I see nothing but pitch darkness. The blindfold blocks out every trace of light. My heart is racing,not out of fear,buy anticipation. I can feel the lines of the rope pressing into my skin. Testing them proves the knots to be adequate. I'm quite secure and won't be going anywhere. The cool of the table I'm laid on seems to help shake the heat building in my body. I'd watched in awe as you wound the cord around me. Each line seemed to follow the contours of my body, but seemed to make my flaws disappear. Maybe it was the beauty of the ties changing my perspective of my own body. The blindfold was the last thing you added. Arms are tied behind my head in an almost lacy pattern. My breasts are bound firmly,but not so tight it is uncomfortable. Several cross crosses and floral knots mark the passage from my chest to the valley between my thighs. Cords run on either side of my slid, one solitary rope making its way between my lips and back between my cheeks. The cords on either sides are woven back up my hips and around to join the solitary one in a braid up my spine,in which my hair has been woven as well. My legs are also tied individually in the floral,yet lacy pattern of my torso and chored to the sides of the table. I turn my head slightly,a cross between a wince and moan escaping my lips when my hair is pulled. You've stepped closer. A trickle of juice runs down the lower cord. What's coming next? I wonder. I'm practically shaking as you run your hands over the rope. You're careful not to touch flesh. I thrust towards your hand as best I can when you run your fingers over the delicate parts. The purpose of the side cords soon becomes clear as a wand is placed against the center cord on my clit and held in place by the side pieces. The slight hum from the low setting has me on edge already. I'm trying my best to relieve the need you've built but I can't move enough to do so. Slowly you trace the edges of my bindings with your fingertips. Soft moans and gentle pleas are filling the air . You chuckle and walk away. The wand stops. Silence. My mind starts racing. What happened? Where did you go? Will you be back? TWACK...the flogger straps lands on my hard nipples. The wand comes back on, harder this time. I fight my body to keep from cumming. The wand is turned back down and the low intensity is accompanied by a few more swats across my breasts. The flogging stops and the intensity is increased. The alternating pleasure/ pain dance continues for several minutes. My body is on fire. It sea I can feel my pulse in my hair. Everything stops once again. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. I'm drenched,and my clit feels enormous. I desperately need to cum. Your hands begin travelling ever so slowly up my calves and thighs. Your body brushes against mine as you step between them. The skin contact acts like an electric shock. The wand is turned on full blast and you too the blindfold off just as the world around me explode. I soak the table further as I scream my release,my body shaking. Unable to resist any longer you plow deep within me. The wand still going and I'm cumming uncontrollably. Gripping my thigh ties, for leverage you slam into me over and over . All I can feel and hear are our screams,moans,the tightening cords,and you stretching my pussy I'm completely lost in the sensations. This moment is all that exists and it doesn't seem to end. My world goes white as you thrust once more, deeper and harder, and fill me. Several moments pass as we catch our breath. You remove the wand and begin the slow process of untying the beautiful knots you do painstakingly applied. Each uncovered bit of flesh is soothed and massaged back to life. Finally the last is unwound from my hair. I shake it loose. My body feels as though my skin is its own entity. Little fireworks are going off everywhere the rope had touched. You help me down from the table and I wrap in a blanket. I manage to make my way to the couch and curl up. It's amazing how freeing being bound can be. My mind and body are utterly relaxed. I drift off into a content, peaceful slumber.