Akaneya had spent the walk home pondering in her mind the many feelings she hadn't entirely known before. The many things she did not know, the many things she was never allowed to know, and yet here Chiaki was trying to pry them open again from the rusty lock over Akaneya's very soul. A lock placed long ago in the dark cells she lived in for years beneath her native Land of Rice, bearing the weight of the world and a key thought long disappeared. Indeed, Chiaki's magical, healing touch seemed to know no bounds at all - she truly was the best medic that the red woman had ever known.

As she stepped in through the front door of their cozy living space, an apartment if it could be called as such, she paused for a moment to consider drying off. All along the walk, she'd been drip-drying to considerable effect. Her hair was no longer wet, but only damp, the soft bamboo sheets she'd used as both clothing and towels were only mildly soggy, and beyond this she felt quite dry indeed on 99% of her body. With this, her hesitation ceased, and she took the final steps indoors. For that matter, she quickly made a move for the sink, and quite quickly scrubbed the soles of her feet clean from all the dust and dirt she'd collected outside. Maybe she should've worn her rainboots after all, a bit too late for that now though.

Once all nice and clean, Akaneya took a seat on the comfy bed, and unbuttoned her raincoat just enough to pull her breastwrap off. She ran her hair over it briefly to try to soak up any excess dampness, and casually tossed it aside onto a chair. The skirt did not follow, nor did the coat, but she ran her arms under and through her hair to encourage it to fall down naturally and with its usual hint of floof - more important, to push whatever she could out of her face. The hair still hung low, obscuring her eyes a bit and seeming almost as if she were hiding behind the great mass. The front locks fell down past her collarbone, showing off for once the true and proper length of her unbound and untended hair for the world, but really only Chiaki, to see.

Akaneya observed her blue companion with some curiosity, watching her as she twisted the water from her hair like a sponge. The whole thought was near alien to hear, she never tried such a thing, she thought it might even cause even more tangling if she tried. The drip-dry had worked so well for her on the trip, why did it not do the same for Chiaki? How perplexing indeed.

She looked over Chiaki's nude form, the blue above and below, and thoughts of less than an hour prior came rushing back once more. They were pressed together, intimately, privately, their very existence together a conversation, but Chiaki took initiative and stirred something in Akaneya that had been dormant and shriveled and forgotten. It was a feeling that she thought she would certainly want to revisit someday, whenever that may be.

Chiaki leaned into her bag and began to dig, seeming as if preparing to pull out some form of entertainment. All the while, Akaneya thought of her attire and began wondering if she would be wearing this for the rest of the night. No reason not to, one might suppose. It was certainly comfortable enough, even if the purple plastic was a little cold against her bare skin. She shrugged and reached for one of her pairs of leather gloves: soft, black, and shiny, they fit to her hand exquisitely and she found in them a great comfort. It was hard to explain, if it could be explained at all, but gloves gave her a certain familiarity and comfort.

She thought what other steps she might take, if they might be headed somewhere else for the night, or if she should be preparing for sleep perhaps. She wondered if she should be getting more properly dressed for bed as she squeezed her hands into fists and then open again - she didn't often wear them to sleep but she wasn't really feeling sleepy either. By all means, she had the right sort of feeling from her current outfit - the gloves just added, the cinched waist, and a decently long skirt. As nonstandard and makeshift as it might be, she thought it now comfortable and familiar enough to keep till bed.

Mostly, though, she was idling. Picking out gloves had given her something to do while she waited with anticipation at what Chiaki might pull from her bag. She had promised entertainment, she always carried entertainment of some variety in that bag. What about that rope-trick she tried before? Closing her hand again, she was glad for the gloves even moreso - she wouldn't want that rope to be digging into bare skin. That's when Akaneya's suspicions were verified, in their entirety, as Chiaki pulled out a length of rope and turned to face Akaneya with a sinister grin.

Chiaki moved through the streets in silence, it wasn't an uncomfortable silence that sits on your chest at night, beckoning the demons to come whisper in your ear. No, it was the silence of a companion that sits by your side and keeps company and a careful vigil with you through the long hours of the day, a sunny silence that emits warmth. The warmth came not only from the silence but from Akaneya as well. The fiery haired woman made Chiaki's normal cool demeanor, glam, and fashion abandon all and throw it to the wind. She didn't know what made it so, but it was so nonetheless.

She was attempting something that no one else had done before, and she could tell that the feelings that she wanted to impress upon Aka, the feelings that she wanted reciprocated were locked away. Seeing that it was a rusty lock, she would try everything in her arsenal to pick that lock delicately. She was no locksmith when it came to matters of the heart, but she felt a connection with Akaneya, a yang to her yin, a coolness to her heat, a fire to her frost.

She bit her bottom lip, harder than she cared, harder than she should, she felt trepidation. She would be crossing a line if she continued on. There were certain boundaries that a person put up around themselves, and so far Chiaki had run through all of them like a bull cascading from a fighting pit within the chuunin exams. She felt like this next part would require a delicacy that she had thus far not shown.

