Jade Unicorn Ch 07

Welcome back (if you're reading the series) and welcome (if you're just cumming into it here). We're getting close to the end, as Jade, a PhD Anthropology student is reconciling her inner needs with her intellectual pursuits. While I hope you would want to read the prior stories (to maximize your pleasure), it isn't necessary to enjoy this installment. Please let me know how much you enjoyed this segment by leaving a comment and/or rating it. I enjoy writing these, regardless of hearing from you, but it does spark a little pleasure knowing how much (or even if!) you've enjoyed reading it! -- ek.

"How immobile do you want to be?" We were in the guest bedroom again; it had become the upstairs playroom when we didn't need the special equipment in the dungeon. She was standing in the middle of the floor, stripped and waiting for me to attach the new accessories.

The wounds had healed perfectly, if not as quickly as we both would have wanted, the jewelry sliding through their piercings easily. We'd gone back to the studio to look at several accessories, debating whether we could find what we needed without their "Scandinavian designed arousal enhancement system." It was sweet, no question: high quality stainless steel, lifetime guarantee, minimalist design, and super modularized. But could we get almost all the functionality at a tenth of the price from our local hardware store? Yes. Probably.

But these were easy to use, and we both thought they looked fun. I bought them as a gift, in honor of her commitment to this whole new phase in our relationship.

She hadn't had any stimulation for over three weeks, or more precisely, no physical stimulation to most of her erogenous zones. Okay: her cunt, clit and nipples. No doubt my brushing the skin of her inner thighs, her butt cheeks, anus, face, and the inside of her throat, were all physically stimulating. But the emotional and psychological stimulation had been far more intense, whether she was in control of the scene or being used by me. In brief, she had been on edge for nearly a month, and she was needing to cum. Hard.

I could have relieved her simply by fucking her, or sucking her beautiful clit, but that seemed to miss the point: she'd decided to permanently bejewel herself for a reason. It seemed rude, or at least insensitive, to not recognize her decision.

The accessory system served two primary purposes: inflict pain or immobilize. In all the time we'd been together, Jade had never sought pain. We'd discussed it; she'd bring it up when she'd read about it, but she'd never suggested it as an aphrodisiac. I'd had plenty of experience with pain: Eva was into it, up to a point, and we'd had plenty of couples to the dungeon whose sexuality revolved around it.

I naturally assumed Jade was thinking about the system in terms of immobility: she kept saying things like: "I wouldn't be able to stop you," and "How would I scratch an itch," or "I'd need a diaper! I'd pee on the floor!"

The starter kit came with 100' of rope in four segments, 50 clips of various sizes and functions, five ratchet connectors, various extenders and add-ins to her nipple rods, and several odds and ends that made us laugh: bells (for her nipples? We couldn't find a reason for them at first), decorative jewels (glass beads that attached to various posts, equally mysterious to us), and findings to finish off the rope ends. We bought additional rope, and several 'shields:' metal and fabric constructions of different sizes that we could use to cover, conceal, seal or contain various parts of Jade's body. They gave me ideas the moment she showed them to me.

But most important were the resources online: how-to videos, suggested sequences and patterns, and some solid reading about safe play. I suggested to Jade that before we got into the hardware we should do some reading, which naturally she finished in one sitting. If anything, it made her even more horny.

I had never gotten the knack for rope play; it was Eva's thing. I'd picked up on it, mostly the theory, but never got into the technique or mystique. Lise had mentioned she'd had some experience, but we'd never had the time to explore it together. Having the videos reminded me of what rope play is all about (when it's not part of pain): vulnerability, intimacy, and immobility.

The benefits of the system included not having to be a shibari-master: the clips and accessories created beautiful patterns with the rope and body, in minutes instead of hours.

"Reach your hands up, behind your head. Elbows up. Yeah, like that. I want to bring your breasts up a bit." I wrapped and tied the rope around her wrists, quickly clipping lengths up her forearms until they were pressed against her head.

"Oh fuck," she breathed out. "I know what you're going to do."

I looked around to stare in her eyes. "You have no idea."

I knotted a fresh cord around her wrists and let it dangle, the lengths draping against her ass cheeks, the ends lying on the floor. I gently tapped the inside of her legs for her to widen her stance, my hands sliding through to feel how wet she was.

"You're so in trouble," I said slipping my juice covered finger into her mouth. She whimpered. "I haven't even started and you're already leaking." I kissed her, keeping away from her body.

My first true knot was going to be for her clit, but I didn't want to get there right away. I pulled the ends through her legs, reaching back to make sure her anus was exposed, before lacing each rope through the rings on her labia. The cords crisscrossed, pulling her labia towards one another, closing her entrance. After lacing the final ring, I tied a knot that would press against her clit. It took a couple tries before I was satisfied, finally threading each end through a connector and clipping them together to create a line, running from her pubis up to her navel.

I spread her ass cheeks to make sure I still had access to her anus, rubbing my fingertip across the ridges to make her squirm. She moaned, her elbows waving above her head, her breasts shaking.

"Mmmm," I kissed her ear. "In a few minutes you won't even be able to see your nipples move, you'll be so bound up."

She turned her head begging me to kiss her, her tongue pushing into me, her lips sucking on mine.

I pulled the leads up between her breasts, attaching two clips there before bringing them around her neck to tie onto her wrist restraints. The clit knot, pressed tight against her, forced another moan.

The vertical loop was complete: if she leaned forward or back, her clit would be massaged. I turned to her nipples and breasts. I wanted to connect them to her clit, so that whatever she did, however she moved, all three would move together.

I pulled out the straight connector from its packaging, raising it to see how it would attach to her nipple rods. I set it back down and unscrewed the ends of each rod, replacing them with double threaded nuts. I screwed first one end, and then the other of the connector to each, shifting the rods across her nipples until the assembly was centered. She crunched her shoulders at the sensations. The weight pulled down on her breasts, tipping the nipples down slightly.

