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Darcy liked to tie themself up. It was a practice they had dabbled in for years, but recently they’d gotten more immersed in practising Shibari with a local rope group. Tara had gone with them a few times and even let them tie her up for practice occasionally.
When they learned new ties, Tara would come over and find them on their living room floor, on a mat, practising over and over again until they had it just so.
There was just something magical about being constrained in that way. The feel of the hemp or nylon on their skin. The way it could dig in and leave long lines of rope kisses. Darcy loved when they had rope kisses.
There were some days, when life was hard and Tara was busy, where they would tie themself up and sit in the soothing cocoon of equal pressure around their limbs and torso. Sort of like a weighted blanket— it made them feel safe.
One of their favourites was a single column tie with a Portuguese bowline on each leg: they would take the working end, once their thighs were tied, and wrap it around their torso, effectively forcing them into boat pose. They would tie it off and create a handle along the rope between their chest and thighs.
Once that was done, Darcy could lean into the rope and roll backwards and forwards on their lower back, releasing the muscles and helping them relax.
On Thursday evening Tara came over for a quiet date night at Darcy’s flat. They set up the mats and brought out their rope. For about a year they’d worked solely with nylon but, recently, they’d purchased some hemp rope as a next step in their rope journey. They were quite excited to try out their boat pose tie with the new rope. It clung to itself and to their body in a different way compared to the nylon.
“Babe, I want you to show me how you do that tie,” Tara said as they settled on the mats. “I’ll watch you do it and then I’ll give it a go.”
Darcy grinned – they loved the idea of Tara knowing this particular tie. It would give her more control over them and that was something they adored.
Step-by-step Darcy walked Tara through the tie. It was simple enough, just a few loops around legs and torso, a few knots, and then they swung out their hands and did a little razzle dazzle shake with a big smile. Tara laughed, delight shining from her gaze.
“Can you move your legs?” she asked softly and Darcy slowly spread them open, kicking their feet gently before pulling their legs back together with a flourish.
Darcy watched as Tara carefully explored each part of the tie, running her hands around Darcy’s thighs and then up the handle and around their torso. As Tara went over it, her touch sent small sparks skittering through Darcy’s skin everywhere she touched them. Their breathing sped at the sensation.
“Tara…” they sighed out and Tara stopped, looking up at them with a questioning gaze.
It was a question that Darcy eagerly wished to answer. They could see the glint in her eyes that invited Darcy to ask to play, if they wanted. The eagerness that washed over them, though, tied up their tongue, and all they could do was stare, wide-eyed, caught in her eyes.
“Yes, pet?” Tara nudged, using one of their play names and sending a shudder through Darcy.
“I-will you…will you play with me?”
Tara grinned, her face lighting up with excitement, and Darcy felt that same bubble rising up in their chest. They would be having some fun today.
“Of course I will, baby,” Tara cooed. “You’re so good to ask.”
They melted a little at the praise, their body reacting to her honeyed words.
Darcy desperately wanted to rub their thighs together, stoke the buzz that was building in their clit.
The air between them was warm and full of a sweet tension as Tara returned to her exploration of the tie. She went at a snail's pace, it seemed, as Darcy waited with bated breath wondering what Tara might do next.
“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll take care of you,” Tara soothed, running her hand from Darcy’s hairline at the back of their neck and down their spine, fingers sliding gently over the rope looped around their torso. A shiver followed the path of her fingers and Darcy started to pant.
“But first,” Tara whispered and paused, her lips barely an inch from Darcy’s ear, allowing the sound of their loud breaths to come into focus. Darcy should have been embarrassed at the panting that was emanating from their mouth but they were too focused on Tara.
She was everything and Darcy was awestruck as she leaned back, gaze locking onto theirs as she spoke. “Try to get away from me.”
A wicked grin spread across Tara’s face at this instruction and Darcy blinked as they processed the words. Tara was instructing them to escape her. To try. Adrenaline started to climb in their limbs as they realised what was being asked of them. Darcy loved to be prey, loved to be caught, and loved to be thwarted again and again– giving in to their Mistress and to whatever she so desired.
It was all delicious and Darcy groaned as a fresh wave of arousal rushed through them, centring between their legs and radiating out into their body.
“Turn over onto your hands and knees, pet. I’ll even give you a head start.” Tara carefully guided Darcy over from their bum to their elbows and knees on the mats. Her hands left a buzzing electric current under Darcy’s skin everywhere she touched them and they desperately wanted to lean over and rub themself on her, marking their scent on every bit of her they could reach.
