I'll call this one...

About Damn Time

They hadn’t been intimate in a very long time. There’d been family tragedies on her side and Mark had lost his job due to re-structuring. They’d managed to get through it all together, including a new job in a new town. They’d been left shell shocked and battle weary and she in particular had become withdrawn. “Hmmph!” Jamie had thought to herself, as she’d fixed them something to eat, “That is going to change.”

Not by accident, she had brushed into him just after dinner and in that brief embrace, she’d made sure he saw that special glimmer in her eyes; she was back and it was time to play. Small tears had welled up in his eyes and then quickly washed away. A moment’s pause as he’d held her gaze, then a twinkle had appeared; he’d kissed her ever so gently and then quickly slipped away.

He’d spent a better part of the evening, fiddling around with an old worn out length of rope. She’d caught him on more than one occasion, watching her with a faraway look in his eye. When she’d asked what he was doing, he’d only smiled, save for once, when he’d replied, “Working the kinks into something new, I think you’ll like it…we’ll see.” She’d known what he was up to, “Stoke the coals and let her simmer.” She’d only wished that he’d at least have the decency to be a little less patient.

“About damn time.” Jamie thought watching him sort through the growing pile of silken rope forming at the foot of their bed. Breathing in the scent of the sandalwood candles scattered strategically throughout their room, she watched her man as the softly flickering light cast dancing shadows across his bare skin. Soft classical Spanish guitar in the background added a romantic touch. The soft, deep crimson colored “line” as he called it, had been hand-dyed, the ends carefully sealed. She nibbled at her lower lip, remembering the last time she’d been bound up in them.

“Um, Hon, you planning to use all that?” Jamie asked mockingly, eyes overly wide, looking at well over two hundred feet of rope on the bed. Mumbling absent-mindedly, but smiling Mark replied, “Maybe, though may not be enough,” then quickly teased with a knowing grin, “You so enjoy getting caught up in these, I thought why not add some more?”

Leaning forward, wrapping her arms around her knees, she teased back, “Interesting concept, but, if you don’t pick up the pace, buster, it’s not going to be me wearing ‘em.” She was only about half kidding. Eager to get started, she was even more intrigued; he’d never pulled out quite this much rope before and just the thought of what he might do with it, sent chills of pleasure shivering up her spine.

“And spoil my big surprise?” Mark tried to sound hurt as he motioned for her to stand. As she slipped gracefully up off the bed and stretched her nude body seductively, he marveled again at how beautiful she was. Firm and supple, she moved with grace and ease. He approached with a long length of the crimson rope in his hands; leaning forward he kissed her lightly on the lips before slowly turning her around. Jamie felt the flutter in her belly as he pulled her shoulders slightly back.

“First some cuffs for your elbows.” Mark stated simply. The silken cords felt light and cool on her skin as he wrapped a doubled length around her upper arms, running behind her back three times. Then he wrapped the remaining rope around and around the strands between her arms, forming them into a single tightly banded strap that pulled her shoulders back just slightly more. The “cuffs” just above her elbows allowed her arms to hang almost at her sides and a shudder of pleasure went through her as he finished the fist knot.

She watched over her shoulder as he retrieved another doubled long piece and fastened the middle part to her right wrist. Lifting both her wrists up even with her elbows he wrapped the strands from her right wrist around her left forearm and the banded strap between her elbows. Then he continued, very neatly, wrapping around and around to the center of her back; trapping her wrist to her other arm and the strap along the top. Another identical length was retrieved and the process was repeated for her left wrist.

Once completed her arms were sheathed in snug ropes with only her hands poking free, extending just beyond her elbows. Jamie wiggled her fingers and tested her bonds. “Comfortable,” she thought, “not too tight, not too loose and not getting free.” The flame in her belly spread further still and she smiled a soft smile as his hands toyed with the ropes. She then leaned back, forcing him to catch her and take her in his arms. She was rewarded as his arms wrapped around her bosom and held her close.

“Hon, how I’ve missed you.” He whispered in her ear and nuzzled her cheek as he gently rocked them side to side. “Mmmmmm” She cooed then continued to tease, “So, this is my big surprise? A wrists to elbows thing? I mean, it’s nice, but...” She’d started in, but he cut her off with a chuckle and a quick twirl of her full nipples. “Yep, that’d be it.”

Picking up a long silk scarf, he ordered, “Now close your eyes; there’ll be no more peeking ‘til I’m done.” Jamie, closing her eyes, settled her bare feet into the plush carpet gripping it with her toes. Careful not to entangle her hair, he tied the silken scarf over her eyes and finished it with a kiss.