With a few clips and attachments, I secured the vertical ropes to the connector, lifting her breast in the process, her nipples slightly extended.

She had begun to pant.

"You good?" I reached up to stroke the tips of her nipples, watching them swell.

"Yeah," she exhaled. "It's getting intense. Oh god noooo."

I lightly pinched them, lifting up on the rod to see how tight the knot pressed against her clit. She closed her eyes and sucked in her breath.

"Too much?"

She shook her head, breathing out.

"Give me a kiss." I held the rod as I leaned in, pulling her toward me. She yelped from the shift, the sound cut off by my lips sealing hers. I brought my other hand to between her buns, reaching for her hole. She moaned into the kiss as I worked her ring with my fingertip.

I pulled away, completely, letting the rod pull her nipples down again.

"Oh fuck, Elroy…fuck…fuck…" she panted between the curses, her face flushed.

"You good?" I stroked her ass cheeks. "You think you can cum this way?"

She looked at me, alarmed. "Wha…? You're not…like this?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Just asking…I'm not saying anything."

She shook her head. "No. I don't think…I can. Not.. like this."

"No problem. Let's turn it up a notch. First, can you sit on the bed…no…hold on…lie on your back. Can you lie back?"

She couldn't move at all, except to barely turn her head. She started giggling.

"Okay," I suggested. "Let's see if you can bend over…"

"OH FUccckkk!"

"That's it. Nice. Hmm, your cunt is quite nice from this angle." She was bent at the waist, the ropes pulling her nipple rods up, the knot hard against her clit, and the bottom of her cleft was visible between her legs from behind. I stroked her anus and labia, barely able to feel her vagina. "I'm going to help you sit down. Easy, that's it. Perfect. And now let's tip you back."

She was huffing hard from the sensations, the inability to move, her helplessness and exposure. Even though she'd been more naked with me than she was in this moment, she later told me she'd never felt more vulnerable.

"We're going to slide you back a bit, and now you can rest your feet on the bed." I grabbed another length of rope and looped it around her left thigh, tying its end on the same wrist knots behind her head, repeating the arrangement on the other thigh. Now her anus was completely open, the barest pink of her vagina peeping out from the bottom of her labia.

I grabbed the vibrator and lube and slipped my finger into her rectum.

"OH GOD!" She bucked at her waist, the movement rubbing her against the clit knot, her nipples dragging her breasts. "FUCK!"

I slowly inserted the vibrator into her backside, and turned it on low.

"OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKfuckfuckfuck!"

Pulling on the ropes, I positioned them on the back of the vibrator, holding it in. She was vibrating in sympathy, her legs, her breasts, her clit. Her moans dissolved into humming.

"Open your mouth, Jade"

She jumped at my voice, quiet in her ear. She looked around, the ropes stopping her head. "Wha…?"

I slipped off my shorts and joined her on the bed. "We're going to cum together, Jade. I'm going to fuck you in the throat while you're tied up with a humming dildo up your ass…"

"Ohgodohgodokayokayokohfuck."

I straddled her head from behind, tilting it back to open her throat. My hands pushed gently on the ropes holding her thighs open, forcing her to curl a little bit more, the knot rubbed her clit, the dildo pressed into her. She could see my cock, swollen and purple as it slid past her nose.

"Just like we've practiced. Your my little cocksucker, Jade. You want it down your throat, you want to milk my crème so you can cum." I kept up the patter, the humiliation she'd admitted to hating; hating so much she wanted it. I slid my cock into her mouth feeling her tongue slipping along the head, the shaft, until she breathed past the gagging to take it in her throat. "Here we go, Jade. I promise I won't cum before you."

It felt amazing: her throat like a silken glove, her muscles squeezing me, my head swelling. I reached down and pulled the knot away from her clit, replacing it with my thumb and finger. As I gently pinched her swollen bead, she grunted, her body stiffening. I let her go and she pressed her lips against the base of my shaft, moaning. Again, press. Release. Again. Again. Each time I pushed into her throat. Again. She was straining, her body tightening, her mewling changing frequency. Again…and she went off: her body crunched, her breasts pulled up, her throat squeezed me and released, her nose snorting like a race horse.

I pulled out to let her breathe, releasing her clit, the rope sliding back in place. Her mouth sucked on my shaft, pulling on my head as I popped it out, the sensations pushing me over the edge. I shot my seed on her eyes, her cheeks, her lips.

"OHMYFUCKINGGOD!" She kept climaxing, her body a golden red flush, her arms straining against the bindings. I watched as she rubbed her clit against the knot, her nipples swollen, her breasts trapped by the rods and clips.

I stood back up, watching her body convulse and jerk, the weeks of abstinence releasing in wavelets of orgasms, and began releasing the binds. Starting with her legs, I gently helped her lay her thighs on the bed, each movement sending another pulse through her.

I lifted her head and released the main rope, letting her breasts fall toward her chest. Carefully, I undid the clips, and slowly unscrewed the rod, avoiding stimulating her nipples. Then the clips at her navel, peeling the knot away from her clit. I left the laces intact, turning back to her wrists. With a few twists and pulls, I freed her wrists and gently unbent her arms, placing her hands against her core.

She had been cumming the entire time, short little bursts, her hips jerking, her abdomen pulsing, her breath emitting quiet mewls and grunts, her mouth a dreamy smile. I joined her on the bed, quietly unknotting the rope and gently pulling it through her labial rings until she was completely unbound.

She seemed to be sleeping, her breathing softening, her jaw relaxed. I let her be, slowly standing up and walking to the door.

"No," she whispered, her hand waving. "Come back. I need to feel you next to me."