Chiaki, finding that they had arrived at the small hovel took in a deep breath and put on an easy smile. It was a comfortable smile, it was a smile that she reserved for when she was actually feeling at ease, and that easy smile relaxed her muscles, making her feel lighter than air. It was a good smile, and it was backed by the thought that, even though this next step in their relationship would be hard, harder than anything that she had attempted thus far, she would be able to do it with Akaneya's help.

Chiaki closed the door behind her, as Akaneya went to occupy the shower, to wash off her feet. She moved to do the same, leaving the towel behind her as she did so. She put both feet in, rinsed one off, and then noticed that she was just spreading the dirt. Grumbling to herself, she hiked her foot up, rested it on the rim of the bath tub and sprayed off one foot, then placed it outside of the shower and did the same with the other.

Finally, when both were not dirty anymore, she moved to the living room, where she found that Akaneya had occupied the bed. She spun her hair in her hands, wringing it like a sponge. She looked to the trusses of red hair that cascaded down, shielding Aka's eyes from the world, and she wondered if she was able to see Chiaki through all of that hair.

Her hair had seemed to drip dry on the way here, but with Chiaki's hair being straight, it managed to keep in the water, much like a sponge. She ran a comb through it hastily and set it down on the table, moving towards her bag.

She had a plan, a plan that involved Akaneya and she moved silently, hoping, trusting that the woman on the bed would trust her enough to have a little bit of fun. The fun, of course, would come while they were playing. There had been no protesting to her hands in the cenote, so there shouldn't be any now right?

Or was she playing with fire?

She straddled the bag, bending at the hip and dug through the bag, her back to Akaneya, she hummed a little tune, it was a broken one, nonsensical and made up as she went, but it trilled high, and went to a low note and when it ended she had pulled out a rope. Looking to the windows first, making sure that the light dampening cellular shades were all properly yanked down to block out any peepers, or would be peepers, she leveled a look at Akaneya.

She would tie her up, and show off her skills with tying knots.

She had found, in a magazine, that if one had suppressed emotions, suppressed feelings, that they might be into this sort of play, and well... Chiaki had never tried it. She had gone to dozens of different stores trying to get the right rope that wouldn't blemish the skin, wouldn't mar the flesh, and she had come up empty handed. Finally she found the right rope, actually, at the fisher's market. It didn't fray, didn't cut into the skin, and didn't break or stretch, so it was considered a 'safe rope'. When she was asked why she was buying the rope, she had told them she was going spelunking.

While that might be true, it didn't cover everything that she intended to do with it. It would be a long time, a long process, but she would tie up Aka if she was ready for it.

She felt a giddy, but sinister smile sneak its way across her face.

"Now, Uhm, you had asked whether we would be practicing our escape jutsus... I thought that this would be the perfect time to do so. But I am going to need you to take off your clothing first. It'll hinder the tying." She nodded, and snapped the rope to taughtness in her small hands. She didn't want to frighten Aka, but she also wanted to show her that she was confident, and in charge of the situation.

If she would do so, Chiaki would make her way slowly to the bed, where her hands started to make knots that fit around her shoulders, then would move to Akaneya's armpits, then they would encircle her breasts, five knots in total that would surround them, and then she would move to her navel. Two knots would be tied above her hips, in the hollows there, and then even further she would tie a knot above the fiery hair that grew atop Aka's petals. She would then tie three knots, she called these the 'pleasure knots' which would hang and drag and stretch against Aka's clit, her entrance, and her rear entrance, and finally, she would spin her around and take Aka's arms into her hands, and tie them behind her.

Chiaki would then tie Aka's arms, her forearms, to her legs loosely, so that if she pulled it would put strain on her upper body, but that it wasn't too uncomfortable so as to to lay down with bent knees. Chiaki nodded, looking at her handy work. "Now, I'm going to blindfold you." She said, taking out a small cloth. A little wink was all the warning she would give and then blindfolded the red kunoichi.

WC: 1202

To her surprise, the small blue woman snapped the rope and demanded of Akaneya that she strip before her very eyes. She blushed a touch, and paused. Should she? Would she? She didn't really want to, she'd been tied up before and found the experience fairly unpleasant. Scratchy, itchy, chafing, pinching, overall uncomfortable. Things that she didn't really have any control over then, but did now - mitigation through providing at least a little bit of a layer between the rope and herself. Plus, she felt decently comfortable in this haphazard getup she'd designed for herself, and didn't want to sacrifice that.

"Chiaki, I..." she averted her gaze, "I...I'll let you do it, but I don't want to strip for it." She sighed, "It's not very realistic, is it? I would never be captured naked, I don't see what circumstances that could even happen in. If it hinders tying, well" she gripped her left arm with her right, in that uncomfortable, uncertain posture she had when Chiaki first saw her in her formal gown, "Your little rope trick was quite impressive, but...but if it can't be done over clothes, it's not very realistic is it?"

She seemed to frown, and then sighed - "L-look, it's just...I've been tied up before, many...many times. It's uncomfortable, scratchy, itchy, it pinches and it can hurt. I just...I just don't want to go back to that, giving even a thin layer..." she rubbed her raincoat, "it will provide at least something to make it more comfortable, more bearable. I don't need to relive those days any more than I have to..."