“Well done, pet,” Tara praised, her hands running down their flank and then over their cunt. Fingers pressing in and making Darcy gasp at the sudden spark of pleasure where they wanted it most.
“Fuck,” Darcy moaned, pushing back for more friction but Tara snatched her fingers away and then backed up on her knees.
“Go on then, try to get away from me,” Tara commanded, tone firm, expression serious. Darcy just wanted to be touched. The need throbbing between their legs was nearly unbearable already. They almost, almost, defied Tara and remained still in the hopes that she would touch them again, but where was the fun in being caught if they didn’t give a good chase?
Darcy lurched forwards, using their hands and knees to scurry a few feet away. The mats were soft beneath their skin but the material stuck a bit to their sweat, slowing them down. The rub of the rope along their torso, holding them in that position, had been forgotten until a hand grabbed the handle from between Darcy’s legs and pulled them to a halt.
Darcy twisted sideways, panting, and began to pull against Tara’s hold until she let go. With the sudden freedom, they scrambled away across the mat and then turned to face their Mistress with a growl.
It was a playful growl, nearly a purr, that came out when Darcy was excited about their play.
“Oh, you’re excited, are you? My little pet wants to wrestle, hm?” Tara teased, her eyes narrowing as she leaned forward on her knees, hands resting easily on the mat. She looked ready, and a thrill shot through Darcy at the vision in front of them. Their Mistress knew them so very well and they had never felt luckier.
Darcy nodded their head exuberantly and Tara laughed in delight. They didn’t have words anymore. Words weren’t necessary. They had growls, purrs, swipes, and bites they could use to communicate. They had moans and groans that could communicate their headspace. Mistress would know. Mistress would understand them all.
Darcy had belonged to Tara for over a decade now. They knew each other inside and out, and this space, this play, was comfortable, joyful, perfect for them. Someone knowing them enough to know them like this was yet another way for Darcy to feel seen and loved.
“As you wish, my sweet pet,” Tara growled before she leapt at Darcy, grabbing them around the waist and rolling them onto their side before straddling their torso. Darcy panted hard as their world tilted sideways and they turned their head to look up at their Mistress. Her back was to them and then Darcy felt a sting as Tara’s hand came down on their arse.
“You did so well, baby,” Tara praised as Darcy wiggled beneath her, still trying to get free. The fight wasn’t over yet. Not until Darcy gave up. Tara giggled above them, swaying comfortably with Darcy’s wiggles.
Another smack came down on their other cheek, the sweet sting spreading along their backside and then the flush of blood into the area, warming them further. Darcy moaned loudly as the buzz between their legs intensified.
Suddenly, Tara leaned down and Darcy felt sharp teeth sinking into the meat of their thigh. Tara had opened her jaw wide and chewed at Darcy’s flesh before sucking hard. Darcy squealed, loud and insistent as Tara bit them. It was a blinding pain at first that ate up all of their concentration for a few moments, whiting out their brain with it. Tara didn’t let go quickly and Darcy found the pain receding a bit until they could feel the other side of it–euphoria.
Darcy groaned and fought harder just as Tara began to release their skin. It was the perfect angle so when Darcy bucked again, Tara slid off of them and onto the mat.
As adrenaline pumped through their muscles, Darcy rolled themself back over to their knees and made it less than a metre before Tara reached between their legs and grabbed the rope handle. It once again halted them in their tracks, though they tried to pull away.
Tara moved onto her knees behind Darcy and draped herself over their back, her pelvis pressing insistently into Darcy’s arse. Their thoughts scattered as their brain split between processing the pain of blood flowing back into where Tara had bitten them and the flood of arousal between their legs at her pressed against them the same way she would be if she was fucking Darcy from behind.
“You did so good, baby, I think you deserve a reward now. Can you stay still for me?” Tara asked, the timber in her voice sending shivers through Darcy’s entire body. Fuck yes, they would do anything for her. Darcy was floating and Tara was their anchor to the world, letting them fly for a while knowing they were safe in her arms.
Darcy nodded slowly, the endorphins hitting them hard. Tara dragged herself back so she was kneeling behind them and they shivered as her heat left their back.
“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll make sure you’re nice and warm shortly,” she promised as she leaned back so only her hand remained on the rope and nothing else of them touched. Darcy tilted their hips, seeking friction however they could get it, even if it wasn’t enough.
Tara slid her fingers under the band of their shorts and Darcy sucked in a breath as she slowly began to pull them down over their arse. This was a benefit of the tie since it wasn’t around their waist– easy access to certain pleasure zones. Darcy melted at the sensation of air hitting the heat between their legs.
