I was surprised how delicious and sexy the thick silk ropes felt on my skin, and after a few shots I was decidedly more relaxed. Being nude in front of strangers wasn’t new, considering my job, but being tied up at the same time was different, and not as unnerving as I’d originally thought. After the first few sets I’d almost forgotten the camera was going off, and the bindings felt more natural, like a part of me.
Modelling while trussed up in knotwork is actually fairly simple, the rope does all the work so you can just relax and be photographed. Add in the nudity and a hot guy watching me and I couldn’t help but let my mind wander a little. I was looking at him, admittedly more than I should have been, and there was no way he didn’t notice. He was definitely distracted, I could see it his eyes.
“Ok...next set is the rope dress and arm bindings, dress first, then the whole outfit.”
Richard’s voice startled me a bit, I’d almost forgotten about him.
Brandon headed back towards me, carrying an armful of ropes this time; and began by looping a segment around the back of my neck and creating a series of small knots down the front.
I was a little surprised when he ran it between my legs a few times before connecting to the waist, and gave sharp tug to secure the knot; causing the whole set of ropes to shift and press against my pussy. I stifled a moan, but he could hear my breath quicken and looked clear into my eyes as he did it again.
Damn. This guy knew what he was doing; it was like he wanted to see my reaction. He held my gaze and continued his art, looping the rope through the knots he’d made, creating a web of knots and rope that seemed to hit every pressure point on my body. Every piece was connected, and I couldn’t move in the slightest without exerting the most exquisite pressure on my clit, and I could feel a slow drizzle of my pussy nectar seeping out, permeating the silken cord that was driving me to distraction with it’s subtle movements.
His hand moved slowly, weaving the thick cord around my breasts; capturing them with his expert loops and twists. They were bound separately and stuck straight out in a perverse way, like they were begging to be noticed and manhandled. Maybe that was just me.
“Is it...fitting comfortably?”
He was teasing me a little, his lips curled into a wicked smile.
“Very much so,” I replied, more bold this time “it’s perfect.”
He raised an eyebrow and nodded, looking at his handiwork with pride.
“Indeed it is.”
The next set of photos seemed endless, I just wanted to get to the next binding; to feel his hands on my skin, tightening the ropes to squeeze my throbbing clit even more. He returned to adjust the knots after god knows how many photos, letting the free end of the rope graze across my nipples; already stiff and aching from the constant pressure of the ropes. I could hardly maintain a steady breath, and he was watching every movement I made, like he knew what I would do before I did it.
“Can we do a couple with your legs spread, Michelle?”
Richard was the master of timing, I had to appreciate that.
Brandon watched, shamelessly; studying my movements under the duress of his expert knots. His eyes were locked on my shaved cunt, mostly hidden by the thick ropes that were squeezed into my slick folds, but still quite visible. I splayed my legs open salaciously, looking at him whenever I didn’t have to look into the camera; hoping to provoke a response.
“These are great, I wanna do a few with you just kinda naturally struggling on the floor....just try to get out of the ropes and hold a position every few minutes, ok?”
“Uh huh...sure,” I managed, and dropped to my knees on the floor, “like this?”
I rolled onto my side some and pulled on the rope, actually trying to get myself out. I knew there was no point, even with my hands free I wouldn’t have been able to figure it out. But having the freedom to move felt good, awakening my nerves as I twisted against Brandon's artistic knotwork, vainly attempting to free myself.
“Perfect!”
Richard nodded enthusiastically and was back to his usual position behind the camera.
I had Brandon’s strict attention; he was standing just to the side of me and I could see him easily but he wasn’t visible to Richard---at least I didn’t think so. His eyes were fixed on me, more so than before, watching as I tried to break free of the stubborn bindings. I felt raw and primal, writhing like an animal in heat; tied down and starving for relief.
His pants were definitely tightening across the front and I could see the unmistakable lump of a stiff cock. I had to remind myself to look at the camera, my mind was so distracted; and it didn’t help when he moved his hand down to give his package a squeeze, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. He was enjoying my torment, taking cruel pleasure in seeing me twist and grind against his elegant handiwork.