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Sasha, a twenty-two year old ballerina from Boston Massachusetts, was walking down the small alleyway in an old industrial zone. She had gotten the address, after applying for an appointment with the old master.

She was feeling a bit queasy, since this was not the part of town she was usually frequenting, and the old abandoned warehouses and manufactorums did not instill a feeling of comfort into her. She half expected to be mugged at any given opportunity, but up until now, she hadn’t even seen another person at all.

Nevertheless she pushed onward. Being granted an audience with the old master was more than just an honor, it was a privilege given to even fewer people than the pope. Applying for one was a lengthy process.

First one would send an application, just like for a job. A personal resume, a few pictures, a few sentences for why one would want to be a subject for the old master.

If, and that was less than certain, one would be chosen, an invitation to an audit would be sent out. In this audit, an Assistant to the master would interview the applicant and would assess if the applicant was suitable to be a subject.

If, and that was even less certain, one would be deemed worthy by the assistant, one's measurements would be painstakingly taken, and they would take literally hundreds of photos. Those photos would be taken in the nude, naturally, how else would the master want to see the supposed new subject.

After this, the master himself would assess the gathered information and would decide if he wanted the applicant as his subject. If so, and again, this is not at all a certainty, not even then, the master would begin to design the binding he wanted to use on his next subject.

This stage alone could take upwards of months. It was said that for some of his more outlandish bindings, he had taken over a year of planning. A timespan, in which the subject was not allowed to change anything about itself. No weight gain, or loss; no new body modifications, no tattoos, no pregnancies, no more hair, or less, no tanning, no nothing. The subject was in a timecapsule of sorts, from which the only way out was to cancel the appointment, of which one will always only once get a chance. If you miss out, that’s it, gone forever…

Sasha had applied for an appointment almost half a year ago. To her surprise, the master’s assistant had contacted her and had agreed to meet her. They had met in a suite in one of the more fancy hotels in Boston and had talked for what seemed hours. The assistant had introduced herself as Megumi, an asian woman in her mid to late forties, elegant, long legs, beautiful almost black eyes, meticulously groomed hair, and skin as pale as Carara marble. She had been soft spoken, very nice and gentle, and after going through a humongous catalogue of questions had taken out her camera.

Up to that point, the interview had been a quite pleasant affair, but when Megumi had demanded that Sasha would take off her clothes and pose for her in the nude, the then twenty one year old ballerina had hesitated.

“It is all for the application Sasha. The master needs to see your body, all of it, so he can assess, if he deems you worthy. And besides, if you get chosen, and I might think the possibilities for that are quite good, the master will see you naked anyway.”

She had explained in a calm, matter of fact tone, her asian accent thick in her voice. Sasha had been anxious, embarrassed and ashamed. Not for her looks or her body, she was a ballerina, her body was at the very peak of physical fitness, but for being pressed to show it to someone totally strange, someone she didn’t even know, and who would take pictures of her in the nude, to show them to someone else. It was almost like pornography, and she was very self aware that this was very much not a thing she wanted to be a part of. On the other hand, this was her one and only chance to be a part of something bigger, to be a model for the old master, one of the very few he accepted and made living artworks out of.

“If it is absolutely necessary…”

She had replied and slowly had taken off her jacket, revealing her slim shoulders and arms. After she had laid the jacket on the chair she had just sat in and brought her hands to her shoulders to brush the straps of her dress over them and down her arms, she had looked down to the floor, unable to look the interviewer in the eyes. All the while Megumi had sat in silence, camera lifted, taking picture after picture.

Framing her ashamed look, the blush on her cheeks and the distress in her emerald green eyes with every new click of the shutter.

When Sasha had slowly pulled down her dress, she had held her breath and inch by inch had laid bare the skin of her torso, uncovering her small, perky breasts, barely elevated from her skinny chest, her nipples painfully erect from the stress she was feeling. From there the dress would have fallen on its own, but she had held it to her body, not yet ready to show her all. Her hands had been trembling and she had gasped for air.

At that point Megumi had nodded.

“Relax Sasha, take it slow, we have all the time in the world. You look gorgeous by the way. I can already see the master being affirmative on your application.”

She had tried to assure her, strengthen her resolve. And Sasha had had to admit that it worked. She had taken a deep breath and had lowered the dress to the ground, revealing her flat stomach, with that little beautymark right next to her equally small navel, which she had always thought looked a lot like a tortellini. She had worn black panties underneath the airy summer dress, almost completely lace, and almost seethrough. The one little rebellion against the innocent little girl image she had indulged in. She had covered what little cleavage she had with her right arm, while her left hand had hidden her shame as best she could.

CLICK

The sound of the shutter had been almost like the shot of a gun in her ears. Irreversibly edged to film, preserved for all eternity, at least in her mind, the sound had made her flush a bright red on her cheeks and heightened her shame to new heights.

Sasha had trembled all over. It was not that no one had ever seen her naked before, they had group showers in the ballet studio, but those had been her friends and dancing partners. All girls her age, and all naked, and sweaty, and wet, just like her. Sure the first time back then had been a bit embarrassing too, but all the laughter, all the fun and them being just as embarrassed had helped. She had been used to their judging stares, looking for a few grams of fat, or some new bruises, that had been all normal to her. But having a middle aged woman, sharply dressed, wielding a camera, definitely more than just casually interested in her body, sitting in an armchair, photographing her every move, every feature of her body, every little flaw, was more than she could handle just like that.

She had looked up at Megumi, who had still been taking one picture after the next.

“Is… is this enough?”

She had asked, only to be answered in the negative.

“No sweetheart, all of it… the master demands full nude… relax, other than the master and I, no one will get to see these pictures, and you will get them and the negatives back. When either the binding is done, or, which I highly doubt, the master refuses to take you in.”

She had explained in her calm and highly professional tone.

Back then, knowing that only Megumi and the master would see her like this, had calmed her down a little bit. She had stopped trembling from shame and had relaxed her all tensed up muscles enough to be able to breathe normally. Seeing that, the interviewer had rewarded her with a loving smile and had nodded.

“Let us take a few pictures like that. Would that help to break the ice?”

She had asked and Sasha had agreed after a moment of consideration.

“Good girl. Act like I am not even here. Move a bit around, I do not need any poses, no need to look into the camera, just walk around in the room, show me your most beautiful body…”

She had demanded and never let go of the camera trigger. At first the young ballerina had been hesitant to move, but soon her movements became more fluent and elegant. Being able to ignore the audience was an essential ability for a dancer of any kind, and ignoring Megumi in her armchair, taking pictures of her was much easier than she had anticipated.

“That’s it… you are a natural… You said you are a ballerina, dance for me, show me your moves… yes… YES… you are doing great!”

