Plymouth rising (MF+/F+)

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Should the story continue?

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Yes, I want to see Plymouth try to launch her own website.
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No, I've had enough.
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I'd love to see (read?) Brooke doing a full-blown bondage shoot for Lili's website. Perhaps a second visit to Trevor's? And, even thought Plymouth herself might probably prefer not seeing him ever again, there could be a story in her meeting Clive again, finding out why he did what he did - and getting his comeuppance?
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GreyLord wrote: 2 years ago 1) A trip to Japan with a good introduction to shibari and kimbaku.

2) Another bondage convention where she gets tickets for her lawn maintenance coworkers. Maybe even so light play with some of them.

3) A bondage challenge between Brooke and Lili.

4) A bondage business venture with Brooke and Lili.
All good ideas, thank you.

One of these (but which ;) ) is something I've been toying with, considering. So. Granted only a couple of you have specifically stated a wish to see more Brooke....

Or should that be more Plymouth :lol:

Regardless. Onwards we shall go. Look out for the next chapter.
Soon.

And thank you to all who've read so far, please carry on, I like to have company when I go on these trips :D
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Wonderful story - if this was the end then it has been a wonderful story, or if there's more then I look forward to "Act Two" :lol:
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026.

"Is this," shaking my head, regarding for about the eighth time the, thing- because I'm not really sure what to call it -laying stretched out on the floor, "is this really a thing?"
"Well." Daniel, mid twenties, glasses and messed up brown hair, no beard, certainly no muscle anywhere on his lean six foot and change frame. Cocks his head to the side. Grins and seesaws his hand. "Yes. It just isn't, well, it isn't a popular thing."
"No?" Smiling back, his grin, his whole easy going manner, is infectious. I eye up the thing again, made by Daniel, and apparently a regular part of his site. It looks, basically, like a twenty foot long squashed, or flattened, snake. I laugh, Daniel joins me. "I guess most people just don't know what real fun looks like."

My award, which still sits beside the family flatscreen and continues to provoke comment from Mum's occasional visitors: her small close circle of girlfriends, the guy who came round to fix the Sky. Is now almost half a year old.

Jennifer's seen it too, as have my two other close girlfriends, since. Well. I'm proud of it. Proud of the hard work and enjoyment it represents. Mum's proud too, of me, happy to show this side of me off and damn any raised eyebrows.

I love her.

What this means though, my award being seen, is that my career as a porn star is no longer a big secret.

Nearly six months. I haven't spent the time being idle.

There was the unexpected, and very short notice, weekend spent with Trevor. Who had a sudden business trip to attend. "A bunch of boring fucking meetings." As he explained over the phone. "And on a weekend too." He therefore required me, should I hopefully be free, to spend the weekend with him. Naked and chained up in his hotel room of course. "Give me something to smile about Plymouth, please. Something to look forward to." He'd said.

Lili, yes we're still together, was very understanding of a last minute change of plans. After all. "Work is work." She said, her voice coming clear down the line as I paced around my bedroom, picking out clothes for those moments when I would be required to dress. Should I dress up, act posh? Nah. "True." I nodded, grabbing out my new yellow Triumph tee, a gift from Lili's parents. "Thanks for understanding Lil."
"Got to get paid B." She blew me a kiss, heard not seen. I blew one back.

Got to get paid indeed. In this industry you've got to take what comes your way. And, well, a whole weekend: Friday afternoon through to Monday morning, equals a sizeable chunk of money.

Having used the train not my bike, due to my suitcase of clothes and whatever else, I meet Trevor outside the hotel. "Plymouth," smiling, kissing me on the cheek, "love the hair."
"Thanks." I smile back, following as Trevor sets off inside.

The room is huge, massive bed, sofa in one corner facing a large flatscreen, bath big enough for two. Everything screams money, right down to the liveried staff, all of whom carefully ignoring the difference between older Trevor, dressed in his thousand pound suit, and young skinny me with the huge breasts and long blue hair, dressed in tight black near grey jeans and an equally tight purple vest top.

Aside from evening meals, and bedtime, Trevor required, wanted, me to spend my time naked and chained into the same collar and limb cuffs set up as before: Every one of the five steel rings, one for neck, one each for wrists and ankles, were thick and heavy. Very old school. A central chain, the chains were thick too, ran from neck to ankles, with chains at waist height connecting my wrists, and a second at ankle height for them.

I didn't mind being chained up and naked for almost the entire time at all. With my wrists in front I could still do most things, helpful since I spent from nine until four alone both days. Time enough to read through most of the two horror novels I bought along, to phone Lili. The point is I wasn't bored. You'd think it might be, boring, chained up and confined, waiting. But remember I'm into this, being chained up means being helpless.

And I love being helpless.

And when Trevor returned each day. We had fun. We talked, he had me help him go over some printed sheets, looking for certain groups of numbers, which I had to circle whilst he did similar to an equally sized pile. He declared, smiling, that it was a race, and the winner got to decide on dinner plans. "And." Winking at me. "Go."
"But. Hey." Looking around. "Where's my damn pen?"
"Your what?"
"My pen?"
"Oh." Reaching a hand up, my eyes track the move, to his shirt breast pocket. To a pen.
"Honest..." I start to say, reaching.

But Trevors quicker.

"But." Looking from Trevor, grinning, to the bathroom. "But...."
"Oh." Snapping his fingers, like remembering something important. "You know. I just saw a pen." Trevor points, smirks. "In the bathroom."
"In the bathroom." Where you just threw it. I tut, but smile, enjoying the game despite now clearly being on my way to losing. "Honestly."
"Off you go." Giving my bare butt a pat as I stand. "I'm on page three already."
"Cheat." I stick out my tongue, laughing as I shuffle- can't walk properly, let alone run, not with the short chain between my ankle cuffs -to the bathroom and back.

Still no sex. Or at least, no proper sex. At night, after checking I'd been for a pee, and was happy, Trevor chains me to the bed, laid on my back, limbs reaching above and below me, my body secured into an I shape. I wake up on two of the three mornings to find Trevor has rolled over to me at some point during the night, his hand resting on either my breasts or crotch, his cock- he sleeps naked too -pressing it's hard length against my leg.

On the Sunday evening, with all his meetings finally over, we make use of the bath. A rare moment of freedom for me, a chance to relax for both of us. Laid at opposite ends of the tub, side by side yet facing each other, we talk awhile. Which leads to Trevor washing me, taking his time as I sit cross legged in the middle of the circular tub, feeling his bubble slicked hands wander and explore my body. Mostly my breasts.

And then, at my insistence, because it only seems fair, I wash him. An act which leads from something like an upper body massage, to my gentle yet persistent teasing of his still underwater cock, to a blowjob. But a blowjob back out in the bedroom, where Trevor, quickly lest he spoil the moment I guess, which for me wouldn't be possible. But anyway. Trevor uses three pairs of handcuffs to hogtie me laying still wet atop some towels on the bed, then climbs up and lays beside me, on his back.