She sighed, "I apologize, but I would much prefer to keep rope-to-skin contact as minimal as possible."

Chiaki seemed to give pause, or at least that's what it looked like to Akaneya. She was willing to accommodate, though, and for that Akaneya was quite grateful. She heaved a sigh of great relief as Chiaki approached and began to do little knotwork like she had previously. Akaneya thought back to the little network of rope Chiaki had made on her hand, and realized quite quickly that the same system would soon stretch over her whole body. It was slightly nerve-wracking, just ever-so-slightly, to imagine that. The display of physics and anatomical precision that had been shown proved to Akaneya that it would be no simple task to escape; no amount of wriggling and pulling and trying to brute-force it might actually provide significant progress of any sort. It was going to be a hell of a time trying to escape.

She felt the rope start to coil around her torso, and she was a bit confused. What was Chiaki doing? This wasn't any binding she was particularly familiar with, and indeed so much time was spent on the torso that there's severe doubt it could ever be practical. It wasn't practical, was it? Upon second thought, Chiaki never had even pretended it was, only that it was effective. Quite the conundrum she faced, then - and yet there was a certain art to it. Some strangely pleasing aesthetic faced each knot that was made, as shapes were drawn in rope across her chest, her torso, and as the knots seemed to snake their way down until Chiaki tied rope around her wrists. Quite a lot of showmanship just to bind her wrists in such a simple way. At least, that's what she thought - Chiaki cinched the rope and connected it to an anchor resting right near the small of her back on the behind of her hips. She tugged away at it, unable to extend her wrists beyond her hips at a certain range, and thought it quite curious and creative indeed.

Just as she reset her position, Chiaki reached under her coat and untied the skirt from her hip - yoinking the icey blue sheet away and leaving her utterly bare beneath. Akaneya blushed and struggled just a tiny bit, but the effort was fruitless. She had been exposed successfully, and Chiaki continued her ropework. The rope passed through the coat's front opening, abusing the inability to button below the waist to keep it entirely shut further down, and rested squarely against her most sensitive bits. Knots pushed against very tender flesh, and when Akaneya wiggled in her rope once more, she almost let out some strange gutteral noise before choking it back down and biting her lip. It was that same feeling she'd felt with Chiaki at the pool, and she suddenly started to appreciate Chiaki's intricacy on another level entirely.

From there Chiaki began to move for her ankles. Akaneya wiggled, "W-wait!" she called out, just as Chiaki was preparing to tie her first little knot there. She pulled herself to a better position and climbed to her legs, without any use of her hands at all, and wandered over to the door. She slipped her feet into her hot pink rubber rainboots, about knee-high and with small 2" heels crafted from the rubber soles. She didn't slip into them per se, more like crammed her foot in through stomping enough times. Once they were on, though, she wandered back to Chiaki and laid herself down once more. If probed at any point during this, she would simply remind that she wanted to minimize rope-to-skin contact.

Chiaki smiled and got with her work. Wasting no time at all, she bound Akaneya's ankles together. Alright, simple to understand, but this was followed by attaching another rope and pulling the legs until the rope connected to her wrists. Now hogtied, Akaneya tried to reset her legs - only to have her pleasure-knots dig in deep. She squealed, and pulled her legs back up again, blushing now furiously. It was almost impossible to understand the Chiaki's magic, but there was such a delicate dedication to everything she did, and maximizing the impact, planning it all ahead, that Akaneya could not help but to feel a great appreciation for the art of it all.

So it was, then, that she was utterly bound and helpless. As a blindfold was thrust unto her with minimal warning, she lost sight of the blue beauty, and was left bound in the darkness just like she had been those many years back. Tight, aching, alone, she felt a rush of anxiety in her heart, she felt the burns left on her flesh, she could see how her hands were bruised and purple when they were unbound later. There was a dripping of water, drip, drip, drip, the sound of footsteps outside the door joined the chorus. That wasn't good, that was never good.

Akaneya began to breathe louder, harder, faster, then shallower. She was hyperventilating, and she began to struggle desperately - her blood was boiling in her veins and she desperately wanted to get out and get away. Her private parts might be getting mangled from the stress and pressure of her struggles, but she could hardly feel anything except the terror that had clouded her heart for so many years. She whimpered, maybe once or twice, but it was swallowed and lost in her rapid and shallow breaths.

And yet she was gone, in a different time and place. She did not hear the furious squeaking of her raincoat and boots as she fought her hogtie, nor her breathing and whimpers, nor the sounds of Chiaki nearby, she could only hear the slow, precise, lordly footsteps of her master outside the door, deliberating whether it was time for another session to toughen her up, or to try to activate her seal, or if he would leave her alone in the dark for another hour yet in terror, pain, and peace.

Chiaki tilted her head, trying to get a good look at Akaneya and nodded, she knew that there would be a bit of resistance to it. The rope felt buttery in her hands and she had used it on herself, actually, while she was at home. It didn’t itch or burn and even after a good half hour it felt almost like she was wearing some sort of weird harness.

