TESSA 8 - The Resort - Mister Sato
Mister Sato’s room was at the end of a long hallway. The room was quite large, with huge windows looking out over a thick forest.
There was a woman hanging upside down in one corner, suspended in an elaborate rope tie. A second woman was bound closer to one of the windows, her outstretched arms secured to a thick bamboo pole. Her knees were lifted up and tied just below her elbows, her pussy garishly displayed. A black silk bag covered her head.
“Welcome. I am Sato.” The man said, gesturing toward a chair. “You are new.”
You sat down, as Sato pulled out a wooden box, slightly smaller than a shoebox. “Simple.” He began. “Simple is often best. Let me show. Thumbs on big toes, please.”
You felt it was some sort of test. You obeyed, bending over and holding your thumbs to your toes.
Sato quickly bent over, and with a short length of rope, tied the toes and fingers together. With less than 18 inches of rope, you had been made helpless.
“You have a very pretty face.” Sato said, standing up and unbuttoning his trousers. “I want to touch that pretty face.”
Sato began rubbing his cock on your face. You could feel it begin to stiffen. “Sato fuck nose… ears…. Eyes….” His cock rubbed, poked, and prodded your face in a way which felt confusing at first, then warmed to a flood of new emotions. It felt humbling, yet beautiful at the same time. He had a good smell to him.
Sato pulled something that looked like two small hooks from the box. “Nose bondage.” He explained. One of the dull hooks went into each of your nostrils, with a gentle elastic band leading over the top of your head, which was then clipped to the back of your neck collar, lifting up your nose.
“I like.” Sato grinned. “This make pretty girl look like pig.”
You took a quick turn to a nearby mirror, and sure enough, you had been given a pig nose.
“Oink like piggie.” Sato said calmly.
You grunted in return, the humiliation far worse than the pain.
Sato then pulled out a folder, and sat down next to you. The folder contained drawings of women in different styles of rope bondage. Shibari. Kinkabu. Simple ties, complex ties. Each drawing was signed ‘Sato’. He was a very good artist. One by one, he laid the drawings down on the ground in front of you, explaining the history of the tie, and it’s social significance.
“Time for display.” Sato said, removing the rope from your thumbs and big toes. Your freedom was only temporary. Sato grabbed a much longer length of rope, and pointed to an area on the floor for you to stand. The hooks were still in your nose. They almost made it easier to breathe.
“Wrists back.” Sato said, and you obeyed. A rope quickly secured them. Then, a loop over the shoulder, and underneath your breast. “Tit tie.” Sato explained, looping the rope over and around your left boob, giving it a hard tug. The other end of the rope went over your right shoulder, the motion repeated around your right boob. Sato was humming as he worked, obviously enjoying himself. Your tits were now sticking out comically. Sato then made a tie from top to bottom, pushing the breasts out even further. “Pretty.” Sato smiled.
“Oh, remember simple?” Sato said, as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. He was reaching into the wooden box. “This is simple.” Sato said, pointing at you with a rubber band hanging on his index finger.
“Let’s take a journey.” Sato commented. The first snap of the rubber band was on your belly. It stung. Slowly, Sato began snapping the rubber band further and further up, reaching the underside of your tit. It became evident he was going to snap it on your nipple. He did so, and it hurt like hell. You cried out.
“Oh, that hurt? We try elsewhere.” Sato said, bending down in an exaggerated slow motion. The next snap of the band landed on your pussy lip, causing harsh pain. Then, on the other pussy lip. A tear began to roll down onto the wire invading the base of your nostril.
“Now, this really gonna hurt.” Sato apologized, giving an extra long moment of suspense.
*SNAP!* Right on the clit. You screamed, startling both women hanging suspended. A simple rubber band had caused you freakish pain that almost made you faint.
Sato just smiled, and went for another length of rope. Within minutes, your tits were tied to a rope from the ceiling. You were stood up straight, chest pushed out. A simple battery operated vibrator was pushed into your pussy. The vibration was arousing, but almost balanced out and matched perfectly by the pain and frustration of your bonds. You would remain in the position as Sato lowered the other two women, and methodically untied them.