His grin, wide as he watches me struggle and bounce over to him, turning my body so that I can reach his thick by stubby cock with my mouth, is great to see, and warms my heart to know I'm making him happy. That he's enjoying the time he paid for me to spend with him. As he should.

We part ways on the Monday with a hug, and I'm glad to see him leave with a spring in his step.

There was a photoshoot too. A day trip to Cornwall where I dressed up like a schoolgirl: black leggings and white shirt worn under a dark red jumper, and got tied spread eagle to one of those wobbly looking rectangular wooden tables I remember populating all the classrooms when I was in comprehensive school. The room had been done to look like a classroom too, complete with whiteboard and some very suspect looking homemade poems, which were up on the walls glued to coloured paper backing. Certainly it was all up to Zak's standards.

Once tied I was, slowly, stripped. Leggings and thong pulled down, jumper and so forth pulled up, as the photos were taken. So by the end I was as good as naked. Just photos though, so no need to struggle, just lay down and look pretty. And helpless of course.

It was only riding my bike home that my brain made the connection between schoolgirls and the kink ball, and therefore to Clive. And it's a sign of how well I've managed to move on, how little the whole disaster still troubles me, that mostly thoughts of him, that smiling con artist who traded me without a second thought. All I felt was mild curiosity, a brief thought of 'I wonder what he's doing now?'

I. Mostly. Don't care. Life's too short. If I did see Clive again, I'm not even sure I'd be mad?

I think.

Mostly. Lili and me have spent the months planning. We've something big, something that, the idea for which, came about quite by accident. I'm going to see her next Tuesday- thank fuck for some big party or other giving all us council workers a half day off. We're going to finalise the details then.

But first. Today. Now. Daniel.
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That chapter certainly hit a lot of nails on the head. Nice to get to read how Brooke's life has moved on... and certainly enough of a tease of things to come (both regarding the ' flattened snake' thing and the project with Lili).
It's certainly a treat to get to follow this journey.
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NotSeen wrote: 2 years ago That chapter certainly hit a lot of nails on the head. Nice to get to read how Brooke's life has moved on... and certainly enough of a tease of things to come (both regarding the ' flattened snake' thing and the project with Lili).
It's certainly a treat to get to follow this journey.
[mention]NotSeen[/mention] hit the nail on the head too. Plymouth has moved on, changing from a bumbling wannabe to a solid professional. At the same time, she still projects enthusiasm freshness. Thank you, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention], for continuing this story. It had too much to offer to let it lie fallow.
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GreyLord wrote: 2 years ago Thank you, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention], for continuing this story.
Welcome :D . Thank you, and you others, for letting me know you'd like to see/read more.
NotSeen wrote: 2 years ago regarding the ' flattened snake' thing
I'm interested to see how this particular job Brooke's on is received, in the next chapter, because to my knowledge the 'snake' isn't a well known bondage kink.
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027.

Daniel's website is called strangeropes. Of course I found him in my initial research, a UK based site, lots of tight bondage. But I crossed him off the list because, well, the bondage was all just, quite.

Strange.

Not strange bad. Just, different. And I like different, different is fun. I just didn't want to start out with it.

"But you've actually used that. Um." I point at the twenty plus foot flattened length of material. "Snake."
"Fred."
"Wait." I smile, shaking my head. "The snake has a name?"
"Of course Fred has a name." Smiling too, sat on his double bed next to me, since Daniel operates his website and does most of the shoots from his house. "The time I spent building it. Had to call him something."

"But. Fred?"
"Sure." Nodding. "What's wrong with Fred?"
"Nothing." Holding up both hands in surrender. "Point is. I was saying. You actually use him quite often, for this?"
"Yeah." Daniel thinks, counts on his fingers. "You'll actually be the sixth girl Fred has eaten."
"Right." Eaten. Because apparently tying up a girl and then fake eating her, using a giant snake, is a thing people actually want to see.

It even has a name. Vore.

I did say strange.

But I said fun too.

The contract is all signed, it and the money are tucked in my messenger bag, which sits in Daniel's bathroom alongside most of my clothes. For this shoot I'm dressed up in some sexy lingerie. A plunging pink bra cups my F's, showing them off with plenty of lace through which my nipples can just about, maybe, be seen. This is paired with a matching pink thong, high waisted with little more then string running around my waist and down my butt crack. Of course, the benefit to wearing so little, as Daniel explained, is that every single one of my tattoo's is on show. Including my newest three.

On my right forearm are flames, red and black, ringing my wrist and climbing backwards up towards my elbow. This will be my only right side tattoo. Because I hate symmetry.

On my lower left leg, underneath the lighthouse that dominates the upper thigh, is a skull. The skull is on my outer leg, centred on that large muscle, and faces outwards. It's done in blacks and greys. Shades. The mouth is open wide, almost too wide and large for the shape and size of the human skull, and filled with long pointed teeth. Plus the skulls left eye is filled with a red glow.

Lastly I've had an Egyptian Eye of Rah symbol inked onto the back of my left hand, done in black and large enough to fill most of the area.

"Okay?" Daniel asks, standing up. "Ready?"
"Ready coach." I stand too, performing a handful of shadow boxing punches at the empty air. "Put me in. I'm ready."
"Good. Right." Putting an arm around my shoulder, drawing me in close, Daniel drops his voice to a deeper tone as he plays along. "I want a good clean hogtie, Plymouth."
"I'll make that hogtie my little bitch." Nodding, bouncing on the spot, enjoying the moment. "I won't let you down coach."
"Good man Plymouth." I grin, it's like some kind of messed up movie. "And, remember." Turning me to face him, one hand still on my shoulder, the other repeatedly pointing at my face. "When that snake comes. You get eaten. Got it."
"I got it coach." Banging my fists together twice. "I got this. I was born to be eaten."

Which, the whole charade, finally collapses as we both start laughing.

But. Seriously. It's time to get tied up.

Daniel flicks on his three cameras: one facing the side of the bed, one down by the foot of the bed, and one placed alongside the bed but higher, looking slightly down for a different angle. Three, plus his handheld, seems expensive for a solo operation like his- and I do realise Zak, who has four plus, is solo too, but Zak clearly has money to burn. I did ask. "Why so many cameras, just the one and an extra pair of hands would surely be cheaper?" To which Daniel had nodded, shrugged. "Yeah, I tried that in the beginning. Trouble is, all my friends are fucking perverts who just wouldn't stop hitting on the models."

Which explains why he works alone.

Just like Zak, like everyone I imagine, Daniel will cut and paste and edit all the footage later, taking an hour plus of film from the four cameras and turning it into a eight or fifteen minute video, plus some choice stills he can sell as a photoset.