Megumi had cheered her on, and the rhythmic clicking of the shutter became almost encouraging, giving her a tact to move to. Sasha had become more bold and soon was performing dance routines that were feasible within the confines of the suite. Naturally she had not been able to do big jumps, but after a short while the interviewer interrupted her.

“You did great Sasha, but I would say, it is time that we lose that last bit of fabric there, else the master will not be pleased.”

Her voice had stayed calm and collected, not forcing, not demanding, more suggestive in nature. She had looked at the dressed photographer in her armchair and felt for the almost nonexistent veil that still shielded her innermost from her view, if barely. She had pressed her lips together, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks once more. It was nothing, really, she had told herself. Nothing she hadn’t had already seen a thousand times before.

Back then she had had to admit to herself that she had been somewhat excited behind her shame and embarrassment. After a brief moment of hesitation she had hooked her thumbs under the thin elastic band holding the lace on her body.

“And no one else will see these pictures?”

She had reassured herself and Megumi had nodded.

“O…okay…”

And with that, she had slowly pulled down the last vestiges of decency from her slim body, revealing that last bit of skin and shame that had been veiled from the gaze of the camera's lens and the interviewer's eyes. She had simply dropped the thin fabric to the floor and had held her delicate hand before her most private of areas.

CLICK

Again, it had been the sound of the shutter that pierced her like a bullet, letting her wince before Megumi.

“You are so beautiful when you look like that.”

She had said, her voice laced with just enough desire to not sound all professional anymore.

What had followed that, had been a two hour photoshoot in which Sasha had found herself showing Megumi so much more of her than she could have ever imagined. In the end she even had had very much fun exposing herself to the interviewer.

“Come here Sasha look at these pictures…”

Megumi had lured her closer while sending the stored images to her laptop and showing her what she had collected so far. With a gasp she had watched the pictures flick across the screen showing her slowly losing more and more of her hesitations and posing for the ever hungry lens of the camera. What were still pretty much innocent pictures of a young naked woman, being ashamed to be caught in front of the camera, slowly devolved into a woman showing all of her assets to the eyes of the beholder without any kind of hesitation or in fact shame.

Megumi had stopped the shoot just shy of becoming pornographic in nature.

“Oh my god, look at me… I am shameless…”

she replied, seeing herself sitting on the other armchair completely naked, her legs spread wide and slung over the armrests while she covered herself up with her delicate hands but left just enough room, so the lens could see everything, while she smiled devilishly to the camera. Megumi had nodded and grinned.

“Yes, I have to admit, you have turned around quite thoroughly.”

She had stated and clicked one page further, showing her a picture, where she had removed her hands from her shame and showed it to Megumi freely and smiled very seductively at her. Sasha had gasped audibly and looked at her in shock, while her cheeks had flushed a bright red.

“Oh… my… god… you… you got to delete that one… please… oh my god, if anyone sees…”

She had stammered and reached for the keyboard, but the interviewer ever so gently denied her access.

“No… we're gonna leave it where it is. It is a beautiful picture. Look at you. You are gorgeous.”

Megumi had countered and Sasha had to admit, she was looking really sexy in that picture, but still, it was way too revealing, way too enticing.

“But… but… if anybody sees this, they're gonna think I would spread my legs for anyone…”

The young ballerina had moped and pouted her lips.

With a warm smile the older woman had then wrapped her arm around her slim waist and had pulled her in her lap, hugging her from behind before she had been able to do anything against it.

“Shh shh shh… my lovely Sasha, there is nothing to be ashamed of here, and no one else except the master will see these pictures, I promise.”

Megumi had stated once more and performed the old “cross my heart” gesture on Sasha's chest.

In the end she had had a good time and it had been a liberating experience for her. Now that she thought back to that afternoon and how much she had been afraid of what would happen then and there, she had had to laugh at herself. How much she had grown since then, mentally and as a human being. She had shed a lot of her inhibitions, and had had a lot of fun with Megumi afterwards. They had spent almost two more hours reviewing the plethora of pictures she had taken and had selected a nice and spicy portfolio to show her master.

Much to her surprise, as forward as the older woman had been, she had never made any real advances on her, not even once. Sure she had a very “hands-on” approach, but she had not once touched her inappropriately, well aside from pulling her into her lap…

Somewhere deep inside of her, she was almost disappointed, then again, would she really have wanted that to happen then and there?

“Probably not.”

She told herself and walked around the corner of an old warehouse.

“Around here… somewhere…”

She mumbled to herself, feeling somewhat lost in this labyrinth of old and abandoned industrial buildings. She looked at the invitation once more and the small map illustrating the path she needed to take to get to the entrance of his emporium.

Carefully she brushed her fingers over the heavy, handmade paper, and shivered slightly.

She had received the invitation two months ago. It had come in a plain, white envelope with no address or sender or anything, just her name, written in a fine calligraphic font. First she had thought it was a prank, since she had thought it would look more official, but when she opened it, it was a handwritten invitation with today’s date and the address which she was searching for right now.

Again she felt the rich, textured paper and spun around, searching for a clue. The paper felt good in her hands and feeling the rough surface gave her goosebumps. Turning around once more, she scanned the buildings until she found a tiny little plaque at one of the walls.

“Entrance around the back”

read the sign and Sasha’s mood brightened significantly. She almost believed it to really be a prank, since there had been no way to contact them again, since the address for the applications was a different one and there was no telephone number or email or anything. Looking at the side of the old warehouse the plaque had been mounted on, she continued on her way, and rounded the building.

It was one of those typical seventies corrugated metal warehouses, high walls, no windows, all manner of pipes and cables running up and down the outside walls. It definitely had seen better days, but it still was in reasonably good shape, with no holes or otherwise rotted through spots.

She slowly went around the last corner and saw a rather plain looking door with a sign bolted to it reading “Atelier” and a seemingly handwritten saying running across the wall right over said door.

“Abandon all hope yee who enter here.”

she read out loud and smiled, as she knew that quote to be the text written above the entrance to hell in Dante’s Inferno.

“Well, I might not abandon all my hope…”

She told herself and went to the door. Curiously she looked around for a doorbell, but there was no button anywhere to be found. She hesitated for a moment, contemplating what to do, but then pressed her lips together and raised her hand to knock at the door, but before her hand could connect, she heard the buzzer.

The buzzing sound startled her outright and before she could pull on the handle the buzzer shut off again. Slightly panicked she grabbed the door handle and pulled, but the lock was already engaged again. Letting go of the handle she looked around again, searching for the camera, which gave her presence away. Before she could spot anything she heard the lock being turned and the door opened slowly.

Sasha stepped back and watched the door swing open. A young woman with long dark brown hair, an undercut on her left side and tattoos all over her visible skin poked her head out of the door and smiled widely at her.

“Hehe, hello. Sorry if I startled you.”