“True, it’s just more fun without clothes.” She nodded answering the first question, “The clothes sometimes tend to bunch in the wrong places and make it uncomfortable. And well, I picked out this rope especially for its softness.”

She then was told that Aka had been tied up before and it was itchy scratchy and uncomfortable. She rubbed her own wrists as, for a split second, not even enough time to pass for Aka to really get a good understanding, she was somewhere else.

Orochi Risu was above her, only slightly, because she was taller. Chiaki hung heavily upon the chains and Risu took Chiaki’s head in her hand, slamming it against the wall. Her world spun and the chains dug in, her clothes seemed to rip her first layer of skin off and each breath was torture. She understood the pain that Akaneya didn’t want to endure and nodded once, “Alright, clothed it is, if it offers you comfort, that’s what this is all about. It’s supposed to be fun, and a trust exercise, not supposed to make you feel awful.”

Chiaki started to tie the knots in her hands, and because of her manual dexterity, she was able to do so in a frighteningly fast pace, almost like her hands were on fast forward. She had tied the knots before, tried to make sure that she would have them down, just for this trip, tried to make sure that she wouldn’t hurt Akaneya when they got to this part of the trip. But still, she hadn’t thought that things would progress this far this quickly.

She looked up and down Akaneya’s form as she started to tie the ropes, in the same fashion that she had planned if she was able to get Akaneya naked. There was a little bit more art to it, as the knots around Aka’s breasts couldn’t be formed without Chiaki actually touching them, cupping them, and making sure that they were inside of the knot cradles that she had made. This made for a bit of a… massage treatment? As she went down.

Finally coming to the hips she tied the ropes to them, creating a sort of belt, then looped the ropes around both of them, tying them to a tether, far enough to reach, not far enough to untie anything though. With her particular way of tying these knots, there was something called a ‘king knot’ which would have to be undone first and then the loops would come out, sort of like slipknots.

Chiaki made her pleasure knots and tore the skirt away, as it would hinder them, bunch, and would all around not make the experience as pleasurable for Akaneya.

“There, that’s a bit better. You’ll see how soft the rope is.” Akaneya struggled a bit and the rope rubbed her, moving into her soft folds and Chiaki watched, a curious look on her face as Akaneya bit back a moan, or was it a gasp? She wasn’t quite sure but she felt pleased that it had the effects. Moving tenderly down to her ankles and as she wrapped her fingers around them Akaneya pulled again and Chiaki stopped, wanting to make sure she wasn’t hurting her.

“Alright, I’ll wait. But wh-” She asked as Akaneya got up, and wandered over to the door, jammed her feet into the boots she had wanted to wear and Chiaki hoped, well, she hoped that Akaneya wouldn’t attempt to get out the door like that. “Going somewhere?” She asked, but Akaneya said simply that she wanted to reduce the rope to skin contact.

Blinking in confusion, when she came back, Chiaki realized that the boots indeed covered the part that she sought to tie. It would be interesting, and she would have to make sure not to tie the ropes too tight, so as to restrict the bloodflow, but tight enough so that when Akaneya squirmed, her feet didn’t come out of the boots.

Then out came the blindfold, no ceremony, no warning, just a smile as she thought that this would be a good tease, a good exercise for the both of them, and would maximize the senses of touch and smell, and hearing. Which is what Chiaki was going for in a pleasure exercise, after all.

Chiaki saw something that she hadn’t seen before, Akaneya started to panick. The first part was that she started to grip her hands, started to squirm and shy away from phantasmal hurts and pains, and Chiaki wondered if she was alright, if she had tied them too tight. There was no sign that the bonds were too tight, flesh that was normally pink was pink, flesh that was normally skin colored was skin colored.

She moved to Akaneya’s body, running a soothing hand over it, and inspected there, trying to see if there was something that had hurt her in the cenote.

Having quite had enough of the invisible pains, she decided to probe deeper. With a flurry of hand seals she focused the chakra into her eyes, penetrating flesh, cloth, and rope, searching for any hidden malady. There was the mark, of course, which was tied to her chakra network, and which Chiaki would never forgive the snake for, but other than that, scanning through all of the layers in the time that it took to take two breaths, she didn’t find anything wrong, physically.

This was a mental hurt.

Oh.

Chiaki then was subject to a horror that she hadn’t considered, she had triggered a PTSD fit from the girl on the bed. She went to take off the blindfold and then stopped, mid action to place a calming hand on Akaneya’s back, right between her shoulder blades, the other one, went to rest just above her tailbone and she murmured, a lovers murmur, into Akaneya’s ear, “I can stop anytime you would like, you are in control. Relax, and breathe. I am here, I would never hurt you. Remember?”

Then she saw that the rope had started to chafe Akaneya’s most soft places, had started to dig in and bruise her clit and her outer petals. With a sigh, she took off the blindfold, because she wasn’t getting through to Akaneya and formed some hand seals. This would keep her from harming herself for a good hour and a half, and would perhaps make her feel tingly too. Chiaki had learned many things while she was away and, well, it was time to use one of them to make her - was it girlfriend? - feel better.