Earlier, in the bathroom getting changed, I worked my hair into a single thick plait. Elsa from Frozen style. This will keep it out of the way, at Daniels request, whilst I struggle.

It also makes gagging me easier. Daniel uses a ballgag, one with a fair sized black rubber ball and black leather straps. "Good enough?" He asks, coming back around in front of me. I shrug, nod. Sure, but, you know. "Could you manage tighter?" Silly question. I nod. Daniel grins, disappearing behind me to unbuckle the gag and pull the whole thing one, feels more like two, holes tighter.

What can I say, I like to feel the leather pinching at the sides of my mouth. I like to be forced to drool.

The hogtie is simple, but tight, a thing made up of just three ropes. First, still standing, my wrists are bound behind me. Bound crossed though where normally I've had to place them side by side. My ankles are bound crossed too, once I'm laid back down on Daniel's double bed, which, I note, is one of those beds where the mattress is placed atop a solid wooden block. The kind with hidden draws. No pillows, or duvet, and the bottom sheet is white so it won't clash with my hair or lingerie.

Daniel doesn't attempt to pull the hogtie overly tight. I mean, the whole thing feels very secure, though in a moment I'll have a chance to test that theory. But the connecting rope, whilst not being slack, isn't so short that I can touch my own feet.

"Happy?" Hunkering down in front of me, giving me a smile. "Well, maybe not happy, but...."
"Mmhffppf." I nod, cutting Daniel off. Of course I'm happy. "Ffmml mmgffgg."
"Yeah?" Raised eyebrows. "Well, okay." Nodding. "Some of the models, it's just a job. But, hey." Grinning. "Good for you."
"Mmffp yymmfp mmmm."
"Yes. You look very cute." Daniel stands back up. "Struggle time okay?"
"Mmkggmp."
"Excellant. Get some footage of just you, then we'll bring in Fred."

Now I get the reasoning behind the, some might say rope light or simple, hogtie. Having less restrictions placed on my limbs means I can actually struggle, instead of my usual effort, which mostly amounts to grunting and drooling as I flop about on the spot. Sometimes the hogtie is so tight I can't even fall over onto my side. Imagine that. All these breasts and nobody gets to see them.

How silly.

I'm under strict instructions not to leave the middle of the bed, but I put on a good show all the same. In the space of ten minutes I manage to work myself over onto my back, legs spread wide apart, breasts and crotch being thrust repeatedly at the ceiling as I work my hands in a futile attempt to locate any knots on my bound wrists or ankles. I manage to drool down my chin too.

Glancing across, making eye contact with Daniel's handheld camera, which he's been using to zoom in for the occasional close up, Daniel gives me a quick wave, then does a twirling gesture with his hand. "Mmfmp." I nod. Time to right myself, roll back onto my belly.

Which, making a struggle of it for the benefit of the audience, turning my body so I'm facing the side of the bed away from the door, not the foot end, I manage in about five minutes.

"Great." Putting the camera down, giving me a thumbs up. "Gotta say Plymouth, you make an amazing damsel."
"Mmgffg fmmffgm."
"Good to continue no doubt?"
"Mmmfm." I nod. Of course. "Great." Smiling. "What a trooper. You remember how this part will go?"
"Fmmyfff." Yes I do. I still can't see how it could possibly be a real thing, let alone a thing Daniel can sell. But. Yes. Let's bring out Fred.

I keep my struggling to a bare minimum now, nothing more then some low moaning, nothing more then flexing my limbs. Like stretching, testing my bonds.

And then, glancing back over my shoulder, I see Fred.

"I'm inside." Daniel had explained, as he was setting the room up, bringing Fred in from the spare room and rolling the long snake out. "Fred isn't a robot, he's a costume."

The knowledge that Fred isn't real doesn't stop my moment of panic. My whole body jumps, eyes widen, and a very unladylike curse is luckily muffled by the tight ballgag.

He's the same width as a sleeping bag, maybe a foot or two wider, and over twenty foot long. He looks like a sleeping bag too, I guess that's an easy analogy to make, a good comparison. Damned if I know how Daniel climbed inside, or even where abouts inside he is right now? But Fred's head, his front, has just appeared up on the bed.

Behind me.

And rational thought be damned, because it very much looks, and feels in my slightly panicked brain, like I'm about to be eaten.

For real.

Just like with a sleeping bag the front is open all the way across. Fred's whole length is black, but with some kind of grey irregular diamond like pattern. His mouth though, currently opening wide. How? His mouth is red, and surrounded by evenly spaced white pointy teeth.

I moan, in panic, not entirely faked, and wriggle my body in a futile attempt to run. Yes my hogtie isn't super restrictive, I can move. But not fast. Not nearly fast enough to outpace Fred. Who looks hungry.

I can't keep my eyes off him. Can't help but look back, watching as Fred's mouth opens wider and wider. As he slithers- there's just no other word for the smooth way he glides -at an angle across the bed. Towards me.

I moan again, bouncing up and down on the spot, helpless to do anything more.

And then I feel him.

I'd glanced forwards, my eyes happening to stray to one of the three cameras, becoming momentarily distracted by it's red LED. But now my gaze darts back, seeing my legs already inside Fred's mouth, his upper jaw closing, opening, closing again.

The snake is. Munching? On my legs.

The teeth are soft. Realising that, feeling too the softness of his mouth as it continues to close around me, now having reached my waist, takes some of the panic away.

But it's still a very strange, I would say freaky, experience.

I continue to struggle as Fred consumes me. Moaning. Wriggling my body over onto my side. With my lower half inside Fred I, suddenly, feel what must be Daniel's hands, one each on each of my legs, pulling me gently but slowly inside now that enough of Fred is up on the bed to swallow me.

Soon only my breasts and head are visible. Somehow Fred's throat closes up, the inside tightening as I'm pulled further and deeper, blocking my body from view.

Fred's mouth keeps working, the occasional close then open, as the last of me is pulled inside. And then it closes for good.

No more Plymouth.

And. Scene.

Another final moment of panic, because I'm so far inside the snake, inside Fred, that the elasticated throat has completely closed over my head. I can't see.

"Mmmmffffppfff." Rolling around. I'm not claustrophobic, but even so. Get me out.

Please.

"Hold on Plymouth." Daniel's voice, amused, muffled. Fred twists left and right around me. Is Daniel climbing out? How did he even climb in?

"Here. Hang on." Hands, touching the top of my head, and then reaching in further, to hook under my armpits. And pull.

"There you are." I look up, blinking in the new found light- inside of Fred was pitch black. Daniel grins down at me, leans forwards to remove my ballgag. "Better?"
"Better. Thanks."
"Wait there." I tut, Daniel laughs. What, like I'm going to run away? "I'll get the ropes off you."
"That'd be great thanks."