She opened up with a broad Russian accent and looked her up and down. Sasha just nodded with a surprised and shy smile of her own, while the woman from within the warehouse pushed the door open completely.

“You have to be Sasha, aren’t you?”

stating the obvious, the woman gave way inside. Sasha nodded once more.

“Yes I am Sasha, I have an appointment.”

She answered and got an enthusiastic nod in response.

“Good, good. I am Tatjana, very happy to make your acquaintance.”

Tatjana said and ushered her in. Sasha smiled and walked past the young scantily glad woman. In passing she took a closer look at her. She was of clearly European heritage, had very fair, if not outright pale skin, but in contrast to Megumi, who she had met for the interview, Tatjana had an assortment of tattoos depicting various flowers and butterflies. Curiously Sasha stopped and looked at an especially vibrant butterfly spanning its wings over her breasts, which did not go unnoticed by the other woman. Tatjana grinned and giggled softly.

“Do you want to see it in full?”

She asked with quite a lot of mirth in her voice, already lifting her hands to the hem of her tight black tank top, but Sasha, feeling herself being caught red handed, shook her head vigorously.

“No… oh my god, no… I… I just thought, I have seen this one before…”

She said, holding her hands defensively in front of herself, while Tatjana began laughing heartily.

“Oh… oh my… yes, yes you might have seen it before… come, I’ll show you.”

She said in an excited tone waving Sasha to follow her into the wide lobby. Typical for warehouses like that, the inner space was a mostly empty, big room roughly sectioned off by walls with rather big doors. The furnishings of the lobby were sparse, but functional. A simple but comfortably looking lounging area, with a couch and a few armchairs, a low coffee table, a water dispenser and a few plants, a desk at the far side of the lobby and a wall, tightly clustered with pictures. Tatjana led her straight to the wall, on which the many pictures were displayed.

Already Sasha could see the picture of Tatjana, as the vibrant blue of her butterfly literally screamed from the picture.

They were the accumulated pictures that the master had taken over the years. They all showed a naked person in progressively elaborated bindings, some of them still standing or kneeling, but most of them hanging from an unseen point above. Some of them were visibly aroused, and some were framed while cumming.

Tatjana’s stood out, as the master had woven the ropes purposefully around this tattoo, framing it with masterfully crafted knots. It was a beautiful display, accentuating her subtle curves, creating a living, breathing, one of a kind, piece of art out of her body. The picture was set up, taken and then printed so crystal clear, it almost felt like Sasha would be able to reach into it and touch the soft skin of Tatjana’s breasts.

She gasped as she saw the details and realized that soon she would be one of these pictures.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

Tatjana asked, standing next to her and Sasha could only nod in awe, as she slowly raised her hand, but stopped just shy of touching the picture of the other.

“Did… did it hurt?”

She asked almost tonelessly and turned her head towards the butterfly carrying, young woman next to her.

“Hurt is the wrong word for it. Sure the ropes might pinch a bit here and there, but the master always makes sure that he does not hurt any of his models while creating these magnificent pieces of art. In fact, getting bound in this way is very much exhilarating. It is a sensual journey which compares to nothing you have ever experienced before.”

Tatjana swooned and brushed her hands over her body while reminiscing about her time in the ropes. Sasha nodded, she had read interviews with former models, but speaking directly with one of them was something entirely different.

“I have to admit I am very excited, if a bit anxious about it. What if I can not hold out long enough, or do not have the stamina to make it to the end?”

She asked and looked anxiously at the other woman, who presented her with a soft, loving smile.

“Don’t worry Sasha. The master knows what he is doing and he will not overwhelm you with anything, but speaking of which, we should finish the paperwork before the master comes out of his appointment.”

And with that said Tatjana herded her toward the desk set up in the back of the big lobby they were in. Once there Sasha was seated and Tatjana took the opposite side of the big, dark wooden desk. There weren’t many items on it; a surprisingly old-school phone, some files in that typical greyish yellow of cardboard, labeled in cyrilic letters, a few pens, a desk calendar with today's date being marked with two appointments and one of those old-school desklamps with that green glass lampshade.

Sasha watched as her counterpart swiftly rearranged some of the items and put one of the files back into a drawer behind the desk. She then took the remaining file, opened it and sorted through some papers, picking out a few sheets before carefully sliding them over the table towards the young ballerina.

“These, as you can see, are the liability disclosure, the transfer of all rights on the picture taken by the master and of course your agreement to forfeit any claims over any profits made with this picture. Please sign on the dotted lines at the bottom of the pages. Take your time and carefully read all the documents, and if you have any questions, please, feel free to ask.”

Tatjana explained and leaned back in the very oversized chair she was lounging in, while Sasha took the papers and began to read. They were the usual lawyers mumbo-jambo, but it was still clear enough to understand it.

…

Meanwhile in one of the adjacent rooms, the binding of the first model for the day was nearing its completion.

The young man, an athlete, an olympic swimmer, was hanging from the ceiling, bound by many ropes in a complex pattern that emphasized his perfectly toned physique and brought him in a posture as if he was swimming through the air.

The master had opted for ropes in different shades of blue and white, making them look as if the water itself was binding the young man and holding him in midair. The ropes were woven as to immobilize him completely, leaving him just barely enough space to breathe. The intricate design and pattern of the different ropes and knots not only made movements next to impossible but also stimulated the athlete in many ways.

Misha, the master's first assistant, and the one who was actually tying the ropes to the man’s body was just finishing the last few very special knots, weaving a close knit net around the young male’s fully erect member and leading down from it to a small anker like weight, she would ultimately suspend from the hanging man’s appendage.

“I… I do not know… if… if I can hold out very much longer…”

huffed the swimmer under his breath, trying to look down at the master, who was adjusting the lens of his camera and setting up the lights for that one, perfect picture. The master paid him no heed, but Misha chimed in.

“You are doing great Thomas, just a tiny bit longer. We are almost done… almost…”

She assured him and her deep asian accent dominated her voice. She worked swiftly but without haste, as she knew, the master would not condone her rushing the result. Art would take its time. It could not be rushed or hustled, that would only diminish the results and would let the past hours be in vain; but they also both knew that working with actual living models set borders at how hard they could push. Therefore the bindings the old master developed were built up in stages. Each stage in and of itself a piece of art, a living sculpture. If a model was able to go on after one stage was completed, the next stage would be layered on top of the already conquered and added more intricate designs, doubled down on previous bindings and upped the ante significantly. Only a few models had made it to one of the final stages, and Thomas was looking like a candidate for this most prestigious of titles.

The rope that was woven around his most private of body parts was the last, the final stage of the binding, the master had envisioned for him; and when Misha finally let go of the little anker, it was complete.

She swiftly bowed to her master and retreated, out of frame, so the master could do the last adjustments to the camera, while the athlete hanging above their heads rolled his eyes back and began to tense up.