Another flurry of hand seals, and Chiaki’s pores started to ooze a teal chakra, she touched Akaneya and it attached to her, running over her body and down her arm and onto Akaneya like water would. She had used this, only once before on herself, and she knew that it heightened pleasure, heightened the senses, and dulled pain. It was a useful jutsu, and she hoped that it would help to calm Akaneya.

Chiaki was still kneeling at the side of the bed, her face close to Akaneya’s own and she smiled, placed a soothing hand on her cheek and said, “It’s alright, I am here. I won’t let anything happen to you that you don’t want. You can stop anything at any time. We should come up with a safe word, or a safe motion. Perhaps the hand seal for ‘kai’?” she asked, her voice was soft and flowed like water, and the teal chakra that had enveloped Akaneya had already repaired the damage to her hands, and to her softest spots.

It would take a lot more damage than that to be able to burn out this particular jutsu. And as a bonus, Chiaki could maintain it for up to an hour and a half. She had done so while training, and she wanted to make sure that Akaneya was as comfortable, and pleasured as much as she could be while in her care.

Name: Guanyin penetration jutsu
Origin: Personal creation
Rank: B
Type: Supplementary
Element: N/A
Range: 80 meters
Specialty: Medical ninjutsu, ninjutsu
Duration: 3 posts
Cooldown: 0
Hand Seals: Bird, dragon, serpent, hare, hare, serpent, dragon, bird, hare, dragon, serpent
Description: The user focuses chakra into their eyes and they fill with a teal color, glowing in the dark, rendering them visible from up to a kilometer away in darkness. The teal chakra allows for the user to ‘peel away’ visual layers of a patient’s body. The jutsu isn’t able to actually peel away physical layers, but is more used to suss out what is wrong with the victim. In this way, the ninja can assess internal bleeding, fractures that are not visible to the naked eye, internal organ failure, ruptured or bruised organs, harm to the nervous system, harm to the circulatory system, harm to the respiratory system, any physical foreign objects lodged in the viscera of the victim, and other issues which would be not visible to the naked eye. The layer system is this: Skin depth for the first, which peels off the layer of skin, next is tissue layer, which peels off the surrounding tissues and shows muscles. Tendon layer, which shows the tendons and hidden vessels throughout the musculature of the patient. Circulatory, which outlines the cirulatory system of the victim. Skeletal: which outlines the bones, any fractures therein. organic which shows the organs of the victim. And then intraorganic: which shows the innards of the victim’s organs, such as blockages in the stomach or intestinal tracts, foreign objects in the lungs or respiratory system or whether the patient is pregnant. Note: This jutsu cannot magnify the normal user’s vision, so the user is only able to see what they would normally be able to see in terms of objects which would be visible to the naked eye outside the body. This cannot be enhanced by using this jutsu through any sort of visual aid such as a microscope. The victim/patient must be immobile for this to work (AKA in a prone position or paralyzed). This jutsu cannot see any 'hidden' jutsu, as per the above, you must be able to see it without the use of another jutsu to be able to see it with this jutsu. Chakra cost of 30.

Name:Medical Guanyin Jutsu: Otter's indisputable reign. 医療：カワウソの紛れもない統治。Iryō: Kawauso no magire mo nai tōchi.
Canon/Custom: Custom
Rank: S
Type: Defensive
Element: N/A
Range: Personal or touch
Specialty: Medical Ninjutsu
Duration: 3 posts
Activation: Hand Seals (Bird → Snake → Dog → Snake → Dog → Snake → Dog → Snake → Dog → Snake → Dog → Bird)
Description | 30 Chakra
Ability: The user molds chakra into their skin, the guanyin stem cell chakra, and expels it out of every pore, this jutsu is a reactionary jutsu and will activate when anything happens to the user up to and including 2 jutsu of the same rank; two jutsu of one rank lower count as one jutsu of equal rank. (thereby stopping up to 4 A ranked jutsu) This is done by instantaneously replacing any missing or destroyed cells using the guanyin’s stem cell chakra. This effect lasts up to 3 posts or until it is expended. This jutsu can be transferred to another person via touch.

The blindfold came off, her body started to tingle, and reassuring words came into her ear. As the light shone into her eyes once more, her breathing began to deepen, gradually, and soften as well, to a more regular and more healthy style. Her racing heart began to slow, and her parched and choking throat breathed refreshing, cool air. Her struggles stopped, she pulled her legs in for a comfortable laying position and she was brought back to the here, the now, and the who. Her pupils narrowed and she saw the blue beauty kneeling in front of her, speaking, almost whispering, sweet and soft reassurances. Akaneya avoided eye contact, quite embarrassed at what had become of her right then and there in front of Chiaki, a weakness she had never managed to overcome or stomp out that would haunt her no matter how particular and specific the trigger was.