I stop off halfway home, for gas and food, and a much needed rest. I love my bike but too long in the saddle gives me a sore bum. I ring Lili whilst eating my Burger King. It's become a ritual of ours: whenever one of us has a job, even if it's just a ropesluts gig for Lili in her own flat with a girl she's worked with five times, we ring when we're done.

The unspoken truth to this new protectiveness, of course, is that neither of us wants to fall down another Kink Ball hole.

"B. How was the snake?"
"Fred."
"What?" Lili laughs. "It's got a name?"
"Yeah." I laugh too. "It was fine. Definitely the weirdest thing I've done."
"Weirdest bondage job I've ever heard of." I can hear her nodding agreement. "Fun though?"
"You know." I grin. "It was yeah. Actually kinda scary too."
"Really?"
"It was a big snake." I shiver slightly, remembering that first glimpse. Then laugh again. "I think that's the point."
"Probably."

"Anyway." Stopping to slurp the last of my drink. "Tuesday?"
"Tuesday." Another unseen but imagined nod. "Final preflight checks."
"Definitely."
"Got your passport?"
"Arrived yesterday. Finally." I laugh, Lili joins me. We say our goodbyes, then hang up.

This time next week we'll both be half a world away, on our first holiday. A working trip to Japan. Home of shibari.
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No question, Fred is fun, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. You gave us a nice scene with Daniel. But, I am eager to getting on to the Land of the Rising Sun. What wonders will we see there? And how will the Japanese take to Plymouth's pair of Fs?
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Reading that was genuinely fun - and it sounds like the future will bring even better things.
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NotSeen wrote: 2 years ago Reading that was genuinely fun
Thanks. I had hoped it wouldn't come across as too weird.

And, yes, onwards to Japan now, to see what mischief I can cook up ;) :D
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Good to see this story has not ended yet. Brooke/Plymouth is really developing as a person, and the kink ball was (thankfully) not the end of her willingness to experiment. Now she seems at a much better place mentally and truly happy. Her life has slowed down in some sense, and she seems less keen to throw eveything away for her bondage career, but Lili is planning something, so that will not be tame. Great writing!
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028.

It's all that girls fault. The reporter from the Academy, sorry, Academie, awards ceremony. She probably didn't, but as I remember it now she more or less told me to come and try some Japanese shibari.

In Japan of course.

I wouldn't of wanted to do this solo. The planning alone has been something of a logistical nightmare at times, plotting our journey across the country, slotting our various appointments together and finding relevant travel tickets, plus hotels, to go along with them.

Yes. I said our appointments. Because Lili, my rope loving girlfriend, is in on this too. To be fair there's no way she'd miss out, we both love ropes, love to be tied. Lili loves tying too, and, well, I'm growing to enjoy that side of things.

I'd probably enjoy it more if Lili didn't keep slipping free of every attempt I make at binding her sexy tattooed body up. Usually grinning as she does. But I'm learning, and one day she'll not escape.

I've been practicing my evil laugh in preparation.

All the planning, the phonecalls and emails, it's the first time I've seen Lili in business mode.

It's been a huge help that she has the ropesluts name, her own bondage website, to back this venture. It's been a name that's opened doors, gotten people- those we've sought out for the various bondage shoots we want to do in Japan -to take us seriously.

She. Well, we, but it's Lili's site. We're calling it: Ropesluts invades Japan, featuring Plymouth. There's been a huge banner on her homepage, featuring Lili and me hugging whilst ballgagged and wearing nothing but tiny bikinis, to advertise this imminent event, which the banner promises will be five video updates, plus a bonus behind the scenes reel, and of course five photosets to complement the videos.

The whole thing has been planned out to, hopefully, make more money from the content we'll be creating then the costs incurred with travelling and paying the people we'll be working with. Because whilst this will all be a whole mass of fun, and a holiday, it's our job too.

Five. That's a lot of bondage when we aren't actually allowed to bring any rope, or cuffs, or gags that aren't just a scarf, through customs.

"Hi." I smile, doing a little bow and feeling silly for it, but the middle aged man at the information desk, here on the main concourse of Osaka International Airport, returns both smile and bow. So I feel better. Both Lili, stood beside me and doing her own small from the waist bow, and me have read up on Japan: the culture, the history, dipping in and out. More importantly we've had a decent stab at learning the language, a four month crash course- started once we were sure this trip was a real, and viable, thing -because neither of us wants to be that person who travels abroad only to shout English. Usually nice. And. Slowly. At everyone until someone understands.

"Um." I smile again, lick my lips and take the plunge. "Eki. The station. Um." Nerves, my attempted accent sounds silly to my ears. Both Lili and me have giggled plenty, teased, as we've tried to wrap our tongues around the unfamiliar sounds. But glancing to the side now she offers me a small encouraging smile. "Arigato."
"Ah." He bows again. "You want." A small smile. "Ressha?"

I nod. "Yes. Ressha." His smile widens, a reward for my efforts. "Shinkansen ressha. Arigako." Lili adds, bowing. "Um. Shinkansen Tokyo. Please."
"Shinkansen?" The man thrusts one arm forwards, making a whooshing sort of whistle noise. "Pretty ladies want bullet train. Shinkansen. Yes?"
"Hai."
"Hai." He bows, more of a nod, which we both return. "Chizu?"

"Chizu. Please." I'd like a map, we actually have a map in my messenger bag, our carry on. But by the time I've wrestled it free from everything else I appear to of stuffed in there, he has a map. A leaflet, unfolded onto the desk between us, onto which he draws two circles. "You. Here." Pointing at one circle, then at the actual ground. "Hai?"
"Yes," Lili answers, whilst I nod. "Us. Hai."
"Good." Nodding. "Yoi." He points at the second circle. "Ressha Shinkansen, hai?"
"Shinkansen." I nod, it looks close. Or is the map just really small scale. "Aruku? Walk. Um. Is it far?"

He looks us up and down as though gauging our level of fitness. Are we fat? Wearing heels? Both Lili and I, despite her size twelve to my eight, and her love of takeaways, are quite trim. I jog, she swims. We can both walk for several hours without tiring. And we're wearing adidas, because who wants to spend half a day on a plane wearing heels?

Reaching a decision, he nods. "Takushi. There." Pointing towards the main doors, at the ranked taxis beyond. "Fifteen minutes. Or," tracing a zig zapping route over the map with his finger. "Aruku. Maybe two hours. Hai?"
"Hai." Lili thanks him, bowing. I take the map as he bows back.

We elect to walk. It's warm out, warmer for the late autumn then back in the UK. Prehaps too warm to be walking in jeans, but we've both been sat down for too long. We need to stretch, to breathe some fresh non recycled air.

And of course what better way to enjoy the sights then at walking pace.

Taking a moment we stow our jackets: Lili's black Three Kings hoodie, my lightweight green waterproof, in our suicases, then we set off, holding hands, our cases gliding behind us.

