(Writer's note: Yoru has had some experience with shibari in R&SL, but below are merely the musings, the humble inquiries, of a student. Akiko wishes me to use her av's real name, and as you will discover, she is the girl behind the fictive name "Myraka" in earlier posts. This is the second post of a story of multi-gendered bondage.)
SHIBARI GIRLFRIEND (2. A visit to the shibari dojo)
Body over mind.
Kinbaku, sometimes referred to as shibari, or Japanese rope bondage, is one of those sexy poisons that, when taken in carefully measured, compassionate amounts, propels the sex-intoxicated mind onto another level of consciousness. Body over mind, the connection is an experience of beauty.
Akiko and Yoru were going to a shibari dojo together. Shibari sister-slaves before, both kissing the feet of Akiko's Mistress, now they were shibari girlfriends.
It was a curious relationship. Yoru loved the animal in Akiko, dark and radiating, a Medusa writhing deep on the ocean sandbeds, the tendrils of her words luring lovers and entrapping them like tiny, helpless sea creatures. Her femininity springs pulsing from her blue-black pubic mound, her radiating sensuality rising like a living, shimmering, not quite invisible cloud to hug her, travelling upwards over her sleek belly and puckering nipples, and down to caress both powerful thighs, and further downward, downward, joining like tears of love with the tears of a woman's joy from between her legs, trickling in rivulets down the sleek skin to her ankles.Yoru's eyes yearned to caress the perfumed, pillowing flesh of the upper slopes of her breasts, to journey licking to the pinnacle of Aki's long, adored neck, to kiss her glowing cheeks, lick her oriental eyes, sharp and deep and brown and framed above by her neon bangs. On her face was clearly written "pure, indomitable female," and she was shrewd all the way out to the tips of her painted nails.
The feelings welling up from the encounters described below fueled my dreams vividly for weeks, and have been even longer in the writing.
From inanimate to animate
Yoru toyed with the dregs of a bottle of once-creamy body lotion. It was too gooey to flow out, so she microwaved it to loosen it up. It came out the consistency of warm cum.
Yoru was waiting for Akiko to come online, but knew she wouldn't arrive for another 15 minutes, and so she let the viscous fluid drip over her skin. Every finger on both of Yoru's hands moved the cream to cover her athletic body, its warmth growing under her skillful hands, soon enveloping her like a latex bodysuit. Massage with lubrication is a ritual Yoru performs often in the evening before going to bed to play on Second Life. Tonight it felt like she was bathing in semen, her skin absorbing the fantasy cum like a hummingbird drinking nectar from a flower, and soon her fingers found the swelling split between her legs, and she pushed her hips upwards and, after a little while, effortlessly came.
Arms outstretched above and legs clenched tightly at the thighs, Yoru quivered fiercely to a halt, her jolting pleasure accentuated by banshee screeches. It was the first of many climaxes she would have that night. Just at that moment, as if urged by Yoru's cry from within the halls of hellish sensuality, Akiko IMed her.
They had a date that night. They were going to the shibari dojo.
[Author's note: the prose in this post is being repurposed in "The Eccentric Hero and the Dancing Girl: (4. The Dollmaker, extended family of one)," which is being written now.]
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