Akaneya looked once more to Chiaki and nodded, "Alright," she gave in brief reply, and tested her ropes once more. She became reacquainted to the feel of her current situation, which was quite a grounding experience in its drastic differences to the past. She tested her ankle binds only for her boots to squeak against one another, something that had evidently caught her off-guard and made her perk up slightly. Were she not as in control of herself, she might've giggled like a schoolgirl at the noise. At any rate, the hogtie was tight and well-executed indeed, and when she relaxed her legs and let them droop a little - she felt the knots dig into her again and bit her lip. It was such an instinctual reaction, she couldn't know why it made her do that, why it made her feel that way and why she liked it so much, but it simply did and that was, for the moment, enough. She pulled her legs back to ease the pressure, not that she had remotely enough leeway to actually straighten her legs to a workable degree, and rested in Chiaki's captivity with a certain acceptance. The words rung in her head.

She was in control here. It could stop at any time she wanted it to, she could bring it to a halt, or she could have it all undone. Chiaki was here to help her, and to give her a pleasant experience. She would never intend to cause injury, and was her disposal to add or subtract any given thing to make the experience better. She had allowed Akaneya to wear clothing, however little of it, instead of stripping down, she had gone through the extra effort to align the ropes just right regardless, giving Akaneya a bit of a squeeze up top in the process that she could not deny was enjoyable. Chiaki had bound her, but worked only with the best intentions, and with great expertise demonstrated an art that Akaneya never knew existed, and in doing so had made her feel pleasured so similarly to in the cenote. She was willing to give and give, because she just wanted her to feel nice, content, and happy.

Seeming now to move a touch more carefully, perhaps so as to not spring another surprise on Akaneya like she had prior, Chiaki reached into her bag, tossed a few magazines onto the floor, and pulled out a strange pink ball on a strap. She dangled it for Akaneya to see, before reaching over and placing the ball into her mouth and pulling the strap tight around her head. Quite careful with the mass of red hair that might get in the way, she moved it all out of the way to secure it quite surely before letting the hair fall over it. The ball gag now firmly in place, Akaneya let out a little "hmph" as Chiaki backed away for moment to look over her wonderful work.

For the briefest moment, Akaneya was left alone, bound and gagged, slightly struggling, and her cheeks as pink as the ball in her mouth. This was, indeed, perhaps the greatest trust exercise of all - she thought to Chiaki's words and then to her current situation. Were Chiaki an enemy, were she malicious, Akaneya would be helpless to defend or liberate herself, nor could she call for help, but she put her trust in Chiaki like she did nobody else and accepted her new state of being in stride. For that matter, it almost seemed to feel nice - no; it didn't almost feel nice, it did feel nice, even when she wasn't having her pleasure-knots digging in. There was something captivating about this captivity, being Chiaki's little hostage and plaything. She tried to say something, but stumbled on her words and made it unintelligible - though the gag rendered it all into similar garbling regardless and this realization made her feel all the nicer.

Chiaki made her way to the bound woman and placed a hand on her butt - giving it a particularly firm squeeze that Akaneya felt strongly even under the raincoat. She squeezed the other cheek soon after, and finished this with a playful spank. Akaneya felt a light sting, and then another, and a third before getting flipped over. She couldn't exactly explain why being hurt in such a way, no matter how soft and playful, made her moan in the softest of tones, but it did. The moan was a bit caught by the gag, and her warm breath flowed around the sides of the obstruction instead, muffling it to be even softer than she had made it.

Now, her most sensitive parts partly exposed before Chiaki, the fun might begin. Chiaki crawled on top of her, straddling her, and reached one hand down to her hips. She took the knot that led to the pleasure-rope in hand, and Akaneya's eyes widened. Chiaki slyly slid a finger past the knot to the rope itself, and began to wiggle it. Akaneya returned by wiggling herself, tugging at her wrist rope, futilely struggling against the pleasure it gave her. She let out another soft moan, unable to resist her instinctual response, and unable to resist her helplessness. She felt each knot in turn pull into her as Chiaki lifted the rope, feeling two of them sinking in and teasing while the other seemed to be the true source of stimulus - beyond just teasing and modest pleasing, but indeed the most definitive knot for which the other two were only supplementary and altogether too shallow to pull off the same effect.

The under-rope being pulled deep into her and wiggled to give her a good sense of herself, Chiaki still had a free hand wandering, snaking its way up. She had fondled and groped around in the cenote, and had done the same thing to make sure the breasts were all proper and set when she pulled the harness tight, and now she was prepared to do it again evidently. She released the pleasure-rope and moved her second hand to give both breasts a hearty squeeze through the raincoat that Akaneya felt powerfully all the same. She took her time, tracing to find the nipples beneath, and pushed down to rub them in circles and, now and then, to run over the erect tips. The cold PVC started to feel altogether warm, a thin raincoat as hot as wool, as Akaneya seemed to stutter and moan under the grip. She wiggled, the coat and boots both giving fair squeaks, but Chiaki's straddle left her even less room for that. Soon enough, the blue beauty reached one hand back to tug and wiggle the pleasure-rope while the other worked up top, and this seemed to push the red one over the edge. Her soft, timid, choked moans soon turned indeed quite real, easily audible, and fully formed from the onset.

