Smiling. "We're here to sign another form."
"Okay." The receptionist nods, hunts through drawers. "Hang on. Ah." Slapping a sheet down before us, placing a pen ontop. "Here you go ladies."
"Thanks." I scribble in my details, hand the pen to Emiko.
"Going to do a better job this time?" Smiling, nodding at Emiko. "Are you?"
"I'm. Um." Blushing. I step in, Brooke to the rescue.
"Well, actually." Hugging Emiko, one arm pulling her slim body against mine. "This time," I wink, playing it up, "I'll be kidnapping her."
Emiko's mouth drops, her blush deepens. The receptionist laughs, takes the form, waves us off.
We ride the lift in silence, Emiko cuddled into me. I haven't let her go, still have one arm snaked around her skinny waist. It's a world removed from the last time, me naked, bound, gagged. And I'd love nothing more than a re-enactment, would be happy to play either role. But, right now, this is nice.
Hugging. Emiko's head on my shoulder, the feel of her small breast pressing into my larger one. The promise of my room and all the ropes it contains. Right now, this, is enough.
It’s totally understandable if you a reach a point where you want to end a story and move on to something else. Plymouth’s journey has been a joy to read, so if you do continue her story, I’ll follow along for the ride!
jlfmarshall wrote: ↑2 years ago
I don't normally post on here but I'm completely invested in this story! Please keep writing!
Thanks for taking the time to comment.
TightsBound wrote: ↑2 years ago
f you do continue her story, I’ll follow along for the ride!
And thank you both for what I assume are 'yes' votes?
I've never desperately needed comments in order to keep writing. My stories are things I enjoy too, the process of thinking them out, putting them down. Gives me a chance to live through them
So. I could've continued anyway. But, just this once I thought I'd put it to a vote, just to see what would happen.
I can keep going, but, if the majority say stop, then I'll stop, and move on.
I give Emiko- I don't tell her, because then she'd definitely do something -a silent count of five. She, sealing her doom, not knowing the fact, spends my count staring out the window, enjoying the early evening view.
It takes another five count to unbuckle my belt, to let my shorts fall, to step out of them. Leaving me in the boots and latex one piece I wore for the shoot with Fayth. My 'evil' outfit.
And still she's, oblivious to my grin, staring at the view.
It isn't that I don't love being bound. I do. Love. Being bound. But, as much as the thought of being Emiko's helpless plaything, again, sounds great. A perfect way to spend the next. However long she decides to keep me tied up.
No.
This time, I'm going to do the binding.
Stepping up behind her, lifting the ballgag in my hands- held by the straps -up, over her head, Emiko lifts one hand to touch mine as I press the ball gently against her lips.
But it's a reflex, a defensive move, because she didn't see me approach.
Her hand drops, back to her side. Her mouth opens.
And.
Instead.
Of strapping the ball in place.
I.
Pause.
"B?" I can see our reflections in the window, must be Emiko was too distracted, moments ago, to spot me advancing on her. Closing in for the kill.
A kill I'm now reluctant to claim.
"I'm okay. Em." Walking around in front of her, pulling the curtains closed. "Here."
"You." Taking the offered gag, lips working from confused frown to happy smile, back. "Don't want to tie me up?"
"No." Shaking my head. Smiling. "I mean, yeah." Emiko laughs, my smile widens. "I do. But."
"Not right now?"
"Not right now." Nodding. I think, though we've barely met, that Emiko far prefers to bind. She seems to take more pleasure out of me tied up then me not. And I already know which of those two choices I prefer.
Tie me up. Anytime. Just.
Make it tight.
"I didn't want you to untie me. Before." True, I'd wanted earlier to go on forever. And I think she had too. So. "So." Tapping the ballgag. "Let's pretend we just stopped for dinner. Pick up where we left off."
"I'd like that." Nodding.
"Besides." Voicing the kinky thought I just had. "You said I looked, um? Evil. Right?"
"You do."
"Well." Taking the ballgag off her. "Doesn't kidnapping the kidnapper sound...." I wink, lifting the ball up to my lips. "Kinda hot?"
Emiko's grin as I strap the gag on. Wide. Full of mischief. Is answer enough.
Emiko disappears around behind me. I wait, trying to stay still as the anticipation of imminent ropes makes my skin tingle and belly flutter.