Everything looks so different. The language of course, on all the signs, but it's so much more. The cars, despite being mostly makes and models I see back home everyday, somehow being on a Japanese road makes them look unfamiliar. Everything is exotic, tall buildings line the downtown streets, I stop more then once, to Lili's amusement, to get a closer look at the non UK trees spaced and scattered around, putting my works hat on and casting a critical eye over leaf shapes and bark colour, trying to group them with the greenery I prune with Jeff and the gang each winter.

We stumble, quite by accident, upon a sort of zen garden. A small stream feeding a pond within which large golden fish lurk, well tended lawns and areas of raked sand. A pretty red wooden bridge arching over the stream, and, at the centre of it all a small building with a pointed roof, a shrine, squats. We stay here, in the garden sat cuddled together on a bench overlooking the pond, for over a half hour. Silent, enjoying the peace.

Strange how such a place can exist, such tranquility, with only a fence to protect it from the noise and bustle of the city beyond.

Eventually we make it to the station, where we manage to buy tickets from an automated machine with only a couple of easily correctable mistakes. The learning curve of such a difficult language is steep, but we're managing.

We buy food, some kind of crisps and a wrap that we think is fish based, plus pink coloured flavoured water, to eat and drink on the train, then navigate our way up onto the platforms to wait.

"What, the actual fuck?" I breathe, staring open mouthed at the white bullet- clearly a name well earned -edging smoothly up the platform. "Why is it's nose so long?" Lili, open mouthed too, shaking her head. "And pointy?"

The Shinkansen, aside from the obvious features it has to share- doors, basic boxy cross-section shape -looks nothing like the trains back home. "It looks like a damn space ship." I decide. "Like something sent from the future." Lili adds as the train comes to a silent stop, it's doors exactly- and we're talking within a hands span -level with the floor marker on the platform.

We climb on, finding an interior equal in wow factor to the exterior. And then we're both pushed back in our seats as the train departs. At speed. Showing acceleration greater then anything I've ridden in back home.

It's dark by the time we arrive in Tokyo. We've lost a whole day punching East through multiple timezones, then heading that little bit further on the white bullet. By this point we're both running on fumes.

Too tired to attempt any more Japanese, I show my phone, the address ghosting up off the lit screen, to the driver of the first taxi in line. He nods, pitching the stub of his cigarette out the window as Lili and me haul our bags into the boot, and half sit half collapse into the back seat.

"Oriko. Ladies." Shaking, I try to shrug it off, to roll away. "Oriko." I'm just, so, tired. "Hoteru. Ladies. Oriko. Up. Up."
"Wha...?" Opening my eyes, finding the driver leaning in, gently but firmly shaking me, and beyond him the hotel doors, everything lit up. I blink, forcing myself to focus. "Oh." Fuck. "Gomen. Um." Shaking Lili awake, beside me. "Sorry. Sorry."
Ladies. Okay?"
"Yes. Hai." Climbing out, whilst a groggy half asleep looking Lili clambers out the other door. The hotel hadn't been far from the station, an easy walk, but we'd been in no state.

"Thank you." I hold out a wad of Japanese Yen, which the driver takes, sorts through, before handing all but two back. "Oyasuminasai." He bows, returning to his open door. "Have. Safe holiday. English ladies." Turning to the boot I find our luggage already retrieved, waiting beside a twenty something lady wearing hotel livery. "Arigato. Goodnight." I return the drivers bow.

Inside we check in, then ride the lift with our luggage and it's young attendant up ten floors. She has our key, which she uses to open up the room, turning on the light, checking the curtains are pulled shut and parking our cases in front of the dark wooden wardrobe. "Arigato." I bow, holding out a pair of thousand yen notes- which sounds like a fortune but works out at around ten pounds.

"Arigato. Ladies." She bows, taking the notes with a small smile. Her eyes, I'd noticed, had been constantly straying to my chest, very obvious given the pale grey vest top I'm wearing. Our tattoo's too, Lili's chest piece and both our arms, have been examined with multiple fleeting, almost cautious, glances.

Tattoo's, certainly obvious ones like ours, aren't common here. Oops.

We're too tired to eat, so we strip off and climb naked into bed, letting sleep finally, properly, claim us.

We've no appointments for tomorrow anyway, a whole day to get our bearings, to relax and explore, to do whatever, before the first of three scheduled bookings with Master Yoshi, the shibari expert who's agreed to work with us here in Tokyo.
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Your descriptions are excellent, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. This segment of your tale is particularly interesting to me because I have been in Japan. Admittedly, a long time ago, long before bullet trains. Awaiting your continuation.

I like the way Plymouth and Lili are working together. It will be interesting to see what they do.
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Japan, yay! For someone who was something of a 'japanophile' in my youth, I have a hunch this'll be good (then again, there isn't much that you've written that isn't good...)
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次に何が起こるのだろうか (I wonder what will happen next...)

I enjoy reading this story very much, Plymouth's growth and thoughts. Well done.
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GreyLord wrote: 2 years ago I have been in Japan.
NotSeen wrote: 2 years ago For someone who was something of a 'japanophile' in my youth
slackywacky wrote: 2 years ago 次に何が起こるのだろうか (I wonder what will happen next...)
No pressure then :lol:
Just don't get too mad if I make a Japanese based mistake guys.

I'm doing my research, more for this then for anything I've written before, but Google translate and Google itself (to research shibari and other random Japanese facts) aren't foolproof.
At some stage I'm bound ;) to mix something up.

Still, all the research is proving quite the education.
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029.

Fed and watered, rested, with a full day spent exploring Tokyo, followed by a proper- not because of jet lag -sleep, Lili and me make our way to the city outskirts, up into the hills, to meet with Master Yoshi.

The taxi drops us outside of a small two story cream coloured house, one amongst a dozen, all detached from each other, all stood in a row. Similar rows are arranged both up and down the hill, the whole estate has trees scattered throughout.

Some kind of Nissan, going by the badge on it's rear, something very low slung and with a high rear spoiler, sits on blocks, on the driveway beside the house. The car has no bonnet and, I peer in, only half an engine. "Looks fast though." I muse, looking up to realise Lili's already at the door, having ignored the car completely, and is already knocking. I hurry to catch her up.

"Yoshi-san?"
"Hai." A small bow, looking from Lili to me. Back. Probably we bought too many breasts and should've covered up more. But. Well, neither of us cares much for who sees what. Being a porn star you mostly stop worrying about silly things like whether somebody can see your nipples.

Which, just to clarify, he can't.

Yet.

"Lili-san." Nodding as though he's made a decision, reaching out a hand, which Lili grasps. "And you." Turning to face me, smiling. "You are Plymouth. Yes?"
"Brooke." I smile back, taking the offered hand. Giving him my real name. "Asa. Yoshi-san."
"Good morning, Brooke-san." He bows to me, I bow back. "Please." He steps back. "Onegaishimasu. Come in."