Remote trigger in hand, the master waited for that one moment, he always searched for when taking these pictures. He breathed slowly, took in the scene that played out before him, and watched as the tension in his model’s body rose to the inevitable breaking point. His finger slowly curled around the trigger as he took one last breath and focused on his art project, and then it happened.

In that very moment, when Thomas released, the master pressed down on the trigger and took his shot. The customary click of the camera’s shutter coincided with the pressed groan of the athlete, whose body trembled and strained against the rigid bonds that held him strictly in place. The master, as well as his assistant Misha watched the spectacle that only lasted a few moments until Thomas’ body relaxed again. As an athlete of his calibre, he had more than enough stamina to not be hanging in the ropes and panting, but the strain his muscles were under was clearly visible.

“Good. I think I have my picture, let’s take him down.”

The master’s soft voice filled the room, while he stopped the various cameras in the room from recording. Sure, he only ever took that one picture as the central art-piece, but he made sure that the whole process, from the moment his newest model entered the room, up until the final picture was taken would be documented in detail. He always wanted to be able to have the whole package to give to his models, once the deed was done; as a memorial to this day and naturally for his own archive.

Misha got to work and undid the myriad of knots, she just knitted around Thomas’ body, one by one. She worked fast, but meticulously as not to create any tangles or otherwise hiccups. The teardown of this particular binding would take a little while, but would still be much faster than the buildup had taken. The master’s assistant babbled a steady stream of explanations and compliments at Thomas, telling him exactly what she was doing and how well he had performed. Over time the rack on which Misha collected the individual ropes filled with ever more blue and white ropes, and the athlete's body gained back ever more degrees of freedom. Soon Misha lowered him back to the ground and for the first time since hours, his feet touched the solid floor again, and much to her surprise, he was much less wobbly than she had anticipated.

The last of the ropes came off and Thomas gladly began to rub his arms and legs, easing the cramps out of them.

“Well, that was quite the experience…”

He said under his breath and Misha nodded enthusiastically.

“Indeed, and you did very well, the master will be pleased.”

She answered and looked over to the old master who was in the process of loading the picture onto a computer, before turning over to the other two.

“Oh yes indeed, I am very pleased. Come on over, take a peek at the masterpiece that is you.”

His voice sounded soft but excited and very much pleased with the outcome of the taken picture, and when Misha and Thomas came closer, the master stepped aside and gave way for them to see the moment, when the athlete gave in to the pleasure and released, perfectly frozen in time forevermore.

…

Outside, in the lobby, Sasha had finished the paperwork and had signed off her rights to any pictures and royalties earned from them in the future. She looked over the papers once more, stacked them neatly and slid them over the big desk again, where Tatjana took them gratefully and put them back into a binder, before addressing her.

“Well, that done, we now wait for the master and Kaadra to arrive and take you to the studio.”

She explained and pressed a button on the desk before leaning back against the oversized chair. Sasha looked at the little panel, worked into the desk, which held a few buttons. They were labeled in a language she was not able to read, let alone understand. Tatjana had pressed the third button from the left, but what that meant was a mystery for for. Her curiosity would be satiated soon, as one of the big doors at the opposite side of the big lobby was opened and a tall, dark skinned woman slipped into the room. She was clad all in white, contrasting her almost black complexion, her robe was cut wide and deep, giving insight into her slender build and leaving little to the imagination. While she came forth towards the desk, she swayed her hips wide with every step and the thumb, the heels of her plateaued army-boots made, echoed through the spacious hall.

When she stopped next to the desk, she looked at Sasha, and her perfect, white crescent of a smile looked almost shark-like on her otherwise black face.

“Is this the ballerina I am to bind?”

She asked with an accent Sasha could not quite place, but the timbre in her voice sounded sensual and empathetic. Tatjana smiled while looking up to the newcomer and nodded.

“Yes, meet Sasha, your next masterpiece.”

She said with a soft voice and pointed elegantly at the young woman across the desk. Sasha was surprised, to say the least, she had thought the master to be a man and much, much older. The woman in front of her was in her mid thirties at most and the master had been at it for at least 40 years now. Her distress must have been very obvious, since both women on the opposite side of the table smiled disarmingly.

“Oh please pardon me.”

Said Tatjana.

“Let me introduce you to Kaadra, one of the masters assistants.”

As she was introduced, Kaadra nodded her shorn head, her smile never leaving her lips.

“I am very happy to make your acquaintance Sasha.”

She said in that unmistakable accent of hers and leaned forward reaching the young ballerina her sleek, black hand. Sasha looked at her in awe and took the offered hand. Kaadra had a surprisingly firm handshake, squeezing her hand seemingly effortlessly. Looking at the hand wrapped around her own, she only now noticed the scars running all over the other woman's skin, as her dark complexion hid them almost completely.

Her curiosity did not go unnoticed and the other two began to laugh.

“There are more, do you want to see the others too?”

Kaadra asked in a jolly tone and already had her hand at her top revealing her shoulder. Instantly Sasha’s face flushed a bright red and she felt ashamed for staring at Kaadra. Tatjana meanwhile laughed heartily, holding her stomach and gasped for air, as the woman next to her placantly held her hand up and let go of Sasha’s, who was in a somewhat shock

“N…no. No I…I don’t wanna… I mean, if you’d want to…I…”

She stammered, her eyes bouncing back and forth between the two laughing women across the table, but Kaadra waved her off for the moment.

“Later my dear, if you want, I’ll show you everything.”

Kaara said and her smile almost split her face in two and brushed her flanks sensually. Sasha glowed even brighter, fearing her ears might catch fire if this would go on, but at that exact moment the second big door was opened. Not in any dramatic way, it did not flew open or creak on its hinges or anything, it was just pushed open slowly and a young woman in her late twenties held it open. From within the confines of another studio stepped the master into the frey.

The master, Hironimus by real name, but no one but his mother had ever used that, was a man in his late sixties, of smaller than average stature but an aura that let him seem to be a giant among his fellow man. He wore a dark green robe, which was decorated with golden embroidery and looked like it was at least two sizes too big for him. He held himself straight and his head, adorned with tufts of white hair. If his whole stature and expression wasn’t clearly caucasian, one would think he was Mr. Miyagi from the Karate-Kit movies.

His bright blue eyes pierced through the air and took everything in, to the smallest minute detail. As soon as he spotted Sasha sitting at the reception desk, surrounded by Tatjana and Kaadra his already joyful demeanor shifted once more. His arms raised and a wide smile formed on his lips.

“Aaaaah, you must be Sasha…”

He called out to his next model with a thick german accent. Sasha nodded and got up from her chair to greet the master, who accelerated towards her. Behind him, Misha retreated back into the studio, there was still much to do, but in the lobby the mood was exuberant, as the master did not go for a handshake, but a full on bearhug, slinging his surprisingly strong arms around Sasha, who was taken by complete surprise.