I hear her come back, walking across the room. Staying behind me, taking hold of my wrists, Emiko places them crossed at the small of my back, where I obediently hold them still whilst feeling the rope slither across my bare skin.
Having wrapped, tied knots, securing my wrists crossed together, Emiko runs the doubled up rope around my chest, above my F cups. Doing so yanks my wrists up high, inverting them so my fingers are pointed at the ceiling. More wrapping follows, twice below my breasts, further pinning my wrists and arms in place behind me.
Emiko runs the last of the rope between my arms and body, back to front, then up around behind my neck and down, running it between arms and body on the other side, bringing it back to my wrists, tying and knotting it off.
"On the bed, please."
Where, laid on my back, my still thigh high boot clad legs are bound upper thigh to ankle, each leg separately, with a second rope added to each close to my knees.
"Happy?"
"Gmmmfm mmgggggddpmmm." I am, yes. Very happy.
"Good." Nodding, holding up a finger. "Now, one moment. B."
"There." Having spent the five minutes I couldn't see her struggling around on the bed, going from my back to my side, wriggling my bound body around so I'm no longer facing the headboard. Grunting and moaning the whole time with the effort taken to move whilst tightly tied up. Emiko walks back to the bed just as I finally make it to a spot I'd of been able to see her anyway.
And. Damn. She looks amazing.
She's stripped off, dumping all her clothes: jeans, tee, underwear. Who knows where. But she isn't naked, is wearing my black leather Three Kings biker jacket, unzipped. The tight fit suits her slender frame.
"Well." Climbing up onto the bed, rolling me onto my back, getting herself, kneeling, between my legs, which she pushes apart so each falls open like two halves of a book. Emiko grins. "Hi there."
"Ffmmmf." Shaking my bound F cups at her. She looks hot, especially given the circumstances: me bound, laying, her naked save my own gang jacket, kneeling- lording -over me. "Ffmmggm fffgggg mmmmm."
"Thanks." Doing a little turn, left, right, pivoting at the waist. "I think it suits me too."
It isn't quite the fluid move she probably hoped for, Emiko nearly falls over sideways after first narrowly avoiding kneeing me in the face. But, eventually, she winds up turned around, facing my legs, with her crotch- because she's kneeling -hovering above my no longer ballgagged face.
The gag, which I'm still technically wearing, is loosely buckled and hanging around my neck.
She doesn't need to say anything. No need for orders or barked commands, which wouldn't guarantee a response from me anyway, since this is all just fun. Emiko isn't my boss. She doesn't need to say anything because I know what she wants. And I'm eager, horny, willing to oblige.
And I'm certainly not going to wait for her to come to me.
Emiko squeals in surprise as, lifting my head off the mattress, I run my tongue deliberately slowly down her hair covered pussy. Down the slit, the opening. Her squeal becomes a sigh as I continue my attentions. Licking, probing, using my tongue like a miners drill seeking out the good stuff.
One bent double at the knee leg on either side of my head, Emiko lowers her crotch down onto my willing mouth, pressing her pussy into my face. Which means I can no longer see, but, I can feel.
Can feel Emiko's fingers, tugging the crotch of my latex one piece to the side. Can feel her tongue pressing and probing my own pussy. Licking me whilst I lick her.
She starts grinding, moaning. I'm moaning too, but I can't move. Emiko's weight and her well tied ropes prevent me from moving. But, sat atop me, she can. So she is, pushing her crotch up and down on my face, grinding, rubbing herself into me, timing her thrusts to the strokes and thrusts of my tongue as I worm and explore her pussy.
And throughout her own attentions on my pussy never falter. Emiko expertly manages to control the tempo, bringing us both towards a mutual orgasm, riding me even whilst her tongue teases me.
Until, with a scream, and a yell, my body bucking underneath her, an orgasm surges up through me at the same time as I feel Emiko spasming, crying out her own pleasure.
In the aftermath she somehow finds the energy, the willingness, to untie me, to shrug off my jacket as I remove boots and one piece, tossing everything away. Somewhere. Not caring where.
"Come here." Pulling her back down onto my bed, climbing up ontop, laying my body completely over hers, my F's pressed into her B's, my legs spread either side of hers.
Her arms around me, cupping my butt, mine stroking her hair.