Sato then got out a stick of charcoal, and made a sketch of your agony before releasing you.
There was a woman hanging upside down in one corner, suspended in an elaborate rope tie. A second woman was bound closer to one of the windows, her outstretched arms secured to a thick bamboo pole. Her knees were lifted up and tied just below her elbows, her pussy garishly displayed. A black silk bag covered her head.
“Welcome. I am Sato.” The man said, gesturing toward a chair. “You are new.”
You sat down, as Sato pulled out a wooden box, slightly smaller than a shoebox. “Simple.” He began. “Simple is often best. Let me show. Thumbs on big toes, please.”
You felt it was some sort of test. You obeyed, bending over and holding your thumbs to your toes.
Sato quickly bent over, and with a short length of rope, tied the toes and fingers together. With less than 18 inches of rope, you had been made helpless.
“You have a very pretty face.” Sato said, standing up and unbuttoning his trousers. “I want to touch that pretty face.”
Sato began rubbing his cock on your face. You could feel it begin to stiffen. “Sato fuck nose… ears…. Eyes….” His cock rubbed, poked, and prodded your face in a way which felt confusing at first, then warmed to a flood of new emotions. It felt humbling, yet beautiful at the same time. He had a good smell to him.
Sato pulled something that looked like two small hooks from the box. “Nose bondage.” He explained. One of the dull hooks went into each of your nostrils, with a gentle elastic band leading over the top of your head, which was then clipped to the back of your neck collar, lifting up your nose.
“I like.” Sato grinned. “This make pretty girl look like pig.”
You took a quick turn to a nearby mirror, and sure enough, you had been given a pig nose.
“Oink like piggie.” Sato said calmly.
You grunted in return, the humiliation far worse than the pain.
Sato then pulled out a folder, and sat down next to you. The folder contained drawings of women in different styles of rope bondage. Shibari. Kinkabu. Simple ties, complex ties. Each drawing was signed ‘Sato’. He was a very good artist. One by one, he laid the drawings down on the ground in front of you, explaining the history of the tie, and it’s social significance.
“Time for display.” Sato said, removing the rope from your thumbs and big toes. Your freedom was only temporary. Sato grabbed a much longer length of rope, and pointed to an area on the floor for you to stand. The hooks were still in your nose. They almost made it easier to breathe.
“Wrists back.” Sato said, and you obeyed. A rope quickly secured them. Then, a loop over the shoulder, and underneath your breast. “Tit tie.” Sato explained, looping the rope over and around your left boob, giving it a hard tug. The other end of the rope went over your right shoulder, the motion repeated around your right boob. Sato was humming as he worked, obviously enjoying himself. Your tits were now sticking out comically. Sato then made a tie from top to bottom, pushing the breasts out even further. “Pretty.” Sato smiled.
“Oh, remember simple?” Sato said, as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. He was reaching into the wooden box. “This is simple.” Sato said, pointing at you with a rubber band hanging on his index finger.
“Let’s take a journey.” Sato commented. The first snap of the rubber band was on your belly. It stung. Slowly, Sato began snapping the rubber band further and further up, reaching the underside of your tit. It became evident he was going to snap it on your nipple. He did so, and it hurt like hell. You cried out.
“Oh, that hurt? We try elsewhere.” Sato said, bending down in an exaggerated slow motion. The next snap of the band landed on your pussy lip, causing harsh pain. Then, on the other pussy lip. A tear began to roll down onto the wire invading the base of your nostril.
“Now, this really gonna hurt.” Sato apologized, giving an extra long moment of suspense.
*SNAP!* Right on the clit. You screamed, startling both women hanging suspended. A simple rubber band had caused you freakish pain that almost made you faint.
Sato just smiled, and went for another length of rope. Within minutes, your tits were tied to a rope from the ceiling. You were stood up straight, chest pushed out. A simple battery operated vibrator was pushed into your pussy. The vibration was arousing, but almost balanced out and matched perfectly by the pain and frustration of your bonds. You would remain in the position as Sato lowered the other two women, and methodically untied them.
Sato then got out a stick of charcoal, and made a sketch of your agony before releasing you.
29 hari lalu