F/f Bondage. Short story
Part I: The Invitation. Rope and Rin
The invitation arrived by letter.
Cream-colored, hand-written, sealed with wax.
“If you are still curious… come to the red door on Alexander Avenue. Friday. 8 p.m. Do not knock. Do not speak. Wait.”
— Bonnie
Rin read it a dozen times, fingers trembling slightly.
She had met Mistress Bonnie only once—briefly, at a private salon gathering full of candles and collars and half-whispered rules. She had barely spoken. Bonnie hadn’t needed to.
Her presence had burned through the room like a quiet storm.
Now she had extended an invitation.
Rin didn’t know what to expect. But she obeyed.
The red door loomed large in the evening fog. Rin stood in silence, dressed plainly in black, heart hammering, eyes flicking nervously to the brass handle she dared not touch.
The door opened precisely at eight.
Mistress Bonnie stood there, dressed in a long black robe belted with crimson silk that matched the collar details. No words. Just a glance down at Rin, then a flick of her fingers.
Enter.
Rin stepped inside.
The house was dark and warm. Every surface glowed with low amber light. Incense curled in the corners. Somewhere, soft classical music played like a lullaby written in restraint.
“Strip,” Bonnie said quietly, walking ahead without looking back.
Rin swallowed her nerves and obeyed, folding her clothes neatly on the green velvet chair by the door. She stood naked, hands at her sides, exposed and unsure.
“Come.”
Bonnie led her to a wide open room—wooden floors, high ceiling beams, rope hanging in elegant coils from a custom rig anchored in the center. Not crude. Not scary. Artful.
“Do you know why you’re here?”
Rin hesitated. “Because I want to learn.”
Bonnie turned slowly. Her eyes locked Rin in place.
“No,” she said. “You’re here because you want to let go.”
She stepped closer, lifted Rin’s chin with one finger.
“May I bind you?”
Rin trembled. “Yes, Mistress.”
“Say it as a vow.”
Rin straightened. “Please bind me, Mistress. I offer my trust.”
That earned a faint, approving smile.
Bonnie moved to the rope wall and chose a coil of soft red jute, unwinding it with smooth, confident grace. “You will not be gagged. I want to hear your breath. Your pleasure. Your limits.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Color system?”
“Green, yellow, red.”
“Good. You’ll stay green.”
The rope slid across Rin’s skin like warm breath.
Bonnie started with her chest—a chest harness that hugged beneath her breasts, wrapping above and below in symmetrical precision. Each knot was placed with mathematical care. She moved like a dancer, her touch firm but never rushed.
With every pass of the rope, Rin felt herself slipping further from thought. Her limbs yielded. Her breathing slowed.
“You’re not meant to fight this,” Bonnie whispered behind her. “You’re meant to float.”
Rin’s arms were drawn behind her, wrists crossed, then folded and bound to her back. Her shoulders gently tugged back, posture corrected by silk and pressure.
Then Bonnie bound her thighs—not tight, but enough to restrict movement.
She stepped back to admire her work.
Rin stood suspended by stillness.
Shaking only with breath.
Dripping with surrender.
Bonnie circled her slowly. “You’re beautiful like this. All rope and need. No armor.”
Rin whimpered. “Thank you, Mistress.”
Bonnie approached her bound form and cupped her cheek.
“Tonight you learn how silence can speak louder than screams. And how stillness can bring you to the edge of madness.”
She pressed her lips against Rin’s collarbone—slow, deliberate.
“Tomorrow,” she whispered, “you’ll beg to be tied again.”
Part II: Bound Awakening. Rins Roping
The ropes had become a second skin.
They didn’t just hold Rin—they held her together.
Mistress Bonnie circled her like a patient storm, eyes taking in every breath, every tremble. Rin’s arms were folded behind her back in a tight box tie, her chest harnessed with red jute, thighs pressed close by strategic bands. Her nipples were erect, her skin flushed, and her breath came shallow.
The air between them was thick with possibility.
Bonnie reached out, letting one gloved fingertip trail down the line of rope that split Rin’s sternum. “You’re in rope, but you’re not yet in submission.” Her voice was a velvet blade.
Rin swallowed hard. “What do I need to do, Mistress?”
“You need to let go. Entirely.”
She stepped closer, her hand sliding down Rin’s thigh, fingers grazing the rope’s edge. “You’ve given me your body. Now you’ll give me your climax.”
Rin moaned—half arousal, half disbelief. “I don’t know if I can… like this.”
Bonnie’s brow arched. “Then it’s time you learn.”
She moved with precision—silent, intentional. From a small side table, she retrieved a wand vibrator. She turned it on low, the hum deep and steady, then walked behind Rin.
“You don’t need to understand it,” she murmured. “You only need to receive it.”
The head of the wand touched Rin’s clit—through the ropes that parted her thighs just enough. A jolt ran through her. She gasped, hips instinctively bucking forward—but the ropes held her in place.
She couldn’t close her legs. Couldn’t grind. Couldn’t move.
Only feel.
“Oh—Mistress—!”
“Don’t speak unless I ask.”
The vibrations stayed low, steady, maddening. Bonnie’s free hand slid up Rin’s side, not soothing—possessing. She whispered into her ear, “You’re going to come while completely bound, helpless, and still. You’ll come for me, not for you.”
Rin whined, her breathing quickening, hips trembling within her rope cage.
“I can’t—”
“You will. Because I allow it.”
Bonnie turned the wand up one notch.
Rin’s eyes flew wide, her head tipping back, a strangled moan ripping from her throat. “Mistress—please—it’s too much—I’m so—”
“I know,” Bonnie whispered. “You’re unraveling.”
The rope pressed deeper with each shudder. The wand pushed her just to the brink—then hovered. Teased. Bonnie never let her fall. Not yet.
“Don’t you dare come until I say.”
“I won’t—I—oh God—Mistress—”
Bonnie turned the wand up again.
Rin’s knees threatened to buckle. Her shoulders strained against the tie. Her clit pulsed violently under the vibration—but the rope held her hips still. No thrust. No escape.
Only surrender.
“Please, Mistress—please—I need—”
The wand withdrew.
Silence.
Rin cried out, helpless and dripping.
Bonnie walked around to face her, cupping her jaw. “Now you understand the power I hold. I can build you up… or leave you empty.”
Rin panted, trembling, jaw slack.
“Do you want to come for me?”
“Yes, Mistress. Please. I’ve never needed anything more.”
“Then beg.”
She didn’t hesitate.
“Please, Mistress Bonnie. Let me come. I offer it to you. I want to lose control for you. I want to fall apart in your hands. Please, please—take me there.”
Bonnie smiled.
She stepped back behind her, pressed the wand to her again—full strength.
“Come.”
And Rin broke.
Her body convulsed, waves crashing through her like thunder. She screamed—pure, raw, animal—her orgasm ripping through her as the ropes held her in place, her limbs useless, her control gone. She sobbed, collapsed into the binds, shaking, helpless, free.
Bonnie held her upright with one arm, her grip firm, grounding.
“There it is,” she whispered, lips at Rin’s ear. “Your first true surrender.”
Rin could only whimper in response.
Tears streamed down her face—not from pain. From release. From finally letting go.
Bonnie began to untie her, slow and gentle, unwrapping her like silk from a gift box.
Rin collapsed into her Mistress’s arms, completely spent.
Bonnie stroked her hair.
“You did well.”
Rin smiled faintly against her chest. “I didn’t know I could feel like this.”
Bonnie kissed her forehead.
“Then you’re ready to learn more.”
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