Yoshi, first name or last I don't know, is somewhere in that march through his late thirties and early forties. It's hard to say exactly where. Around five eight and slim with muscled arms, black stubble on his face matched to spiky black hair ontop, spiked to look untidy.

Leading us through the house, I'm shocked to discover a child, a small girl still in diapers, sat on the living room floor. She's stacking blocks, a look of utter concentration on her round face, a look which stays comically in place even after Yoshi, stopping beside her as we stop in turn behind him, bends down and pushes the small tower over. Frowning, still trying to place the yellow block she's holding atop the non existent pile, she finally turns her face.

Which breaks into a huge grin at the sight of him.

"Otochan." She claps, giggling as he scoops her up and flies her in a fast circle, spinning. "Supin." She seems to demand. "Mata mata, otochan."
"Honestly." A womans voice, from the doorway behind us all, chides. "She's just been fed. Hai."

Lili and me turn, finding a slim thirty something lady, dressed simply in blue jeans and tee, her long black hair tied back and piled atop her head in a clip. Like Yoshi by skin tone alone she's very clearly a Japanese native. And like him her English, which I can only assume they're both using out of politeness, is perfect.

Yoshi smiles, kissing his daughter on the forehead, before handing her over. "You are Lili, yes?" The lady, his wife it must be, looks from Lili to me. "And," a small frown, "Plymouth?"
"Brooke." I bow, surprised as I come back up to find myself being hugged one armed, the other still being used to hold her daughter.

"Brooke." Nodding, letting go of me to hug Lili next. "I am Hanako. You've already met Akio, my husband. And this," stroking the little girls nose, making her giggle some more, "is Yui. Our daughter."
"Hanako-san," Lili smiles, I step closer, smiling too as I wrap my arm around my girlfriend, "thank you. Both." Lili nods to Akio. "For welcoming us into your home."
"Arigato." I add, kissing Lili's cheek.

"You are working with Akio, hai?"
"Yes. Hai."
"Good." Having stepped closer to her husband, he reaches out to pull her into a hug. She nods. "Please. Do not let me keep you."

I decide not to ask, despite having a whole ton of questions regarding Akio, Master Yoshi, having a family whilst still managing to be one of the most well respected shibari masters in Japan. Besides, I think, as he once more takes the lead, opening a door to reveal stairs going down, some of those things I wonder might be revealed in due course, and the rest are most likely, and quite rightly, private between Mr and Mrs Yoshi.

"When we move, B," Lili comments, both of us looking around at the foot of the stairs, "we need to find a house with a basement."

It's just one big square room down here, most likely the same size as the house above, but with a ceiling half as high again. The stairs come down against one wall so almost the whole space is available, space which Akio has put to good use.

Good use for a shibari master anyway.

The walls are all unpainted grey stone blocks. Of the four one has two X shaped dark wooden crosses flanking a single T shape cross bolted to it. A second wall is hung with half a dozen flags: I spot the Japanese naval rising sun alongside a flag which looks like a military coat of arms. One of the flags is simply white and covered in black Japanese writing. Several low beams, lower then the ceiling but still way too high to reach, crisscross overhead, but leave plenty of space for two large black encased globe lights. On the third wall, the forth being taken up by the stairs, is hung a wide variety of ropes, arranged into groups. Against this wall a chest has also been pushed.

"The flags, most are personal to me." Akio explains, pointing as he walks over to the chest. "We must always set the cameras up with this wall behind. Hai?"
"Yes of course."
"Did you serve?"
"Hai." Akio nods, reaching up to affectionately pat the rising sun. "My grandfather, fought Americans. Even now, in defeat, my family are proud to serve in Japanese Navy."
"Will your daughter join?" Hoping I'm not being rude, but the question slips out before I can think about whether I should ask.

"I." A small smile, there and gone. "Hope so. Hai. But, my wife, she is not from my history. Her grandfather did not fight. So." A shrug, but his grimace speaks of possible, not arguments, but I think they've had at least one debate on their infant daughters future already.

Whilst I've been talking, Lili has gotten everything at least halfway set up. We couldn't bring rope into Japan, but her laptop and two cameras weren't going to ring any alarms. In fact most of Lili's luggage was taken up by those and the two tripods to accompany them, which meant we both had to pack clothes light, since mostly everything we'll be wearing went into my case.

She's set her tripods up in front of the flags, one in the rooms centre, one near the stairs facing the wall of ropes, so neither one will capture any flags on film. Both of us, and Akio, will be too busy to operate them, so Lili's currently working out her two best angles, from which static positions she'll get what footage she can.

Akio removes his white shirt- revealing a large oriental dragon tattoo coiling and snaking up from his right leg, wrapping around his muscular upper body -and, now dressed only in blue jeans with bare feet, places a tied black bandana over his mouth. Because. "This life. My, shibari, must be secret. I have a family, a job. These two parts of me can not meet."
"Okay." I nod, because Lili can't talk anymore. "So, you're Master Yoshi now. Hai?"
"Hai." A bow. "Please, Brooke-san. Arigato."
"Of course." I bow back.

My jeans are blue too, but faded, and with rips on both knees. They're a tighter fit then Akio's too. Above this I'm wearing a dark grey hoodie, unzipped to the point my breasts are very nearly spilling out, certainly there's plenty of both breasts and my white lace plunge bra on show. But no visible tattoo's. I don't need to hide them, but for this shoot doing so helps to emphasise the difference between me and Lili.

Lili is naked, and ballgagged.

Having flicked on the cameras she comes to stand in the centre of the room. Bows to Akio- stood to her left -which he returns. And blows me- stood to her right, Akio and me are flanking her -a gagged kiss. I smile back.

The thinking behind this first video is simple. Why not get the famous Master Yoshi to try and teach me, a bondage model who has never, on film at least, tied anyone, something. With the help of my willing assistant Syn.

"Rope Sluts fans," I grin, waving at the camera, "welcome. For those of you who don't know, I'm Plymouth. And alongside Syn." I gesture, to Lili, who bows Japanese style to the camera directly in front. "I'll be your host and guide, on this first part at least, of our Far East invasion."

"With us today, a gentleman we'll be seeing more then once here on rope sluts. Master Yoshi." I gesture to Akio, who bows, a simple incline of the head. "Master Yoshi is one of the leading experts in shibari, the art of Japanese rope bondage. Isn't that right, Yoshi-san?"
"Yes, Plymouth-san." Akio's voice is only slightly muffled by his bandana, still easily clear enough to be picked up by the camera mics. "Shibari is." He seems to consider. "Art."
"And today, you're going to be teaching me some of this, art. Yes?"
"Hai." Akio makes his own gesture towards Lili. "Today, Plymouth-san, I will show you how to tie hishi karada. And gote gasshou. On your willing friend."