“I think next,” Mark hinted, “a little something to highlight your beautiful breasts.” She heard him rummage around at the bed and soon another doubled length of rope was being wound around her chest, twice above, then twice below her full breasts. She felt his strong fingers making sure that everything was neatly laid and she couldn’t help but giggle as he snuck in a few extra caresses.

He fiddled around in the center of her back for a few seconds then she felt him pass the doubled strands up over one shoulder and down between her breasts, under the some of the bottom wraps then back up over the other shoulder to the center point in the middle of her back. He tugged it a little causing the ropes to compress, creating just the right tension to really make her feel held.

Jamie loved the way that it felt around her breasts; how it made them become even more sensitive. His ropes had always felt wonderful, but tonight, they somewhat different than what she knew. They gripped a bit tighter, yet seemed somehow softer and the fire in her belly was really beginning to grow. “Um, Hon, let’s just skip the surprise.” She hinted hopefully, now more that just moist.

Instead she felt a new strand, as it was pulled back over her shoulder and down to her right breast. He tucked it under the top band running along the tops her breasts pulled it just to the outside of her hard nipple then under one or two of the ropes running under her breasts and tugged it back up under the top ropes again, this time just to the inside of her nipple. Then it was led back over her shoulder and tied off in the middle of her back. She then felt him repeat the process again with her left breast.

“This is new,” she thought as the paired strands cupped her lightly, “and it feels like amazing.” “You could pull those a lot tighter Hon,” she suggested, “they’re just almost not there.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he grumbled in reply. “but too bad you can’t see right now,” he added, “looks pretty hot.” She felt the flat of his palms pass ever so lightly over her nipples, barely touching them at all, she moaned and tried to press against them, but he quickly moved his hands back out of reach. “You’re such an ass.” She growled in frustration. He just chuckled.

She then felt him attach four more doubled pieces of rope to her breast harness; one in the front, centered between her breasts, another centered in the middle of her back and one more on either side that lightly cinched the upper and lower bindings running above and below her breasts. The loose ends dangled clear to the floor. Jamie was very puzzled by this and there was still something a bit different with the ropes around her breasts, but she chalked it up to excitement, or perhaps, it had just been so long.

She then heard him kneel down in front of her and his kiss on her belly button as he reached around her nearly buckled her knees. Then she felt a single strand being pulled fairly tightly around her just under her breast harness and a knot tied in the center just under her breasts. Then guiding her with his hands on her hips, he had her turn around; the rope was then pulled tight again and knotted in the back. He then had her turn back around once again and another knot was tied just under the first. Then his hands moved first to her left side and the hanging strands were pulled carefully around the two that had just be tied, then he did the same for the right side. “These strands on the sides will help keep things in place, case you’re wondering what they’re for.” He explained, though really not telling her much.

He fiddled a bit adjusting this and that, growing more excited as his creation began to take form. “Oh Hon, you’re gonna love this!” She heard him say with unbridled joy in his voice.
“What are you doing?” She asked, truly puzzled now.

“I think you’ll figure it out in a few, just let me know if you start to get dizzy.” That was all that he said. With that his hands began to fly, a knot in the front then one in the back, weave in the two sides and continue on down. With each wrap downward he pulled a bit tighter.

“Wow that’s tight and seems…,” She half gasped after a few minutes, “feels like a corset of sorts.” She was really being squeezed especially around her narrow waist, which she was quite sure was now even narrower still. “And perhaps a half size too small at that.” He grinned though she couldn’t see it, as he finished it off just at the tops of her rounded hips.

Jamie then felt the strands at her sides being pulled down and then crisscrossed tightly down each of her long legs and tied off at her ankles. She could tell by the tugging that the four strands in the front were now quickly being braided together and then he pulled the braided strand firmly between her legs. As the velvety little knobs came into contact with her slit, she let out a gasp. Blushing, she knew that the rope would be soggy as soon as he threaded it into place and her legs were getting a bit shaky too. He pulled the ends up under her arms and attached to the back of her breast harness.

A tug at the last two strands from the back alerted her as to what was next as they and pulled between her legs and up through her most precious spot, along either side of the braided one, but then he spread them apart and pulled them to the sides, out to the ropes running down to her thighs from the bottom of the corset. She moaned as it spread her lips open and left her exposed. Attached by quickly formed slip knots the strands were then led back down the same path, between her luscious thighs, only this time on the outside of the now opened and delicate lips, trapping them gently between. Those last two strands were pulled to be finished off once again at the one center knotted area just above her bound arms.

