Trapped Between Two Alphas (Katerina)

(Annabel POV)

Kaden and I have started our BDSM type of sex full time and I was still a novice, trying to adapt to this Dom/sub sexual thing. He had tried to be easy on me for these past few months and he constantly reminded me about it-being easy on me because I'm still a novice or an amateur to this whole new world of sex.

I was fed up. Ever since he caught me with those sex toys, I have given him a hint of how ready I am now for the harder parts of his dominant character during sex.

"I love that sexy little schoolgirl outfit, but I want you to remove it now, everything except the heels."

"Yes, daddy."

Under his lecherous gaze, I took the little top off, exposing my breasts. Slowly, I slid the little black-and-red plaid skirt down my thighs and then peeled my already-wet thong off my body. I watched as his eyes traveled up and down my body as he drank me in.

"Spread your legs and extend your arms."

I wasn't sure just how far I was supposed to spread my legs, so I moved my feet about 18 inches apart. Then, as instructed, I extended my arms. I watched as he walked over the wall of implements and retrieved a large bundle of what looked like a thin rope. He unraveled several feet of it and slid it over my breasts. Instantly, my body tingled and my nipples hardened, and I let out a little moan. I'd expected it to be coarse and rough, but it felt very soft against my flesh, like it had been washed dozens of times with fabric softener. Once he had it unwound, I judged that the rope was about 20 feet long. "What are you going to do?" I whispered.

"Watch and you'll see."

For the next 20 minutes, he intricately wrapped the rope around my body. He tightly wound the rope around my breasts, compressing them, and around my waist with multiple knots down my breastbone and stomach that created three small rope circles. The rope strands ran between my legs twice, first on either side of my vagina and then directly between my lower lips and up through my ass crack. My entire body felt like it was being compressed by the rope. I felt pressure on my breasts, pussy, and asshole, and the rope slightly constricted my breathing. I was in no way being restrained, but my body felt very confined.

"So what do you think?" he asked.

I walked in front of the full-length mirror and turned around several times and studied the very intricate rope work. "I've ... I've never seen anything like this," I responded in amazement. "Where did you learn to do this?"

"That, my dear, is a secret."

I smiled. "Okay. May I take a picture of this?"

"You may, if you wish to."

I walked over to my bag and pulled out my phone. I stood in front of the large mirror and took about a dozen pictures from every angle and then a short one-minute video. Once I'd documented his amazing rope work, I put my phone back into my bag.

"Are you ready to proceed now?"

"Yes, Sir."

The rope had only been around me for a few minutes, but already the compression from the intricate design was causing my breasts to swell, and when he ran his fingers lightly over my nipples, the pleasurable sensation was intense. I'd always had sensitive nipples, but now his light touch caused my whole body to shiver. His forefingers swirled around the little nubs and they became instantly hard and swelled to almost double their usual length.

"I've never experienced anything like this," I whispered. "It's almost as if I feel I'm wrapped up, or, I don't know, mummified."

"This is similar to Shibari, Japanese rope bondage," he said conversationally, "and this part," he tapped the rope where it went down from my belly and between my vaginal lips, "is called a crupper."

I was still looking in the mirror in utter amazement and trying to take everything in as he was speaking.

"Feel what happens when you move around, how about getting us a couple of bottles of water from the fridge in the kitchen."

"Yes, Sir."