“I am so happy you made it. I was not so sure, since Megumi had told me you were so shy.”

He mumbled into her as he squeezed her fiercely against himself, before letting her go again. Holding her at arms length he looked her up and down.

“You are even more beautiful in person.”

He stated with a grin and took a step back. Only now Sasha was able to muster any response.

“Ah... yeah… well, yes. I am Sasha and I am very happy to meet you too… M-master…”

She stammered, a bit overwhelmed by his sudden approach, but he did not lose his grin, in fact it still widened more.

“Oh, child, there is no need to be shy here. It is only us here.”

His voice had a surprising strength and he sounded so jolly, much more so than Sasha had anticipated. She had thought he would be that old, stern type, like those old masters in the martial arts movies; always reserved, weary of the young exuberant folks. Instead here stood a jolly old man, joking with his much too young subordinates.

“Y-yes master. I am happy that you have chosen me to be one of your models. I am looking forward to the whole binding.”

The young ballerina said, gaining back a bit more of her confidence, while the master nodded.

“I guess you have already become acquainted with Kaadra. She is my second assistant, and will be the one binding you today.”

He explained in a relaxed tone gesturing at the dark skinned woman, who had joined them shortly before the master came to them. Sasha nodded and confirmed she already met Kaadra.

“Good, good, lovely even. Kaadra my dear, is everything ready?”

The master turned to his assistant, who smiled her perfect white smile and nodded.

“Certainly, master. Everything is ready and we can start right away.”

Said the tall woman and pointed at the far side of the lobby, where the door to her studio was still slightly ajar. The master’s face lit up and with an inviting gesture he set off towards the door.

“Well, what are we waiting for then? Kaadra, Sasha, follow me. We will create wonderful art.”

He said over his shoulder while walking ahead with a surprisingly brisk pace. Kaadra giggled and looked over to Sasha, who was obviously overwhelmed by the whole thing. The young ballerina blinked and watched as the old man scurried off and vanished into the uncertainty of the second studio. Only when Kaadra waved her hand before her eyes did she snap out of it.

“Wha… oh… oh no… I’m so sorry…”

She stammered and Kaadra laughed heartily.

“Oh, don’t worry. He is always like this. Always eager to get the next project done.”

The dark skinned woman explained while Tatjana nodded knowingly.

“Oh yes, the master is a restless soul, but a gentle and loving one. On the other hand, you know only too well how much he dislikes waiting, so hop hop, go after him, and have fun.”

The receptionist urged them on and Kaadra pushed away from the big chair, making it spin on its axle and reached her hand to Sasha. It was almost like taking the hand of a little girl when she took hold of her and pulled her to her feet.

“Well then, let’s go.”

Kaadra purred and took off with Sasha in tow. Tatjana waited for her spin to complete and then watched after the two women walk down the hallway towards the studio. With a giggle she leant back in her chair and waited for Misha and Thomas to emerge from the first studio.

…

The studio was a vast room with a high ceiling, there were light fixtures all around, creating a spotlight in the middle of the otherwise dark room, in which there was no shadow anymore. When Sasha entered the room, she saw the many cameras set up within the room and the master was currently inspecting every single one of them and adjusting them to the middle of the room, where the sheer absence of shadow produced an almost blinding radiation. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to these extreme lighting conditions, but then she could see what was in said halo of radiant light. Currently that spot was occupied by a mannequin that looked almost exactly like Sasha, except that it had no facial features. Said mannequin was bound into a pose she knew all too well from her training. A kind of standing up split with her leg held up behind her head by her arms, her back fully bent backwards and her head held high. She stopped in her tracks to look at the display and her mouth fell open.

It looked extraordinary, sexy, elegant but also excruciating. She knew she was able to perform that pose very well, in fact she had to Megumi and she had taken a good many pictures of it; but she also knew that she could not hold it for more than a few seconds, maybe a minute tops.

Looking at the intricate design of the weave around that mannequin, how many ropes and knots were tied around it, she knew she would most likely have to hold this pose for at least an hour, if not longer.

It was now that Kaadra realized that her newest victim had stopped following her and turned around. It was not the first time this happened, most models were positively stunned by seeing the display of what would become of them. With a wicked smile the dark skinned woman stepped into the blinding light, and instantly her white gown seemed to radiate while her pitch black skin absorbed most of the light. The picture was surreal as she approached the bound and displayed mannequin, circling it and ever so gently let her delicate fingers brush over the off white fabric of the puppet. Sasha was almost able to feel the touch on herself.

“Isn’t it marvelous?”

She asked in her thick accent, letting the syllables roll off her tongue in an almost sensual way, while she stopped behind the figure, letting her hands ever so gently roam over its subtle curves. Sasha was too mesmerized to do or say anything else than nod.

“The master and I worked for almost three weeks straight…”

Sounded Kaadra’s voice from the glistening white behind the puppet.

“... it was almost like a feverdream. With each new picture we saw, there were new ideas… new poses, new bindings…”

Her hands traced the ropes around the mannequin’s chest and slowly made their way down.

“... one more daring than the last.”

Her voice took on a more demanding tone as her fingers crossed over the flat stomach further down, following a triplet of ropes leading to the puppets' most private of areas.

“Your body is so flexible, there is no telling what we could achieve given enough time…”

Kaadra purred and Sasha gasped when she saw exactly where the other woman’s hands had wandered. Only now the master chimed in.

“Girls, girls… behave… at least for now.”

He said in a clearly bemused tone as he switched the last of the cameras to record.

“Come closer Sasha, let me show you what we have planned for you.”

The old man lured the ballerina towards the mannequin, gently shooing Kaadra away, who giggled excitedly.

“We will work in stages, so as not to overwhelm you right from the start.”

The master announced and waved Sasha closer. She slowly came closer, still in awe over what she saw, standing right in front of them.

“Stages?”

She asked softly, unsure what he meant by that. He gestured towards the bound puppet and smiled.

“Mmhmm, stages. The binding is layered, so we can begin with the first core layer; laying the foundation for the binding, which will not yet restrict your movement too much and will serve as a form of connecting hub for the rest of the binding. It will consist mostly of the harness around your chest and abdomen.”

He explained and literally showed her the ropes that were slung around the small chest of the puppet. That alone looked a lot like an artwork. The master continued and pointed out the many connections and knots this harness had with the web of ropes around the rest of the body.

“When we are done with the first stage, we will begin with the second stage, in which Kaadra will bind your arms and legs, before we get to the last two stages.”