Lili waits, patiently, whilst Akio walks over to his wall, and selects a long length of rope, the first of many. Which he hands to me.

And we begin.

There is, almost, an element of comedy to the whole thing. Akio is a good teacher, patient. And Lili's a good model, happy to be trussed up in this new way. The problem, the comedy, derives from my being a bad student.

Bad because I don't follow orders well. Bad because I don't like being told what to do. Both of which are reasons why I, though part of a small gang at work, work mostly alone within that gang. I listen, to Akio's clear instructions, I nod, but then half the time I simply do what I think should be done next, not what the tie actually calls for.

After which Akio will grimace slightly, usually followed by a small smile, and then he'll step up and show me, untangling my own recently made knots, doing the job of tying Lili properly. Tightly.

"So," taking a step back, looking Lili up and down, "we're. Done?"
"Hai." Akio nods, tugging on Lili's crotch rope, making her moan and squirm up onto her tip toes briefly. Like that will help. The ghost of a smile crosses his face. "Your friend, Plymouth-san, she is tied now."

I've got to admit, it looks like art. Certainly more so then the largely functional bondage I've been in and- attempted -to do myself up until now.

Lili's upper body is bisected in diamonds, the shapes made by ropes that form a kind of harness around her from neck to crotch. The central part of the harness is a double rope, formed into small diamonds by ropes from the back, which run around Lili's sides to pull the centre rope open in four places: above her breasts, below her breasts, over her belly button, and on her crotch. This harness does nothing to make Lili helpless, it's purely for esthetics. It, looks good. But it is tied tight, the rope does dig in all over, Lili's breasts are nicely squeezed.

No. Her helplessness- upper body wise anyway since she has no ropes below the waist -is due entirely to the second tie. The gote gasshou.

More ropes around Lili's chest, further squeezing her enhanced D cups, have been used to secure her arms behind her in quite a restrictive manner. Her upper arms point downwards, already being angled together, with Lili's lower arms pressed together in the small of her back, hands palm to palm and pointed at the roof.

Stepping up to Lili I lean down, taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking even whilst gently caressing the other breast. Lili moans, head tilted towards the ceiling, arms fidgeting behind her back within the tight ropes. This, my teasing of her, is off script. But damn it she looks so cute.

I'd fuck her, damn I'd love to fuck her right now, if I thought I could get away with it in Akio's house.

Maybe later.

"Well then," stepping back, licking my lips for both Lili's and the cameras benefit, she moans again, at me, "Master Yoshi. How did I do?"
"I think. Plymouth-san." Akio smiles. "That it is my own shibari I am grading here. Hai?"
"Not at all." Grabbing hold of Lili's crotch rope I give it a tug, causing the knot we. Well okay Akio. Causing Akio's knot to dig into her pussy yet again. Perfectly placed to rub up against her clit. Lili moans, closes her eyes. "This bit." Another tug, bringing Lili up onto her tip toes, holding her there as I bounce the crotch rope up and down between her pussy lips. She moans some more, eyes finding mine. I am, definitely, off script.

And I don't care.

"This tie I definitely did." A final bounce, before letting go, allowing a panting, close to orgasm- I can tell -Lili to sink back down to earth. "Right?"
"I will judge those things you did do, Plymouth-san." Akio tuts, smiles. Walking a ring around Lili.

"You still have much to learn." Nodding, stood on the other side of Lili to me, the two of us framing her as she stands, facing the camera, still bound and gagged. Standing still and patient though. Like a good little rope slut. "I will award you a six."
"Six?" I sound upset because I am upset. Did I mention my inability to follow simple instructions extents to believing that, whatever the task, I basically nailed it. Mostly without help too. "Surely," flicking one of Lili's nipples, "this is at least an eight?"
"It is at least a nine. Plymouth-san." Shaking his head, like a weary teacher. Then Akio smiles. "But a nine because it is Master Yoshi shibari. Hai?"
"Fine." I huff, then grin. "Six. Master." I bow. "Arigato."

Akio bows back, and, that's where the video will end.

When Lili eventually edits everything. Probably once we're home again.

Akio declines our offer to help stow his rope, to tidy up. So Lili and me leave, returning to the hotel in time for a late lunch, or an early dinner if we skip lunch.

We've time enough to see some of Tokyo's sights before bed. Tomorrow we'll be returning to Master Yoshi, for shoot number two.
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> The problem, the comedy, derives from my being a bad student.

Some of us have trouble being students ;)
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Very clear writing. This was very sensual. And it was very Japanese. Well done, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. I am left eager for the next installment.
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030.

"Yesterday...."
"Yes." Lili looks across at me as we walk up the hill towards Akio's house. "B?"
"Did you." A shake of my head, I don't mind, but, she is the more experienced of us, at tying. So. "I don't mind. Lil. But. Why wasn't it you tying me?"
"Ah." A small smile. "Well. Don't be mad. But I kinda knew you wouldn't listen to Akio."
"You." Mouth open. "Little...."
"Now now." Laughing, dancing away from my admittedly half hearted swipe. I'm laughing too, not mad. "You've got to admit, B, watching Akio patiently trying to teach you, all while you completely ignore him, was good footage."

She's right, of course. It was, is, great footage. We watched it all back last night, laid sprawled on the bed dressed only in fluffy dark blue hotel bathrobes. Yes my antics will double the eventual videos runtime, but it's worth it.

Bondage and comedy. Whatever next?

For today, the second visit with Akio, who opens the door to us with a smile.

"Brooke-san. Lili-san." He bows, we bow back. "Please." Stepping back, a gesture. "Come in. Yokoso."

Today the house is empty, not that we search, but you can hear the silence, the absence of people. "There is a." Thinking, of the right word? "Group. That my daughter attends each week." We both nod, all three of us already through the house, descending the stairs, into the basement.

Akio changes, removing his shirt, fixing his bandana in place. Whilst he does this I help Lili with the cameras, standing in shot so she can double check the positions once both are turned on. Then we strip naked, and strap on matching- save that my ball is black to Lili's red -large ballgags. Large enough to strain our jaws as the rubber balls force them apart, holding our mouths wide open.

"Welcome." Akio bows to the camera directly in front of him. "Once again I am here. A, guest, on this site. Rope. Sluts." He speaks the websites name carefully, his accent making the words different. "I am. Yoshi-san. Master of the Japanese shibari art. Today." Akio gestures left and right, his waved arm the signal for first Lili, then me, to bow our heads. We're stood either side of him, at ease with arms down and legs slightly apart. Flanking the Master you could say. "Please. Join me as I demonstrate my art on these two willing ladies."

Bowing again, Akio gets to work, fetching rope as required.