"You let me go." Leaning in to kiss her, actually a little disappointed to be free so soon. I'd thought I was in for the long haul.
"Oops." Emiko laughs. "Not a very good kidnapper am I?"
"You kinda suck." Nodding. "Probably," shifting myself, gently rubbing my crotch against hers, "That's rule number one in the handbook."
"Probably is." Smiling, running both her hands up my back, fingernails tracing lines from butt to shoulders, back. Making me moan softly. "Doubt I'm supposed to let you be ontop either."
"That's rule number two."
"I should," taking hold of my wrists, placing them behind my back, "take care of those mistakes huh?"
"Unless." Sudden urge, to pee. I leap off Emiko, who laughs.
"Sorry." Flopping back on the bed beside her, smiling. "I don't normally drink."
"S'okay." Smiling back, looking up at the ceiling. "You good, B?"
"I'm good."
"So." Nudging me playfully. "We can carry on then?"
"Yes."
"Right. Well." Rolling, a fluid movement this time, bringing her naked body up ontop of mine, straddling my belly with a leg either side. And.
When did she get rope?
"No more fuck ups."
"I can." Grunting, my wrists are being jerked left and right as Emiko binds them together, side by side, in front of me. They're resting on my belly as she wraps and knots rope around them. Tightly, quite forcefully. All business. "I can." Repeating myself, feeling my nipples harden in arousal. I love a good rough tie up. "See that."
Done, the excess doubled up rope, two long trailing ends, are tossed at the headboard, at the gap between board and bedframe.
Once she's climbed off me, moving beside the bed down onto all fours, out of sight, I give my wrists an experimental wriggle, finding some very tight ropework. Tight enough to be pinching my skin.
Bringing my wrists up to my face, examining what's been done, I'm half tempted to have a go at biting the knots loose. It might be fun to be a problem, to free myself so she has to start again. I smirk, liking the idea.
When without warning my wrists are jerked upwards, with force, at speed. Yanked up above me, towards the headboard and wall.
"Hey." Tugging my wrists, which move, but only about a foot back towards me. Emiko reappears, a smile on her face when she spots me tugging at the rope.
My ankles are bound next. The same forceful jerking about, no prisoners, method as my wrists. They're tied side by side too, the rope pinching my skin.
And then she's off the bed again, out of sight. This time I know what's coming, I leave my legs alone, feeling the tingles of anticipation grow, waiting to feel the rope tugged, pulling them into place.
There. My legs are yanked out straight, flat on the bed, bound ankles tugged down like fish caught on a hook.
And I'm so busy enjoying the tightness of muscle in my legs, the stretched out feel of them, that I'm again taken by surprise when my wrists are yanked upwards.
"Fuuuuuck." Feeling my arms suddenly made as tight, as stretched and flat on the bed, as my legs. "What the...?" Straining, gaining prehaps a couple inches of slack at wrists, not so tight now.
Under the bed, it sounds like, Emiko giggles. Clearly yanks on a rope, removing the slack I just created, and clearly working fast with her knot work, because now, regardless of whether I tug on ankles or wrists.
I can't move.
I'm laid on one half of the bed, naked, body stretched out tightly into an I shape, laid on my back with the ballgag still loosely buckled around my neck. I can feel the muscles in arms and legs, not forgetting my belly, pulled taut, put under strain by how much Emiko yanked on the ropes top and bottom. She has, it seems, splayed me out to the point of immobility. I could probably roll left and right, a tiny bit, say onto my side, but I definitely can't move any limbs.
"Well." Seeing Emiko stand back up beside the bed, I look across at her. "That was all very forcefummmmmffg ggmgmgggg ffmmmmm."
The ballgag is strapped back in place. She doesn't ask first.
"Mmmmmmm mmmmmmm mmmmmm." Quietly, a small moan each time I breathe out. Because I am very aroused. Horny. My clit and nipples are tingling. All because of what's been done to me. Yes, I'm tied up, gagged, naked. Nothing new there. But it's the way she went about it that's getting me off right now. Taking charge. Not asking if she could do dot, or will blah blah blah be okay. Casual dominance, doing whatever she wants, with me.
It's all a game. For fun. But if I allow myself to pretend otherwise, to imagine she really is doing whatever with no cares given for my own say in matters relating to my body. Then.
Then it's like a great big neon flashing sign of a turn on.