He elaborated while his hand gently caressed the ropes around the mannequin’s arms and legs, showing Sasha the intricate knotwork running down her extremities. It almost looked organic, like veins, she thought. She noticed that the knots were very precisely placed between muscles and around joints, as not to press on sensitive spots but to limit her movement effectively. Following the master around her artificial self she was able to see how the ropes came together behind her back and she could see where the triplet of ropes reemerges from underneath her groin. She gasped again, as she saw where the knots had been placed and how the ropes split to run up between her legs and over her small behind to join the others on her back. The complex weave of ropes that would somewhat stabilize her in her position but also force her to hold said position was an artwork in and of itself.

The master laid his hand on the central knot that seemed to hold everything together.

“These are the final two stages of this masterpiece.”

He proclaimed and his eyes followed the rope that led up from the central knot towards the darkness that was the high ceiling of the room.

“When the first two stages are done, you will get in position and Kaadra will tie you up into this package. She will work fast, but it will still be hard, possibly painful. When this stage is done, there will only be two ropes left. This…”

He took hold of the line that held the puppet upright and was connected somewhere in the ceiling.

“... and… well, the very last one, will be a little secret until it happens.”

He said with a sly grin on his face. Sasha looked at him, unsure what to think. Was he alluding to anything? She knew from interviews, that in most bindings he had done, sexuality was playing a not so subtle part, and in some pictures he had shown the climax of the model was very much clearly visible.

She swallowed, but the master already raised his hands in a placating manner.

“Oh my child, don’t you worry about that. You will do wonderfully and in the end you will enjoy every little detail of it. I am very sure about that.”

He stated and came back around the puppet towards her. When he got to her, he pointed at a stool standing in a spotlight behind them.

“Alright my child, Sasha, are you ready to become my next masterpiece?”

The master asked with a surprisingly soft voice. He exuded an eerie calm, while she was trembling inside, but she let herself be guided to the stool and took the seat slowly.

“I… I think so…”

She responded with a stutter in her voice and the old man nodded gently.

“We have time, there is no rush here.”

He said and looked over to Kaadra who stood a little bit to the side in the stark shadows.

“Kaadra dear, go and get the ropes.”

He commanded, but his voice remained completely calm and soft. Kaadra nodded and retreated completely into the shadows. After a few steps even her white robe was nowhere to be seen anymore, only the echo of her heavy boots was still audible.

Sasha looked up to the master, question marks floating over her head.

“Well, Sasha, this is it. Kaadra will fetch the cart with the ropes. I have chosen a nice vibrant pink for your ropes. They are made from silk, they will feel extraordinary on your skin. Speaking of skin.”

He looked down upon her with a benevolent smile and tugged at his sleeve.

“You will have to get rid of those… but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

He asked and Sasha nodded softly. Deep inside she still hoped he would at least turn around or something, but he did not move even a little bit. In the end she very well knew she would be naked in front of both of them for the foreseeable future; and in a way they had already seen her naked anyway. She gave herself a little push and slowly stood up again. The master nodded to her with a fatherly smile before finally turning away tending to one of his cameras.

As he did that, relief flooded through Sasha and she had to hold back, so as not to sigh her relief out loud. Looking down on herself she took hold of the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

There it was again, that tingle deep inside her belly, she had already felt back when she undressed in front of Megumi, the excitement of revealing herself to him and Kaadra. She shuddered, as she laid down her shirt on the stool and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her harem-pants and began to pull them down as well.

She had chosen a simple and unrevealing outfit, as she had known beforehand, she would be naked the whole time, and she wanted to wear clothes she felt comfortable in.

When she reached her knees, she stepped out of her shoes and her pants. Folding them up, she laid them down on the stool as well. Goosebumps formed on her arms and legs, not from the cold, as the warehouse was very comfortably heated, but from the excitement and the exposure she subjected herself to. Now only her panties, simple, white cotton ones this time, and her bra that she only wore, because she felt it was mandatory, as her small and perky breasts did not need any assistance otherwise.

She was just reaching back to unclasp it, as the old man turned back around towards her. In an instant the fire of embarrassment shot up into her cheeks and colored them a crimson red, as the piercing blue eyes of the master scrutinized her. She held her breath, pulled in her already flat tummy even more and froze in place, while his face lid up in joy.

“By the gods, look at you…”

He whispered as if in shock and awe, spreading his arms out to the sides.

“... you are so beautiful.”

he added much louder and in an exuberant tone. She felt humbled, but also so very ashamed. She hesitated just a moment longer before she finally unclasped her bra, but before she could brush the straps of her shoulders, the master stepped forward and stopped her by laying his hand on hers.

“Please wait a moment.”

He demanded softly and Sasha looked at him questioningly, but did comply and did not pull the fabric from her frame any more. The master nodded softly and stepped back again. From the back came Kaadra to join them, pushing a cart that was loaded to the prim with bright pink ropes. The assistant stopped the cart and approached the master from behind. The master smiled, as he heard her come up to him. She laid her hands on his shoulders and looked at Sasha, who flushed an even deeper red on her cheeks.

“Relax Sasha.”

The black woman said softly and flashed her a warm smile.

“Savor it, indulge in the feeling, you know you want to.”

She added and nodded slowly, as did the master. The young ballerina swallowed and slowly pulled the black piece of clothing from the body, holding a slim arm protectively in front of her chest, hiding her beautiful small mounds behind it.

“Look at her, isn’t she a goddess?”

The master whispered before ouching, as Kaadra pulled at his ear.

“You naughty, old leech…”

Her taunt was sharp and delivered with gusto, as the master continued to yelp.

“Confess! You only do all this to stare at young, naked people! To embarrass them and have fun while doing so!”

She added and continued to pull on that old man’s ear.

“Ow, ow, ow…”

It was clear however, that both of them did not mean any harm to each other, as Kaadra’s grin was far from being malign and the glance she shot over to Sasha showed her that she was having a lot of fun, torturing the old master.

When she finally let go of said ear, it was red and almost glowing.

“But I have to agree with him. You are very beautiful indeed.”

She confirmed and stepped around the master, who carefully rubbed his ear to ease the pain. Kaadra circled Sasha and came to stand behind her.

“No worries, nothing is going to happen.”

She whispered, as Sasha looked at her questioningly.

“Mmmhmm…”

Came the meekly answer from the young woman, as Kaadra laid her jet black arms on Sasha’s. The contrast between Sasha’s almost milky white skin against the ebony of the master’s assistants hide was so stark, it was almost unreal. Kaadra just stood behind the ballerina for a moment, enjoying the contact with the younger woman.

“Hmmm your skin is so smooth, I will greatly enjoy binding you. You will become my magnum opus.”

Whispered the black woman and ever so slowly guided Sasha’s arms down, exposing her towards the master. Now only the plain cotton slip obstructed his view of her body. Kaadra’s hands caressed the younger woman’s arms as they slowly descended along them and came to a halt approximately at the height of Sasha’s hips, before carefully transitioning to her waist. Sasha winced slightly when the assistant’s hands landed on the soft skin of her waists, just above the waistband of her panties. Kaadra bent forward, bringing her mouth closer to the young ballerina’s ear.