She looked up at Chiaki, looked to the magazines sprawled across the floor that she could barely see, looked to her own form being handled so carefully, and back to Chiaki once more before closing her eyes and welcoming it all unto her, moaning deeply into the pink rubber ball that filled her mouth, and enjoying each moment.

Chiaki had mounted Akaneya, now was not the time for timidity. She moved her hand in a slow circle, and had she been clothed she might have been a bit more adventurous, but being starkly nude on top of Akaneya, straddling her, she decided to give herself a bit of pleasure. She let go of the pleasure knots that she had tied so skillfully, and placed her own clit on the intersection of the hip-ropes and the pleasure knotted rope that ran between Akaneya’s legs.

She pressed down, and moved her hips forwards and backwards, moving her spine along with the rhythm, her now freed hand moved its way up to the other breast that Akaneya had made sure was hidden from her. More was the pity. She wished that she could have seen their pert pinkness as she massaged them, but it was all for the sake of the red woman beneath her that she had allowed the safety net. Perhaps not next time though. She moved like the waves, lapping at the beach, with each undulation, she moved a knot, similar to the pleasure knot against her own rosebud and with each thrust back up, her skin caught the pleasure knotted rope and gave it a good tug.

She soon found herself moaning alongside Akaneya, a blinding flash after blinding flash as she moved her hands more instinctively, her fingers splayed and then coming together, a bit harder than she would have if she had kept control, her fingers kneading the soft flesh there. Sometimes her fingers would find Akaneya’s erect nipples, and would give them a light squeeze and a little pull, before continuing.

Her own juices coated the red woman below her before long, a show of how she was enjoying herself. She moved down to press her own chest against Akaneya’s own, the raincoat now warm from all of the movement of her hands, sufficiently warmed up, she moved lower, lower, until red met blue and she sat up, pressing the pleasure knot that was on Akaneya’s button into her own. She moved her hips in a circular motion, arching her neck and kissing Akaneya’s cheek, her neck, down to bite her collarbone, not hard, but enough to elicit a giggle from the blue woman that was atop the red.

She moaned as she laid her forehead between Akaneya’s breasts, grinding the knot harder, harder into them both. The jutsu held true, and made her feel even better. With each movement, it sent a zing of pleasure into her most sensitive spot, and made her bite her lip in pleasure. Finally, a fully formed moan came out, pushing her over the top, she shook once, twice, panted and then gave Akaneya a small and secret smile.

“I’m going to blindfold you again. Don’t worry.” She said, pulling at the coat so that Akaneya was bare from the top of her boots to her navel. She moved her hand up and grabbed the small cloth, placing it gently over Akaneya’s eyes, and when she did she said, “You’re still in control, don’t worry love, you’re still in control. I am here, I am the only one here.”

As she said so in hushed tones, she got off of Akaneya and moved to quickly retrieve another thing from her bag of tricks. The bag that she had packed just in case something like this would go this way.

A smirk and a tightening of leather would be the only thing that Akaneya would hear as Chiaki took out a rabbit-hide cat of nine-tails, not meant for the harder play, but for sensation play she would run it through her hand, her palm.

“Alright, I am here.” She said, moving to Akaneya’s ear, giving it a little kiss on the lobe. Then she pushed her lips against Akaneya’s neck. Then Chiaki moved down to place a soft and tender kiss on Akaneya’s belly, just below the navel, next came a kiss on the inside of Akaneya’s hip, then the inside of her knee. Pressing her hand to the inside of the same knee, she would pull apart the girl’s legs, making the knots move more, pushing the rope to the very entrance to her honeyed cove. Chiaki took the cat of nine tails and said, “I am here, you’ll love this.”

Then she lowered the tassles down, the cat of ninetails rested against the mattress and she pulled, letting the fur drag against Akaneya’s sensitive outer lips, draw a circle up to her navel, and then start to snake down her hip to her leg. It was all done with precision. She wanted to make sure that Akaneya got the most pleasure from the encounter that she could. She had tried running the same material over her own skin, and Chiaki had found that it was nice to have something soft, especially after a bit of pain play.

She moved the cat of nine-tails down and over Akaneya’s pouting lips once more, and as she trailed back up to her navel, she gave the outer lips a little swat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make them sensitive to whatever stimulous she would give them. She wanted for Akaneya to feel the next part.

She dragged the cat of nine-tais between Akaneya’s folds once more before she abruptly pulled them out and gave another small swat, this time with the toy to Akaneya’s hip. Her free hand’s fingers went to the rope, pulling it out of the way of one small finger, which traced a thin line from Akaneya’s entrance to her rosebud, circled and then placed the knot back into place, right over it. Another swat, this time on the other hip came from Chiaki.

Then Chiaki stopped, she pulled her hand away, she pulled the cat of nine-tails away and she waited, she waited for what seemed to her to be a long time. Probably about a minute, holding her breath, not moving, not saying anything and then her voice broke the silence, “Do you want me to continue?”