Which continues as, completely ignoring my trussed body, my 'please come over here and fuck me' moans, Emiko grabs up the remote, sits herself beside me- but a good distance away -on the bed, and begins watching TV.
Managing to ignore me for the better part of an hour.
"Oh." Like a sigh, but she can't hide the grin. Turning to face me. "Okay. B." Moving closer, reaching out. "I'll come show you some attention."
Eventually I'm ungagged. But not before Emiko's spent a good amount of time enjoying my body, apparently gaining some amusement from all the different kinds of moans she can elicit, the varying noises she can- wizard like -conjure from behind my gagged lips depending on how she plays with me.
And when the gag is removed it's replaced by her lips, locked to mine as Emiko lays her skinny small breasted body atop my own, skin to skin contact all the way from lips to toes. Kissing me. Kissing me even as she continues to fondle my large enhanced assets. Slow. Sensual. No urgency.
Rubbing her body against mine, the course hairs surrounding her pussy causing tingles to chase circles around my own shaved crotch.
"Decision time B."
"Hmmmmm?" Nope. I do not want, laid here, Emiko sat beside me now, one hand reaching across to trace long fingernails up and down my belly from neck to crotch. I don't want to decide anything. I just want to lay here, being gently teased and toyed.
Forever.
"Thing is." Still trailing her fingers over me. I look up, force myself to pay attention as Emiko continues. "It's getting late."
"Okay." I mean, not that I've been keeping track, but. I guess it must be late by now? "So?"
"Well." Showing me one of her nervous smiles. "Am I staying the night. Or...?"
"You can stay." Giving her a lazy smile, content, back. "I mean." I wriggle my bound body, happy to see Emiko drinking the sight in like a girl in the desert spying an oasis. "It isn't as though I can kick you out."
"No." Giving my closest F cup a squeeze, making my sigh. "Guess not."
"Well." Grinning. Then not. Then the smile comes back. "Um. B."
"Em?"
"If I'm staying, then. Ha." Shaking her head. "I mean. It's a silly question. But. Well." Shrugging. Tutting. "Sorry. I'll untie you."
"You don't have to."
"But." Giving my body another of those hungry looks. "Really?"
"Well." I shrug. Try to shrug. "I mean. If you don't want to. And." Feeling nervous butterflies at what I'm saying. But I want this, so, pushing on. "If you're staying?"
"I'll stay." Nodding eagerly. I laugh, Emiko grins.
"Well." If you want to keep me bound all night. Then." Giving my body another wriggle. See. Look how helpless I am. "I can hardly stop you."
She falls asleep about an hour later. Having spent some time laying atop me, kissing, touching, grinding her nakedness against mine. From that, she'd rolled off, hugging me instead, one hand tracing circles of my nipple.
And then, looking over, beginning to drift myself- it's been a long day -I find her asleep. Eyes closed. Gently, quietly, snoring away. Laid on her back with one arm thrown over her face like a shield.
She's stolen all the covers, is wrapped up in them like some kind of cocooned caterpillar. Which is fine, since it's quite warm in my room.
"Night. Em." Whispered. I blow her a quiet kiss. Yawn, close my own eyes, and allow sleep to claim me too.
"What the fuuuuu......." Apparently not used to alarms I watch, having been awake for close to an hour- because yes you can sleep whilst bound, just not for long -amused, as Emiko wakes with a start, and promptly rolls the wrong way on my bed, tumbling off the side to land with a thump.
I can't see, but, given she took my duvet with her when she rolled I expect she looks like quite a cute bundled up mess.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." Holding up one arm, giving me a wave. "Forgot whose bed I was in."
"Ha." Shaking my head, watching Emiko stand, shrugging off the duvet as she does. "Given the state of me." Naked, trussed up. "I'm wondering whether to be offended that you forgot?"
But I'm smiling. Clearly not offended. Emiko grins back, blows me a kiss, wanders to the rooms desk to retrieve my warbling phone.
"Work?"
"Work." Nodding. "Sorry. No time to enjoy the state you left me in."
"S' okay." Giving me a cheeky grin, running ahand over my naked body -my breasts -anyway. "Think I enjoyed you plenty last night anyway."
"That you did." Smiling, feeling my nipple come to erect life at her touch. "Tease."
"Sorry." Not sorry. Doing it again in fact.
