Chapter 6: Shibari

“Lady Nicole is a closet expert at Shibari,” says Brooke when the eight of us are sat down for our evening meal.

“I’m what?!?” I exclaim. “What on earth is Shibari?”

“Japanese rope bondage,” replies Stephanie. “Is this true?”

“I know how to do a few knots and a handful of bondage ties, but I’m a long way from being an expert in anything like that.”

“Well, let us be the judge of that,” says Monique. “Brooke; go and fetch an assortment of ropes from the store room.”

“Yes, Madame Monique,” replies Brooke as she promptly does as she’s told.

I’m slightly taken aback by the sudden interest in my rope skills. I have never considered my skills in that department to be anything special. But I guess I’m about to find out. Brooke returns and she stands close to me so that I can demonstrate my skills on her.

“No. Sit down Brooke. Judith shall act as Nicole’s model,” orders Monique.

Judith and Brooke swap positions and I can see the look of disappointment on Brooke’s face. She clearly wanted me to tie her up, and it’s possible that she mentioned my skills in the hope of that happening.

“Um ... any particular ties?” I ask Monique.

“Just tie Judith up good and tight so that she’s fully restrained.”

I take one of the longer pieces of rope and loop it so that I’ve a double strand of rope to play with. I wrap the rope around Judith’s chest; twice above and twice below her tits. Each turn of the rope runs over her upper arms, pinning them to her body. I knot the rope behind her before having Judith fold her arms behind her back. I bind her lower arms together with the loose end of the rope and fasten her arms to the rope running across her back. I check that Judith’s arms are held in position and that her circulation isn’t restricted. I make some minor adjustments before moving onto her legs. I’m now torn between doing a shrimp tie, or a reverse shrimp tie. I opt for the simpler shrimp tie since I don’t want to test my audience’s patience.

“Sit down Judith and cross your legs,” I say.

She obeys and I tie her lower legs together with a simple tie, and then pass the loose end of the rope under the front of her chest harness and pass each strand over her shoulders and tie them off to the back of her chest harness. Judith is forced to lean forward with her knees almost touching her shoulders. It’s a position I know that she’ll find uncomfortable after a while, but for this demonstration it shouldn’t be an issue.

“Well done,” says Monique. “I think we can find a use for your skills. What bondage ties do you know?”

“Umm ... the box tie and shrimp tie I’ve done here, obviously,” I reply. “I can also do a reverse shrimp tie, a breast tie, a ball tie, a crotch tie, and a rope harness. There’s a few variations of those ties which I know about, and I can do a few other types of knots as well. But I’ve never heard about Shibari, let alone done any of it.”

“There’s not a lot of difference in the positions, but Shibari is more of an art form where the bondage is intended to be decorative as well as restraining,” replies Monique. “This is an interesting development. I shall talk with you tomorrow about developing your skills further.”

We are about to resume our meal when music starts playing over the loudspeaker system. Brooke, Olivia and Judith all gasp in surprise as the electronic vibrators inside their cunts start to work. For Olivia and Brooke, they can easily use their hands to manage the effect on their cunts. But Judith is unable to move her arms and has minimal use of her legs. She is forced to endure the torment without being able to protect herself. Seconds later Monique, Stephanie, Ruth, Grace, and Kirsty are all placing bets on which of the three slaves will come first.

“Who do you think will surrender to her slutty urges first, Nicole?” asks Ruth.

I study the three victims who are torn between maintaining their composure and simply giving way to their primal urges. Judith is the least able to help herself, but I detect that she has strong control over her body. The others must share my opinion about Judith because they’ve all placed their bets on Brooke surrendering first.

“I’ll bet on Olivia,” I reply, simply because the other five have bet on Brooke and it wouldn’t be much fun if everyone bet on the same slave.

Olivia regards my choice as a challenge for her to try harder so that I can win my bet. Not that it seems to be a problem for her because fifteen seconds later she’s leaking all over the floor and making gasping sounds as her orgasm wracks through her. Brooke follows a few seconds later but Judith manages to prevent having an orgasm before the music stops.

Brooke and Olivia are tasked with cleaning up their mess. With the excitement over for the moment I make a move to untie Judith.