Akaneya watched helplessly as Chiaki pulled her hand away. She seemed to pause for a moment, and Akaneya wondered if she might start pleasuring herself right on top of her. The thought was mildly exhilarating, but she guessed wrong. Instead, Chiaki lowered herself onto a big knot and positioned it just so within herself. She started to go a bit back and a bit forth, and Akaneya felt excited just watching it happen. She left out a soft moan, but then the feeling struck her - as Chiaki got more aggressive with her movements, Akaneya felt the knots in her following the same trail, going in and out and rubbing all the right places, which caught her mid-moan, choked her a slight bit, and then made her repeat it much louder. The playful fondling and groping, getting tighter, firmer, harder by the second, only contributed. She felt stimulated, excited, teased, and pleased both above and below, every little rub of her rosebud against the knots, every little pinch and pull of her nipples, every squeeze of each breast and every thrust Chiaki gave pushed her further into a world she had never known but welcomed with open arms.

Well, they'd be open if she weren't bound.

Her moans escaped, unhinged, uncontrolled, every touch sensitive and sensual, her reactions instinctive and intense, she felt a pressure building up inside of her. She bit down into the soft pink rubber ball blocking her every word and let out loud, shaky moans, cries of pleasure and desire, and began to fight the ropes around her wrists once more. She didn't know what she wanted to do, or could do, but she felt like she needed to struggle against her bondage regardless - and it only increased the pleasure as the knots wiggled with each tug and yank she gave in trying to release herself.

She soon closed her eyes, shut tight, and took the opportunity to feel each and every little thing Chiaki gave her. Even diminished by the raincoat, Chiaki's grip on her breasts was as much a highlight as it was in the cenote. The simple act of each and every squeeze gave the sensation of divine pleasure, with additional nipple pinching and pulling to add spice to the curry - a small kick, but an oddly enjoyable one. Even the warm glossy plastic started to feel as a divine touch as she wiggled and squirmed and rubbed up against it between Chiaki's clenching. The atmosphere of everything became a sort of serenity and pleasantness she once thought inconceivable.

And then, all at once, it stopped.

Akaneya opened her eyes once more, to see Chiaki climbing off of where she had played and teased. All Akaneya was left with was the feeling of all the kisses bestowed upon her neck and the wetness conspicuously forming all around her nether regions from a mixture of both Chiaki's and her own pleasant juices. She wiggled around in it just a little bit, admiring the sensation, letting a soft moan escape and remembering the sound of Chiaki's own - a sound that sent shivers down her spine and made her want to be bound all the tighter if it would make Chiaki do it again.

And that's when she saw Chiaki begin to approach with the blindfold once more. She tried to protest - "Mhngphmh!" she cried as Chiaki effortlessly slipped it on and tied it around her head. The world was dark, lonesome, but Chiaki's calming voice was here this time and she knew what to say. It reminded her that she was indeed in control and could make it stop whenever she wanted, something she repeated in her mind over and over again as she breathed heavily. The word 'love' stuck with her as well, perhaps a slip of the tongue from the ever-cautious blue woman, but it rang in Akaneya's ears on loop. The next thing she heard was a snap and Chiaki kindly informing her of her presence. She could have no way to know what would follow until it happened. All she had was Chiaki's promise that she'd love it, something she struggled to say about most things, but Chiaki knew her better than anyone.

There was something soft, even a bit tickly, than ran across the split lips down south, and it made Akaneya's spine tingle. She shuddered, but of course the mere action made her knots tingle and she almost welcomed the sensation before it had dragged itself up to her navel and seemed to circle. It disappeared, and then her most sensitive of spots was struck - managing, amazingly, to not hurt at all, but the rope that dug in now felt awfully tingly. A sharp pain hit her hip, though not a strong or lasting pain - this was just enough to distract her that Chiaki circled her little love with her own fingers, causing Akaneya to squirm and squeal into that hard rubber ball she started to consider home. Another sharp, but particularly mild, sting came to her other hip and she heard footsteps walking away.

"Mngh? Phmnh?" She tried to call out, but all her attempts were muffled and garbled beyond any hope of recognition. That fact made her feel only more excited as she flipped onto her side and started trying to struggle against her hogtie once more - gently, tenderly, but carried by the uncertainty of where, precisely, Chiaki had gone. The futile tugs and wiggles as she groped for any loose strands or just tried to brute force herself out of bondage all gave her quite the lovely feeling, but her mind wasn't focusing on pure pleasure anymore. She felt a bit alone again, but she kept to mind Chiaki's promise and her words, that everything was in her control. She was probably just standing nearby, getting something new. Finally the question was posed:

Does she want to continue?

Well, Akaneya paused and thought for the briefest second. The experience had, thus far, been mostly pleasant. She felt at times as though reliving some disturbingly familiar feelings, and yet the knowledge that she could stop them at any time, that she could control it as she pleased, as well as the new world of pleasure Chiaki opened to her, all came together to create an answer. Given all those circumstances, she could hardly say 'no' could she?

Tentatively, cautiously, but loud enough to breach well through the firm gag, she gave her response: "M-mhm."