"Okay." Sighing it out, as though I'll be doing her a favour. "Untie me, and we can share a shower before I get dressed."
Which, the shower, is very pleasant. For us both.
Lots of soap. She washes me, I wash her. Washing becoming teasing, becoming fucking as I pin Emiko against the water slicked tiled wall, one hand holding both her wrists above her, my other between her legs. My fingers sliding in then out. In then out. My thumb on her clit, stroking, pressing, applying pressure just so.
After which, water cascading down on us both, like being under a waterfall, we somehow both manage to lay down in the- admittedly large -stall. Spooning, face to crotch, panting and moaning as we race each other to orgasm.
At the end easily louder then the water pounding off the floor and our naked bodies.
"See you later?"
"Of course." Biting her lip, frowning. "I've. Um. Got to check out."
"Oh." Which I knew was coming. The end, the parting of ways. I smile, making it okay. "Okay. So message me" I wave at my phone. "I'll come see you to a taxi."
"I'd like that." Smiling back. Because we've both been honest about what this is.
Fun. Which, who knows, we may even find our way to meeting up again, someday, somewhere. But if we don't.
It's still been an amazing few days.
On the final day the main stage is taken up by two Q&A sessions. Two because of how many of us, models and producers, there are. We all sit in a long line, and Hank, acting host again, fields a question from the audience for each of us in turn.
Taking my seat near the middle, dressed today in a red tartan skirt, so tiny it would break uniform codes in any school I attempted to show up at, paired with thigh high black and white striped socks. A black vest top, a cut off, short, more like wearing a bra, hugs my F cups, hanging off them at the bottom. Sitting down I cast a half guilty half victorious glance at the contest bins. Emiko took all the stuff I liberated, since I doubt customs will be happy if I try to bring it home. What Thomas lent has been returned, to him, but having apparently gotten away with my little theft- nobody's come knocking, asking for it back -I don't fancy the chances of returning it without being caught doing so.
Hank works his way down the line. I listen, smiling, nodding along to several of the models comments. Things that resonate with my own experiences.
And then it's my turn.
"A question for Plymouth." Patting my shoulder, stood behind and just to the side of me. I gaze out at the shadowed gathering in front of the stage, quite pleased to see around two dozen hands raised. It's nice, especially on foreign soil, to discover you have fans.
"Yes." Pointing. "Near the back. No." Hank waves with one arm. "To the left." He points again. "Yes. Tim, can you get the mic over there?"
Tim, roving in the audience, mic in hand, takes a moment to thread his way through.
"Hi."
"Hi." Hank answers. "What's your name fella?"
"Gareth. From Utah. Hi Plymouth."
I smile, wave.
"What's your question, Gareth?"
"Well." Pause. To take a breath? "I'm a huge fan, Plymouth. Love your work. So, I was wondering. Do you have a favourite shoot?"
Which, being it's a good question, has already been asked- prehaps phrased differently but still, the same basic point -of three models so far.
But I don't mind.
"Hi Gareth." Standing up, taking Hanks offered microphone. "Thanks." For being a fan. "I'd have to say." Fayth, sat half a dozen people down the row. Who is a legend. And it was fun. But. I'm not a suck up. So.
"Any of you familiar with StrangeRopes?" For which I get a whistle. Three whistles. And some general murmuring, which quickly dies down.
"I've done two shoots for StrangeRopes, and for me they both rank at the top." Which is true. Mostly. Japan, my shoots on that working holiday with Lili, some of them could easily top my list. But I don't want to bring Lili up now. Not here, in front of all these people.
So.
"The second of those videos should've gone live on the site about a week ago." I'll have to message Daniel, tell him to thank me for the plug. I grin. "Not wanting to spoil anything, but." A shrug. A scattering of laughter from the shadows before me. "I'm walking around a maze tied up."
"And that's why those shoots are at the top." Holding up a hand, palm flat to emphasise the top of something. "Bondage is great." Grin. "I love it. But I've found it's even more fun when you mix it up with something weird." Like a pack of dinosaurs.
Hank takes back the microphone. Moves on. After everyone has had a turn, the audience gets to, on the basis of whose raised hand Hank picks out, ask a question of whichever person they want.
I'm not in the least upset not to be asked anything else.
"So."
"So." Smiling back at me. "You've got my email?"
