Bound Pink

By Jason Pinaster

Two months ago, when Melinda signed up for a class in Shibari, the Japanese art of erotic rope bondage, she had thought it would be a pleasant diversion. Nothing serious. Maybe she would learn something to try with her boyfriend.

But when Irene, the little firebrand of an instructor, had caught Melinda and Erika being disrespectful, she had demanded that they stay after class. “You have a choice,” she said. “You can either drop out of the class. Or you can explore what can be done with the ropes once they have been tied around your bodies.”

Irene had that look in her eyes, the same look as when she had tied ropes around the most intimate parts of her students’ bodies.

“We’re in,” said Erika. She was tall, blonde, Amazon. Fearless.

Irene turned to Melinda, the look of a huntress in her eyes. Melinda wanted to shake her head but Erika reached behind her and pulled down on her hair, then let go.

Irene smiled, interpreting the head movements as a nod. “I’ll book the room for an extra hour next week.”

A shiver went down Melinda’s spine...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jason Pinaster
• Release date: Jul 12, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005508647

Jason Pinaster

If you would like to be on my mailing list, please click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. You will receive prompt notification of my new publications and special offers.I have heard say that the first obligation of a writer is to entertain. If so, the first obligation of a writer of erotica is to arouse and I hope you feel that I have succeeded.I believe that story sets the scene. A story lets the reader start to care for the characters in it. And if the reader cares about the characters, it is easier for him or her to identify with their arousal, to let that arousal tingle the reader’s own skin.Christopher Carter is a lawyer who’s into BDSM and other hijinks, most of them sexual. His stories feature a little fun, lots of sex, a little adventure, and Carter's special brand of justice. Lusty Lee was a private investigator whose nemesis forced her to pursue him through a new kink in each episode. The Mistress Megan stories take her through her development as a dominatrix during which she must satisfy their every fetish.While my current focus is on stories featuring (in order of frequency) erotic combat, wet and messy, action-adventure and tickling, I’m open to anything which turns me (and hopefully you) on. I dabble in sex games and BDSM. I have published two novellas set in Hedonism II, the notorious Jamaican resort and even one featuring a sentient sex robot.At present, I’m developing a Patreon page showcasing erotic combat vignettes: www.patreon.com/JasonPinasterPlease feel free to contact me at [e-mail] And don’t forget to click on the box at the very bottom of the column under my photo. Cheers!

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Bound Pink © 2020 Jason Pinaster

Jason Pinaster has published numerous other stories. For a full list of his stories, please see his author profile or the notes at the back of this story.

Copyright Notice: Copyright by Jason Pinaster 2020; all rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction; the characters are not you.

Cover Notes and Credits

Back Notes: About Jason Pinaster, other books and stories by the author.

Acknowledgement and Author’s Note

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Bound Pink

But I want to use my hands, I protested.

Not today, she said, tugging at my wrists to confirm that they were securely bound together.

Her name was Erika and she stood half a head taller than me. Her long blonde hair was straight and hung down to her shoulders. At present, she was wearing a skimpy yellow bikini which perfectly displayed the subtle curves of her long, lithe body. The bikini’s black trim accentuated her sexuality

I was scantily clad in pink and bound with black rope. My hands were tied behind my back. My legs were secured with tight ropes above and below my knees. As if that wasn’t enough, my high-heeled feet were hobbled with rope around my ankles. Every time I shifted my weight, the ropes pressed against my panties and sent a frisson of excitement up my spine.

Irene was in the other room, changing, but I didn’t know into what.

The three of us had gotten together after class before. The first time, Irene had shown Erika how to rope me into a half hogtie. I’d been on the bed. First Erika tied my ankles together. Then the tall Amazon had placed me face down on the mattress and tied my left wrist to my ankles. Ropes around my waist and right knee prevented me from twisting my left arm back in front of my body. Next, Irene had tickled me and I’d thrashed around on the bed. At Irene’s direction, Erika had fondled me. I had used my right hand to alternately defend my body and to fondle Erika’s. Her nipples had been hard, her panties moist.

The second time we got together after class, Irene had shown us how to tie her to the wall. There were bolts next to the floor and just below the ceiling. Each bolt had a circle at the protruding end through which a rope could be inserted. Irene tied her right ankle to one of the eye bolts.

Then she gave a second piece of rope to Erika. Use this to tie my left wrist to the ceiling.

Is there more rope? I asked, looking around the room.

Just these two pieces today, said Irene. But I could tell that she liked where my mind had gone.

When Erika stepped back, Irene tugged on the ropes, but they were holding her secure.

What now? asked Erika.

Show me just how helpless I am.

Erika and I looked at each other, then back at Irene. Irene was wearing a white T-shirt. When she’d strained at the ropes, the outline of her bra had been clearly visible. Below, she was wearing tight blue jeans.

Erika pressed herself against Irene’s left leg, but our teacher used her free hand to pinch her ears and tug at her hair. I grabbed that hand and pressed it against the wall. Irene continued to wriggle and I had to stifle a moan when our breasts rubbed together. But we held her tight against the wall.

Erika reached behind and unclasped Irene’s bra. Grab her tits, she told me.

Don’t you dare! sputtered Irene.

But you said to show you how helpless you are, I replied.

Irene stopped resisting. She glared at me, but it was clear that she was play acting. Her breasts were hot, her nipples