“So pretty, baby,” Tara breathed out, for a moment letting her Mistress voice drop back into everyday Tara. Darcy flushed and then moaned. They loved Tara so, so much. Every last bit of her was magic.
“Please, Tara,” they begged, the desperation clear in their voice. They couldn’t help it or hold it in. Everything in them needed the release that only she could give them. A sharp sting against their arse pulled them back into their body for a moment and Darcy squirmed.
“Please, Mistress,” they corrected, and Tara sunk a finger into them, thrusting once before stopping as Darcy moaned and then rocked backwards to feel her again. Tara smacked their arse with her free hand.
“Oh, fuck, yes, please,” Darcy panted out, the buzz of pleasure building and spreading in their body. They loved when Tara fucked them like this, bent over, at her mercy. Everything for her.
Tara added a finger and pumped in and out, curling them just so to reach the bundle of nerves that would send Darcy over the edge. Darcy pushed back against Tara, willing her to go faster and send them hurtling into their orgasm.
“You’re so desperate for it, pet,” Tara teased and Darcy nodded their head against the mat furiously. They were absolutely desperate for it, there was no denying that given their position.
“Well, since I’m meant to be rewarding you,” Tara trailed off and then her hand slid into the hair on the back of Darcy’s head, fingers tangling in the strands and pulling tight. Darcy gasped, loudly, and then moaned out their approval.
Tara’s grip tightened further and then she began to fuck Darcy in earnest, using the grip in their hair to pull them back onto her fingers forcefully. Their body was taut in this position, totally under Tara’s control.
“Oh god, baby, you look so fucking good. You’re taking me so fucking good,” Tara panted and Darcy could only nod their agreement.
“Fuck yes, I, fuck, please, love, please,” Darcy gasped out, voice pitching higher and higher with each word out of their mouth. They were so close to flying over that edge, pleasure building steadily until they tilted over into that blinding rush of pleasure that rolled through their body as Tara’s fingers played them perfectly.
“Oh god, yes!” Darcy shouted and then their muscles relaxed as Tara gently slowed her thrusts, riding Darcy through their orgasm.
“So good for me, pet,” Tara praised. Darcy turned their head and watched with blown pupils as she sucked Darcy’s cum off of her fingers.
“Now, stay where you are,” Tara commanded and Darcy grinned. They didn’t think they could move even if they wanted to for now. They were in orgasm recovery mode as their consciousness floated somewhere just outside of their body in a pleasure soaked haze.
Tara let go of Darcy and they swayed slightly before steadying themself as Tara came around to sit in front of their head. They lifted up onto their elbows so they could tilt their head to look at her.
They didn’t have to stay like that for long as Tara leaned back onto her elbows and slowly opened her legs. Darcy looked at Tara from between her legs and their heart leapt in their chest. She was going to let them service her. Darcy felt that buzz come back between their legs, a gentle tug on their attention, as they waited for Tara to give the word that they could begin.
Their eyes were locked on each other as Darcy waited, the anticipation creating a heady tension in the room. The ticking of the clock in the corner of the room pierced Darcy’s consciousness as they waited, reminding them that she owned their time, too. She owned all of them.
Tara licked her bottom lip, looking for all the world like she wanted to eat Darcy. They leaned forward, just a breath, knowing it was soon.
“Now, pet,” Tara breathed out and Darcy moved, lifting their arms one at a time to hook their fingers into Tara’s joggers, pulling them swiftly down her hips in conjunction with her pants.
They weren’t going to need either of those. Tara helped them this time, moving as necessary for the clothes to come off quickly, and Darcy tossed them to the floor. Tara quirked an eyebrow at the action but said nothing.
With practised ease, they wrapped their arms around Tara’s legs and pulled her closer to them, making her giggle and flush. It was a beautiful sight. Darcy loved to see Tara so happy.
Darcy leaned in, arms still wrapped around their Mistress’s thighs, and began to nip, bite, and then place soothing licks along a path towards her clit, savouring the salty skin beneath their mouth. They could spend all day worshipping their Mistress’s body, and they took their sweet time on this bit, leaving a few small teeth marks where only Tara would be able to see.
Their body flowed with drowsy, leftover pleasure from their orgasm, making them melt into Tara while their knees remained planted in the mat, holding their arse up in the air. The rope tied around each thigh was securing them in place, taking the pressure off of their hips to hold them.