"I do." Nodding. Email, postal address of her dorm. Plus we're, Emiko and Brooke, because Plymouth doesn't have one, Facebook friends now too. "Got all the bases covered."
"And you will write me?"
"I will if you will." Stepping in close, pulling her into a hug.
"It's been a whirlwind." Back to facing off, though I'm loosely holding her right hand in my left, Emiko's finger idly tracing my Eye of Rah tattoo. "But." I smile. "I wouldn't change a thing."
"No." Smiling back, giving my hand a squeeze. "It's been, at least." Making a show of thinking it over. She seesaws her free hand. "Eleven times more fun then I thought Boundcon could be."
"Eleven huh?" Cheeky smile, I can't help but flirt back. "How about you come back upstairs?" I lean in, kiss her. "I'll bet we could raise that number up to at least." Stepping close, pulling her wrists behind her back. I kiss her again. "What. Sixteen?"
But. We can't. Because she has a flight to catch. So we kiss a final time, share one last hug, then I watch her into one of the waiting cabs, and wave goodbye.
And. I feel better. Refreshed. Emiko. Boundcon. Both have helped blow away, like a whirlwind, the fog and storm that was Clive, Deborah. I, finally, feel able to move on from Lili's passing. Able to look ahead.
I want to get back home.
And. When I get there. I will make Jester's Revenge work.
Thought I'd post both at once. With one day left for the poll, and only 6 (when I checked this morning) votes, maybe reading these two chapters will encourage more votes?
Which, audience participation and all, would be nice.
I'm glad you're giving it a go. Thanks for commenting, letting me you're enjoying it.
I probably will continue, might take a leaf out of others books and begin a new story, start from 001 again as I write Plymouth creating Jester's Revenge.
Got a little dis heartened by the vote is all, that's why I didn't jump straight in. This, going by the views, is a fairly popular story on the board, and yet only 6 people voted. I just expected a higher turn out.
But, is what it is, and I'm sure I'll get around to Plymouth soon
Yeah, that is why I commented, as you seemed disheartened by the outcome/interest (I peeked at the last page), and it was sad to see something that had a lot of effort put into it just sort of peter out because it 'appeared' that nobody cared. I was late to the proverbial party, so I figured I would at least drop in my two cents of appreciation.
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Got a little dis heartened by the vote is all, that's why I didn't jump straight in. This, going by the views, is a fairly popular story on the board, and yet only 6 people voted. I just expected a higher turn out.
But, is what it is, and I'm sure I'll get around to Plymouth soon
For my part I have to admit, I just overlooked the poll - or I would have participated Don´t let that lack of response dishearten you, you are doing a marvelous job - and I can only speak for myself on this - I would like to learn more about Plymouths ongoing journey
Caesar73 wrote: ↑2 years ago
Don´t let that lack of response dishearten you, you are doing a marvelous job
Thanks.
I mean. It did, won't lie, but only for a short while. I'm here to write what I enjoy after all, and I really do/am enjoying Plymouth's journey.
To a large degree it helped keep me sane through lockdown, kinda living her life through the story I wrote.
Had it been twenty votes in favour of stopping, or something, maybe I would. But 'please keep going Rope Bunny' won so I shall give the fans what they want
My memory of the vote may be fuzzy, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. I did have a lot going on at that time. I think I tried to vote and couldn't because the vote had ended. So, if I may, a reminder to any who may use voting, different readers keep different schedules and a shorter vote period may cut some off.
In your case, @RopeBunny, your are a great writer and this has been, in my opinion, your best story. I give you every encouragement that I can possibly give in asking you to continue the tale.
I did say I was slowly working through this story before (and still am) but wanted to comment on Chapter 36 (where Brooke loses Lili).
Really 'enjoyed' it (obviously it's not really a fun chapter in the traditional sense). I think it captured the intended feeling(s) well, the mix of listlessness/pointlessness/depression/apathy. The emptiness that comes after loss or sometimes during crisis/deep emotional pain, that feeling of 'nothing matters anymore'.
Obviously it was written a while ago now, but I figure it can't hurt to say it anyways.
A List of my stories:
the POLLS section) regarding what I should write next.
Don´t let that lack of response dishearten you, you are doing a marvelous job - and I can only speak for myself on this - I would like to learn more about Plymouths ongoing journey 