“Leave Judith for now, Nicole,” says Stephanie.

“She’ll get very uncomfortable in this position before long,” I reply.

“Yes. I’m aware of the effects of a shrimp tie,” replies Stephanie. “I shall keep a close eye on her, but I’ve every confidence Judith can endure another half hour of this. Can’t you Judith?”

“As you desire, Madame Stephanie,” replies Judith deferentially.

I know Stephanie oversees all those in the Slave caste but I wasn’t sure whether that extended to controlling staff Slaves. Obviously her dominion extends to our three Slaves. I’ve only used a shrimp tie twice before when we were playing games in the dormitory at school. On both those occasions my victims were pleading for release in less than ten minutes. But as long as someone keeps a watch over Judith then she shouldn’t suffer any lasting ill effects.

We finish our meal and Olivia and Brooke are joined by three members of the Slave caste from building E4. They clear everything away and wash the dishes. Then they prepare the kitchen for tomorrow. By now Judith has endured twenty minutes in bondage and she’s starting to show signs of discomfort. But she refuses to plead for release. Stephanie remains with Grace and I at the table while Monique and Kirsty go somewhere else.

“I met one of the Mistresses today who was having a problem with another Mistress,” I say. “Is that a common occurrence?”

“Ah! You mean that little spat between Faye and Melody,” replies Grace. “Faye can be a bit of a bitch and she devours anybody weaker than her. Melody has a lot to learn about being a mistress and she’s a bit out of her depth when it comes to dealing with the likes of Faye.”

“How does La Chatte Heureuse handle members who bully one another?” I ask.

“If Melody lodges a complaint, then it will be dealt with. But I don’t believe she’s done that so far. Faye can be pushy and domineering but I wouldn’t go as far as to call her a bully. Besides, I believe Melody got the better of her this afternoon.”

“Really? Did Melody win their bet?”

“No. It was an honourable draw, but it was a moral victory for Melody. Neither slave could free themselves in the time allowed so the bet was called off.”

“Oh! That’s okay then,” I sigh. “I’m glad nobody ended up spending the night in the dungeon tonight on account of a stupid bet.”

“Ah, not so!” says Stephanie. “Slave Lillian is spending tonight in the dungeon in punishment for her failure to win her mistress’s bet. As Grace said, Faye can be a real bitch. But try not to get too deeply involved with the lives of the members here or you’ll end up wrapped in more knots than Judith here. Members come here for fun and games and some of those games can get a bit rough. Just remember that every Slave has freely chosen their caste and all that choice entails.”

I glance towards Judith who is beginning to show signs of real discomfort. But she still endures her bondage without complaint. Stephanie has obviously detected the same signs in Judith’s posture that I’ve noticed. She goes over to Judith and runs her hands over Judith’s exposed tits.

“I think you’ve endured enough, Slave Judith,” says Stephanie as she unties the rope holding her legs to her chest. But that’s the only knot she undoes. Judith upper body remains securely bound, although she can sit upright and slide about on her arse.

“Thank you, Madame Stephanie,” replies Judith, breathing easier than she was a moment before.

“You should thank Lady Nicole for some excellent ropework.”

“Thank...” begins Judith.

“No! No! No! Thank Lady Nicole in the appropriate way.”

I’ve no idea what Stephanie means, but Judith obviously does. She slides over to where I’m sitting and raises herself into a kneeling position with some difficulty. I initially thought that she was going to kiss my feet, but by now it’s clear what Judith intends to do. But bound as she is, she can’t manage without my assistance, so I could refuse to participate in such a lewd act.

But I don’t refuse. I lift my skirt and pull my panties aside so that Judith’s tongue can set about it’s work. I obviously don’t know Judith very well, but it soon becomes apparent that she can quickly bring a woman to an orgasm with her tongue. Or am I so highly aroused by my surroundings that it takes so little to tip me over the edge? My juices flow and Judith greedily drinks them. An act which causes even more of my juices to flow. Before long I’m moaning like a wanton slut with my skirt and panties tossed on the floor. Judith doesn’t ease up on her pressure, but extends her delightful work to include my clit. I lose control and I start humping her face. It’s shameful and degrading, but I’m loving every minute. My powerful orgasm marks the end of our game.