Jamie wiggled her hips and moaned softly in delight as the ropes gently pulled and rubbed with her every move. Mark was driving her mad with desire as he kept fiddling around, adjusting this and tugging at that, such a perfectionist was he.

Carefully guiding her, Mark helped her to sit down on the edge of their bed. Jamie about lost it as the ropes though her mound did their magic, but she settled down with a wiggle and bit her lip again. “Hon, I just need you to sit there a moment, I’ve got a couple of things to get ready. In the mean time, why don’t you test the limits of your new corset, and see how if feels.” Mark suggested warmly, the excitement obvious in his voice.

Jamie tried to bend forward and the corset didn’t give much at all, the same for either side. She was surprised that the strands didn’t bunch up around her ribs, or pinch where the sides had been wrapped around. “Wow, this is pretty solid, I can just barely bend at all and how come it’s not pinching up here at the top?” She asked, truly impressed. “Cause I removed the core of the ropes on the side pieces so that they’d lay nice and flat.” Mark smugly replied. “Suppose you think you’re pretty clever, huh…” she smirked.

“Try laying back.” He insisted and she did, falling slowly back across her bound arms. Her body arched up over them, increasing the tension of the ropes, forcing a delicious moan to escape her from between her sweet lips.
“Can’t feel that knot in the back either can you?” Mark challenged, doing his best to ignore his wife’s state of arousal, as well as his own.
“No.” She replied honestly, her folded arms supported her comfortably.

Mark stood stock still for a second, held rapt by what he could see. Her head was tilted back and turned to one side, the blindfold still tightly tied. Her shoulders were resting flat against the bed and her rope framed breasts were thrust proudly up into the air. The tight, emerald green, velvet corset emphasized her already shapely waistline and the cords passing through her sex were stained dark and wet with her need. Her long laced legs lay slightly spread, bent at the knees, which left her toes dangling an inch or so from the carpeted floor.

“Now, sit back up.” Mark grinned to himself, just barely able to refrain from pouncing on his irresistible wife. After an attempt or two and nearly setting herself off again, Jamie conceded breathlessly, “I don’t think I can, at least not right now.”
“Perfect, wait right there.” He chuckled gleefully.
“Jerk” she purred. He’d done it to her again; so casually talking her into trapping herself in a helpless state of arousal. She’d lain back without giving it a thought. Oh, but, apparently he had, and now, even the slightest move went right to those soaking wet ropes gripping and massaging her mound.

Mark was beside himself--he’d pulled it off! Jamie loved the look and feel of velvet more than anything, even more than leather. When she realized that she was bound in a corset and harness made of velvet rope, she’d…well, she’d simply explode. That the emerald was her birthstone and its deep color complimented her eyes, were merely icing on the cake. Taking a moment to compose himself, Mark took a deep breath; he’d been waiting on this moment for a very long time.

He propped himself up beside her on their bed, bent down and gently kissed her lips. He ran his hand across the cording of the corset and up along her breasts. Jamie responded with moans of pleasure, wriggling slightly beneath his soft touch. Tracing light lines along her neck with the tip of his finger, Mark asked, “How’re you doing, Hon?”
“Mmmmmmm, pretty wonderful at the moment.” She dreamily replied. Mark let his hand trace down her form and caress an inner thigh.
“I’m really glad to hear that, so are you ready for your surprise?” He asked innocently.
“What? I thought the corset was…?” Jamie questioned tensing a bit.
“Well, it’s a part of it,” Mark interrupted while passing his flattened palm over her nipples again, “ever hear of upholstery trimmings? You know, like the little cords on the edges of plush sofas and heavy draperies and things like that?”
“Yeah, I guess.” She replied, arching up to meet his hand, confused. She had noticed that the ropes had felt different, softer, and not as silky and they gripped her tighter too.
“Anyway, I happened across some that were very sexy and I replaced the paper core with nylon line, so even though it’s really plush and… super soft, it’s still nice and strong.” He led her on.

Jamie’s mind was racing now as her seemingly erroneous sensations earlier were now beginning to make sense. She wriggled around in her bonds a bit letting all the sensations seep in.
“Honey, this trim…rope you’ve made, …what’s it made out of?” She asked with a quivering sense of urgency.

Mark removed the silk scarf that covered her eyes.