As they reached the junction of Tara’s thigh and her pussy, Darcy shifted and licked, flat-tongued, through her cunt and then around her clit. Tara gasped out a breath and then moaned, and Darcy purred out their joy at the sound, the vibrations soft. Darcy could feel the shudder that went through Tara at the sensation and they grinned.
“Touch me, pet,” Tara demanded, eyes flying open to watch hungrily as Darcy unwrapped one arm from Tara’s thighs and slowly slipped two fingers deep inside her before they crooked them, pressing on that sweet bundle of nerves that made Tara cry out. Her head fell back, eyes closing, as Darcy thrust in and out at an easy pace, using that ‘come hither’ motion Tara liked so much and drowning in the sound of their Mistress’s moans. It was music to their ears.
“Yes, baby, right there, fuck,” Tara encouraged, voice pitching higher with each word as Darcy began to pick up the pace, hurtling Tara towards the edge of her own orgasm. They wanted to help their Mistress cum. They wanted to make her feel so good because she always makes them feel so good. It’s the least she deserves of them.
Darcy leaned down and began to circle Tara’s clit with their tongue in a pattern they knew she loved. The heat and smell of her fully engulfing Darcy was heaven and they moaned, so turned on they could cry.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Tara chanted, her legs tightening around Darcy’s head, muffling the sounds of the room so the only thing Darcy could feel was Tara. They wondered, for just a fleeting moment, if Tara could crush their head with her thighs, and a shudder of want rolled through them. The idea was, maybe unsurprisingly, a turn on.
“Darcy, pet, I-I-I’m going to cum,” Tara panted and a thrill rushed through them. They wanted it. Wanted Tara’s cum on their face, coating them, wrecking them–all for her.
“Fuck, yes, baby, please,” Darcy encouraged and then resumed circling Tara’s clit with their tongue as they fucked her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yesss.” Tara’s moans peaked as she toppled over the edge, pussy clenching around Darcy’s fingers.
With careful licks, Darcy cleaned up their Mistress as she panted and recovered on the mat with her eyes closed. She reached one hand down and Darcy grasped it, squeezing a few times to communicate to Tara that they were there.
“You are so good, baby,” Tara praised as she lifted her head to look down at them. Darcy preened at the praise, grinning at their Mistress as she slowly pushed herself to a sitting position. Darcy remained with their arse up, elbows and knees on the mat.
Tara seemed to gather herself for a moment, carefully moving so that she was sitting on her knees and watching Darcy.
“How are you feeling, pet?” she asked softly and Darcy shivered. They were, frankly, turned on from what had just happened. That want had grown again between their legs and they rubbed their thighs together.
Tara reached out and smacked their thigh before settling back down. It was a warning not to pleasure themself without her permission.
“Answer me, baby,” Tara commanded this time and Darcy moaned.
“Turned on,” they answered, a flush creeping up their cheeks at the admittance. Tara smirked at them and then leaned forward onto her hands and knees, bending down so that they were face to face.
Darcy’s heart began to beat faster as Tara’s intent became clear. They were about to enter round two of their primal pet play scene.
“Colour?” Tara asked, checking in before they began again. Darcy grinned back at her with all of their teeth.
“So green,” they answered and then they began to growl. The sound emanated from their throat and their nose, the slight vibrations pulling them gently back into their puppy headspace. Darcy wiggled their arse in a show of play and excitement which made Tara laugh.
Then she dove at them, hands grasping around their waist and pulling to knock them sideways over her and Darcy was scrambling to get free. Their breath immediately ratcheted up to a pant as they struggled against their Mistress until, with a sudden shift, they broke free and scuttled away across the mat.
The rope around their thighs and chest kept their movements small but it was enough to get some space between them as Tara got back to her hands and knees.
Darcy turned to face her and lowered themself back down onto their elbows, bracing for Tara’s next move. Their heart was beating fast and they couldn’t stop the massive grin that had taken over their face. Everything was heightened as they watched, their brain taking in every little thing it could so they could try to predict their Mistress’s next move.
Tara shifted slightly and Darcy scrambled to the side only to find Tara switch up her movement and crawl around Darcy so she was behind them.
Darcy shuffled forward as quickly as they could, glancing behind them just as Tara grabbed their hips.
Her fingers dug in and then she leaned down and sunk her teeth into Darcy’s leg. The bite was hard and unrelenting and Darcy screamed as their body gave out beneath them from the surprise of the pain. As soon as they collapsed, they started clawing at the mat, trying to drag themself away from their Mistress’s cruel mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fucking hells!” Darcy shouted as Tara chewed on them before finally releasing the vice-like bite. They could feel the blood rushing back into that spot to start the healing process. Darcy shuddered and then attempted to pull themself back up.