“Am I allowed to…?”

She asked, whispering in her ear, while ever so gently sliding her fingers under said waistband. Sasha gasped and her hands jerked towards Kaadra’s, but she hesitated, resisting the urge to hinder the dark skinned woman behind her removing the last piece of clothing. Noticing that, the master’s assistant began to pull down the cotton slip agonizingly slowly, leaving Sasha plenty of time to change her mind, but she did not hinder her. Her breath was shaky, and her body trembled with excitement and anxiety, but as she felt Kaadra’s hot breath slowly wander down her back, and she bent down to bring the panty to the ground and let her step out of it, Sasha felt somehow relieved, as if a weight was lifted from her shoulders.

The master’s eyes widened slightly at the display the two women put on for him.

When Kaadra straightened up again, she let her hands glide over Sasha’s pale skin, causing her goosebumps almost all over, while her lungs surged for air.

“Hmmm… yes, we're gonna have a lot of fun with each other.”

Purred the assistant into Sasha’s ear bringing her arms around the slim girl, hugging her from behind, while said ballerina still rang for air. She brought her arm to Kaadra’s, gently pulling them closer around herself.

“I know…”

She whispered softly, squeezing the other’s arms. Kaadra’s grin widened and she shot a glance over towards the master who nodded.

“Good, my lovely girls, then let us begin, before the two of you drift off into some other fun…”

He said with a chuckle and turned towards the cart with all the ropes.

“... not that I would be against it. But I would prefer getting my photo first.”

He added while walking towards said cart.

Both women looked after him and before Sasha could say or do anything, she felt Kaadra lips on her heavily blushed cheek.

“Don’t listen to him… but if you’d be interested…”

The assistant let the sentence hang in the air, the promise within clear and unmistakable, then Sasha felt how the other gently opened her arms, releasing the young ballerina from the hug she had been held in. Sasha carefully turned around and looked into the dark eyes of that black beauty standing right in front of her, searching for any sign of betrayal, but there was none; only that warm smile and a tiny twinkle that promised more.

“Come Sasha, let me show you the ropes, literally.”

The last word was more a giggle than anything else, but it worked wonders to break the spell, and Sasha nodded eagerly.

“Yes, please.”

She confirmed and turned back around, making her way towards the cart, waiting for her and the one that would use all that bright pink rope to transform her into a living, breathing work of art.

She let her hand brush over the silky ropes, feeling their subtle texture and shivered. When Kaadra joined her, she took one of them and pulled it from the rack. Carefully she laid it over the younger woman’s bare shoulders, letting it run down her beautiful back, making Sasha shudder even more, as the cool fabric brushed over her flushed skin.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Asked the assistant with a knowing smile and Sasha was unable to do much more than nod slowly.

“The coolness of silk on hot skin is a sensation worth indulging in. Hmm look at all these goosebumps. Lovely”

Added Kaadra and gently pulled the rope over the other’s shoulder, letting it glide over Sasha’s skin with a satisfying, almost silent rustle, making the young ballerina tremble all over.

It was more than just the sensation of smooth silk being pulled over her skin, there was already so much erotic potential in Kaadra’s teasing voice, her suggestive mimicry and the fact that she was already naked, that she was almost unable to keep herself together. Opposite to her stood Kaadra, clearly enjoying her position of power, bathing in the younger woman’s sexual tension, but she needed to cut it short, at least for now. After the binding and the photo, she would have all the time in the world to indulge in teasing Sasha and, so the other would agree, take it a step or two further. Her vivid imagination could see her having lots of fun with a young and flexible ballerina such as today’s model. With a predatory smile she watched as Sasha slowly regained her composure.

“We should begin. The binding will take a while and will demand a lot of stamina from you my lovely girl.”

Purred Kaadra and looked her in the eye.

Sasha nodded softly and let herself be led towards the middle of the spotlight.

“We will begin with the first stage, building up the harness that will serve as the anchor point for the rest of the Binding.”

Explained Kaadra and positioned Sasha how she needed her to stand.

“Mmhmm, do you need me to do anything?”

The young ballerina asked and looked over her shoulders to see what the master’s assistant was doing. The dark skinned Woman was collecting ropes and hummed joyfully.

“No, just stand there and look gorgeous, I will do the rest.”

Said Kaadra with a giggle in which Sasha joined in.

“That I should be able to manage.”

She answered and waited for her binding to begin. When Kaadra then stepped up to her from behind she could feel the tension rising from within her and she drew a deep breath, holding it in.

“Silly girl…”

The masters assistant whispered, as she carefully laid the first rope over her shoulder, letting the cool silk flow over her slim chest and back.

“You can not hold your breath for that long… Breathe, Sasha, breathe.”

She added, gently touching her other shoulder, reassuring the ballerina with a soft squeeze. Sasha let out her held in breath with a slight gasp and nodded, before she felt how Kaadra began to route the rope across her chest. It felt cold, yet hot in its own way. The smooth silk glided over her soft skin without any friction and the way the other woman guided the rope over her hide was so sensual, Sasha could not help but to shiver. She heard the soft giggle from behind her and smiled, as the first knots were tied behind her back, carefully placed between her vertebra forming the first half of a harness that would almost look like a bra when it was finished.

Then the next rope was laid upon her other shoulder and it followed a path that mirrored the first ones. Gently yet determined, Kaadra guided the rope over Sasha’s chest, careful not to pinch her sensitive skin. Little by little it was braided with the first rope, to give the harness a bit of texture and to hold it in place, before the rope was routed back to her back and knotted to the other one already in place there.

The third rope was draped around her delicate neck and then routed down between her small breasts. This was the first time Kaadra stepped around her and came back into view. She was smiling, highly concentrated on the task at hand, but still had a wink to spare for Sasha, who was standing there, trying to hold still, while she was slowly wrapped up in pink ropes.

“You are doing great, little ballerina. Keep it up and the master will be proud of you.”

The assistant whispered and began to integrate the third rope in the braid that already ran down her chest. It not yet was too complicated, but making any mistakes now would accumulate to a complete failure over time. Sasha nodded softly, trying to hide her excitement, but her constant goosebumps, and her almost painfully erect nipples betraved her.

When Kaadra finished the braid, she led the ropes back around and began a new knot behind her back. It would serve as a second anchor point for the lower ropes later on.

While she went to the cart to get some more ropes, Sasha carefully touched the ropes around her chest, they were tightly wrapped around her, but they did not yet constrict her all too much. Breathing was still very much unrestricted, but already she could feel them when she took a deep breath. It wasn’t a bad feeling, on the contrary, it felt strangely good. The silk on her skin slowly warmed up to her, but still felt refreshing, still felt cold to the touch somehow. She never wore silk underwear, but now, that she got a taste for the feel she considered it, but she had no time to indulge in her thoughts too much, as she heard Kaadra coming back from the cart.