It takes him a long time, adding a rope or two to Lili, then one to me, moving back and forth between us and his rope wall. A long time because there are two of us to bind, two of us to suspend off the ground in tight skin digging shibari.

It doesn't take a long time due to any slowness on Akio's part. He maintains a good pace throughout, a true professional practicing his craft, making no mistakes.

He doesn't even, and of course I- Lili too -would forgive it if he did, pause at any point to cop a feel. Doesn't so much as stroke, let alone squeeze, any of the four breasts dangling like ripe fruit from our helpless bodies.

Not until he's finished anyway.

Lili and me are suspended side by side, strung up to metal rings attached to the roofs wooden beams.

We're tied in two different positions.

Lili: laid on her side, which sounds bizarre, but looks impressive. Her arms have been bound behind her horizontally, one laid atop the other, that tie worked into a larger chest harness that, along with separating her enhanced D cups, will help to support her upper body. A part of this tie runs around the base of Lili's neck, adding further support. Her legs have been bound separately, like a frogs. Bent back on themselves at the knee her upper legs have been tied to her lower all down the length from upper thigh to ankle.

The suspension points are Lili's upper body harness and her left leg. Here additional ropes have been added, most notably around her left foot and ankle. These two ropes angle upwards, making an A shape, with both tied off to a large steel ring.

Me: upside down. Possibly I got the worse end of this deal.

My own chest is free of ropes, as is my whole upper body down to the crotch. Some very complex ropes run around, under, and behind the crotch, slipping inside my pussy and up my butt crack, cinching my already skinny waist, helping to support what weight I do have. This crotch rope blends seamlessly into a diamond pattern of knots and rope marching down my right leg all the way to my foot. It's this crotch and leg ensemble that's holding me suspended.

My arms have been pulled behind me, tied off at the wrists to my left ankle. This of course makes my left leg arch behind me too, bent at the knee, forcing my legs apart.

This tie, both mine and to a lesser degree Lili's, is a good example of why having fake breasts can sometimes be a good thing. Despite being upside down my breasts are still pointing straight ahead, thrusting out from my skinny frame as though I have a pair of footballs- the English version just to clarify, Soccer for the yanks -taped to my upper chest.

Lili is hanging higher then me, due I believe to being on her side. Her head, her whole self, is level with my crotch. My own head is prehaps two foot, definitely less then a metre, off the floor. My long unbound blue and white hair brushes the floor.

Having tied us both, doing a circuit of first Lili then me after- checking his most likely perfect work, tugging on the occasional knot -Akio turns to face the camera, having returned to his original spot stood between us. He bows to the camera, from the waist, hands clapsed before him. "It is. Done, hai."

As per the script he walks off camera, but not before setting both of us gently spinning. Grasping us in turn by the elbow, and giving our trussed and suspended bodies a small nudge.

Akio gives us, according to the script we worked out, fifteen minutes. Time enough for plenty of struggles, plenty of moans and wriggles. Wriggles which of course result in bouncing breasts. Removing the side camera from its tripod, leaving the one facing us directly in place, Akio steps closer, making two slow circuits of us both. Capturing his ropework and our naked helplessness in closeup. Hovering before our gagged faces, capturing the line of drool running off my ball and dripping onto the floor.

Throughout the fifteen minutes I savour whatever time I get facing Lili. As I spin slowly, lazily, on the spot, her bound body drifts into and out of my view. And, she looks amazing. The ropes digging into her pale tattoo covered skin, the ballgag filling her mouth. I love her. I could watch her struggle in tight bondage all day, could, and almost do, orgasm just from hearing her moan as she stretches against the ropes, breasts and pussy thrusting towards me as we come, briefly, face to face.

I can tell from the look she gives me, from the sheer want in her eyes, a mirror to my own, that she too can't wait for us to be back at the hotel.

Via whatever shop sells rope anyway.

Having put the camera back onto the tripod, Akio comes back to us, for a play.

I can't speak for every practitioner of shibari, but Akio, Master Yoshi, doesn't often play with the girls he ties. His way is simply to tie, then leave. "The struggle, the story of my tight ropes, is enough." He'd explained, on one of our initial video calls. But. "I would, enjoy, Lili-san. The chance to show my craft to the English." He'd smiled, nodded.

And so we'd formed a compromise. Three videos, and- his brief tease of Lili's crotch rope before notwithstanding -we agreed he only had to tease us in one. "And only a small play will be fine." I'd told him, holding finger and thumb less then an inch apart whilst beside me Lili grinned. Nodded.

Only a small play, but we're both- Lili and me -wound too tightly. So although all Akio does is fondle our breasts, pinch our nipples and run his hands up and down the inside of our legs, his fingers brushing across but never quite entering either of us, it's enough to make us both orgasm. Not loud screams and break the earth orgasms, but still. We both enjoy the attention.

And no doubt the audience at home will too, when this video is finally released.

Another few minutes of struggling, Akio having once again left like an orgasm stealing thief, and then it's all over.

Were untied, slowly, carefully. Lowered back onto the floor where we both lay for five minutes. Naked. One arm flung out so we're touching fingertips across the distance. We need the time to recover, to climb down off our respective bondage highs, to regain enough feeling in our limbs to stand up. To dress.

"Issukan."
"Hai." Akio nods, stood on his own side of the open front door, giving us a small, final, bow. "I will see you both. Lili-san. Brooke-san. In one week."
"Hai." I bow back, Lili stood just behind me, her eyes tracking something up in the sky. "Thank you, Akio-san. For these two days."
"Yokoso." Akio smiles, closing the door as I step back, taking Lili's hand.

"I like him."
"Me too." Nodding, walking back down the hill. It's still morning, we've plenty of time to walk to the nearest train station, to catch some kind of local service back into Tokyo proper. "He's definitely good at what he does."
"Agreed." Lili nods, then grins, nudging my arm so I turn to look at her, seeing the mischief, and want, dancing in her eyes. "Can we please go and buy some rope now. B?"
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This was absolutely fabulous, [mention]RopeBunny[/mention]. It is enough to make one smell the cherry blossoms. I have no real knowledge of shibari. But it feels authentic. I think that your research paid off very well. The ending was perfect. Brooke and Lili questing for rope to use on each other. What fun!
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RopeBunny wrote: 2 years ago "Agreed." Lili nods, then grins, nudging my arm so I turn to look at her, seeing the mischief, and want, dancing in her eyes. "Can we please go and buy some rope now. B?"
I wonder if the ladies remember how shibari is looked upon by most Japanese. I can almost see them walking into a store. "Yeah, we'd like to buy some rope for tying up each other. Shibari, y'know?" For many locals it's unnerving enough to see their ink, let alone...
But I'm sure you'll come up with something even better than my musings. You always do. No pressure ;)
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Damn... I wished these videos Plymouth is in are real.
Great update, hope they find some rope on the way back to the hotel.
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