Their attempts were futile as Tara immediately crawled on top of them, forcing them back down so that their cheek was pressed firmly into the mat. Her mouth was right by Darcy’s ear.
“You’re fighting so hard, baby,” she crooned. “I’m proud of you.”
Darcy preened under the praise and then they began to wiggle again. They weren’t about to give up just yet.
Tara tsk-tsked at the movement, leaned down, and sunk her teeth into Darcy’s shoulder, sucking hard at the muscle and skin. They cried out at the deep set of Tara’s canines embedded in them and then went limp, gasping for breath.
Before Darcy could try to gather up any energy to buck Tara off of them, Tara’s fingers were circling their clit and thrusting hard into their dripping cunt. Darcy groaned and melted as a wave of pleasure radiated through them, competing with the dull ache in their shoulder muscle where Tara’s teeth still held firm.
“Fuck, baby, fuckkkkk,” they moaned again and then panted as Tara began the slow pattern of circling their clit and then dipping into their cunt before coming back to circle their clit again. Everything was want and fire and need. Tara was so fucking good at making them feel good even when she was hurting them. Darcy loved when Tara hurt them and pleasured them all at once.
Their Mistress held all of the control and Darcy had given all of theirs up to her capable hands.
“Does that feel good, pet? Did you want to cum for me?” Tara crooned, fingers picking up their pace slowly and fucking harder into Darcy. She leaned down and buried her teeth in their shoulder again. Their body shook under the pressure of the bite and those hard thrusts that were making them keen with desire.
“Oh god, yes, Mistress, please. Please may I cum?” Darcy begged as they could feel the edge of their orgasm getting closer and they fought to hold themself back and wait for permission.
“Have you been good enough to cum, pet? Tell me just how good you’ve been and maybe I’ll decide to let you cum all over my fingers,” Tara demanded, slowing the pace of her thrusting and holding Darcy just on that edge.
Darcy shuddered and then stilled even as the expletives continued to fly out of their mouth.
“Oh fuck, oh god, oh yes, fuck me, I love you,” Darcy panted, the heat building at an agonizing pace. They needed to answer. They had to if they wanted Tara’s permission to fall over the edge and white out the world for a moment. She held them under her control.
“I-I’ve been so, fuck, good, Mistress. I did e-everything you asked,” Darcy managed to get out through their moans. Tara pressed a hard kiss against the growing bruise on their shoulder and then licked the same spot and Darcy cried out at Tara’s rough tongue against the heated skin.
Suddenly Tara’s fingers curled into Darcy at a punishing pace and her other hand grabbed their hair, pulling their head back with careful control which made Darcy gasp.
Her fingers gripping tightly at the follicles at the back of their skull made Darcy wish they could kneel at her feet for the rest of their life - always under her control. It was heaven.
“Fuck, baby, please, please, please, please, please.”
Darcy felt the smirk on Tara’s lips as she pressed them gently into Darcy’s neck, and then she opened her mouth.
“Okay, toy, cum for me.”
As if they had any choice in the matter, Darcy did exactly as asked, hurtling over the edge. Their pussy clamped hard around Tara’s fingers as she fucked them through the rolling waves of pleasure that whited out their vision and made them boneless.
As Darcy floated for a moment out of their own body, they could still feel Tara’s lips gently pressing into their neck and then down over the lump that was her bite. The sensation felt far away but it was warm and grounding, pulling them sweetly back into their own skin. The mat was cradling their body as it lay, unable to move, while Tara slowly pulled out and then curled up behind them, wrapping one strong arm around their waist.
A kiss was pressed firmly into the back of their neck and Darcy sighed with joy. They loved Tara so very much. Every kiss, every bite, every cuddle, every time they gave up control and she took it in her capable, strong hands.
Whatever was happening in the world, they had each other, and Darcy found so much hope in that, sometimes it took their breath away. This was the safest place Darcy knew.
“I love you,” Darcy whispered into the air and Tara’s grip around their waist tightened.
“I love you, baby.” Tara’s voice was equally soft. Darcy wiggled back against her, pressing harder into the contact and absorbing their warmth.
“I love you,” Darcy repeated, louder, needing her to know, to understand. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
They chanted it, the words getting softer again, and rubbed their face into Tara’s arm which had snaked its way under their head, breathing her in shamelessly and leaving their scent behind.
“Rest, my pet, I’ve got you.”