“All good my dear?”

She asked in a low tone, carefully touching her at her shoulder, and Sasha nodded.

“Yes, all is good, I just wanted to feel it… as long as I still can. It feels so strange, yet so good.”

The young woman replied and earned a knowing chuckle for her troubles.

“Yes, the silk feels luxurious, doesn’t it?”

Kaadra purred and ran her hand along one of the strands, across her upper chest, from one collar bone to the other, making Sasha shudder.

“It does, it really does. I never felt something like this before.”

Kaadra nodded softly, gently pulling back her hand.

“It is your first time, isn’t it?”

Sasha nodded.

“You will love it in the end. We have to be careful, not that you get addicted in the end.”

Kaadra whispered, taking the next rope and slung it around Sasha’s slim waist like a belt, who gasped softly.

“Could someone get addicted to this?”

She asked, while the rope was tied in her back before getting routed back to her front and knotted there once more, creating a hub on her flat belly for more ropes to attach too. Kaadra crouched before her and looked up with a smile.

“Oh one can easily get addicted to bondage or shibari, however you want to call it. The possibility to give up control, even for a moment, to totally rely on someone else you trust with keeping you safe can be a very addictive feeling.”

She explained in a soft tone while continuing the binding, adding some more ropes slung in different patterns around her body, forming a net of attachment points around the middle of her body and connecting the harness around her chest to the hub on her stomach. Sasha nodded, she could relate to that feeling, the total trust one would bestow upon a partner when doing some difficult dancing routine that relied upon lifting postures and the like. One could get addicted to that feeling, and when this would end up to be similar to this feeling, she could see herself on that path as well.

Kaadra strokes her flank softly and smiles.

“Your skin is so soft.”

She stated, checking the position of the ropes so far.

“I can’t get enough of that.”

The assistant stated and slung another set of ropes around Sasha’s hips and carefully routed them to the middle and knotted them there, before looking up at Sasha, who blushed profoundly.

“These ones will run through your legs.”

Said Kaadra and Sasha gasped. So now would be the time for the next step, not only was she naked, and her breasts were already framed by pink ropes, now they would route them between her legs, undoubtedly framing her… she didn’t dare finish that thought. Nevertheless, she opened her legs a bit, so Kaadra was able to guide the rope through to the backside.

Naturally, the master’s assistant had to touch her, as she needed to make sure that the rope was seated correctly, and Sasha gasped once more as she felt Kaadra’s hand stroking her inner thigh just shy of touching her sweet little pussy. When she heard her whispering:

“No, not yet, sweetheart.”

Sasha almost whimpered, but managed a nod instead.

The rope was tied to the hub behind her back, working like a thong. It was a very intimate feeling, but not a bad one, and when Kaadra stepped around Sasha and looked at her work from the front, she smiled heartily.

“So, I would say the first stage is done. What do you say Sasha? How does it feel?”

She asked and from behind the master approached the two of them. Sasha returned the smile to the assistant and felt her body, and the already multitude of ropes wrapped around it in various ways.

“I would say it feels nice. Unfamiliar, but not in a bad way, more like a swimsuit, that is maybe a size too small.”

She explained and Kaadra nodded when the master came up next to her.

“Oh, would you look at that, my dear, you already look wonderful. Good work Kaadra.”

He said, and the pride was clearly audible in his voice.

“May I?”

He asked and pointed at the ropes, running around Sasha’s waist. She nodded, while blushing harder. With a smile the master carefully slipped a finger under one of the ropes and shifted its position ever so slightly while brushing against the young woman’s skin in the process. She was unable to prevent the shivering, when she felt the old master’s subtle touch on her waist, while he corrected the seat of the rope, then another one and finally he gently stroked her flank, making her almost lose her composure.

“Oh my, you really are sensitive, aren’t you?”

He asked softly, with not even a trace of shame in his voice and posture. Sasha only nodded, while she tried to keep her breathing in check and not let her body take control.

“Oh don’t tease the girl so much, master. She is new to it all. It is her first time after all.”

Kaadra stated and gently shoved her employer out of the limelight, while he protested in a not too serious way. This gave Sasha a moment to rest and regain her constitution.

When Kaadra finally came back and stood before the young ballerina, her look was one of compassion and joy.

“Okay Sasha. First step is done, are you ready to take on the next?”

She asked with warmth in her voice and Sasha smiled, then nodded.

“Yes, I would think I am ready, but aren’t those ropes not tied to loose? I had imagined them being tied much tighter, I mean I am pretty much not restricted in my movements at all.”

Sasha asked and carefully pulled on one of the ropes, easily lifting it up from her skin. The master’s assistant shook her head softly.

“This is by design. At the moment, they are all pretty loose, but when you get into position later and we tie all of it together, they will be pulled tight by the central hub in your back. If I would tie them this tight already, they would cut into your skin so much that it would hurt unnecessarily; and that, we do not want.”

Kaadra explained and Sasha nodded vigorously, pain was nothing she wanted, that she was very certain of. She knew in the end it would most likely be a little bit painful, but that would be manageable. The other woman smiled softly and went back to the cart, collecting more ropes.

“Next will be arms and legs.”

She said and came back to Sasha with an eclectic collection of ropes, draped over her shoulder, as she gently took the younger woman’s hand and positioned the arm in the way she needed it. When she was pleased with the way the arm was positioned she started wrapping ropes around it. One by one, the pink silken ropes were wrapped, braided and knotted in elaborate patterns around the sleek arm of the waiting ballerina, who watched the process with growing interest.

Just like on her chest and stomach, the silk felt cool and fresh on her skin, even though it warmed up to her pretty quickly, but in stark contrast to the binding on her body, the ropes bound around her arm were much tighter from the get go. Not tight enough to cut in, but already plenty tight, enough to restrict her movements significantly and only allowing for the movements Kaadra had planned for in the design.

When the dark skinned assistant was finished with the first extremity, Sasha tried to flex her muscles against the bounds and was surprised how strong they already were. Not that she was overly strong, but as a professional dancer, she possessed considerable strength in her arms and legs, but she was unable to get even the slightest bit of give from the ropes.

“Hmmm these are actually pretty strong…”

She mused as Kaadra swapped sides and began to wrap her other arm.

“Oh yes, these can hold several hundred pounds each. We need them strong, as you can imagine, not every model is as slim and feathery light as yourself, and if we want to hang them from the ceiling, the ropes need to hold. We can not have that anyone comes to harm when we bind them.”

The assistant explained and slowly progressed through the motions to bind the second arm, while Sasha watched, interested in how they would connect the arms to the hub in the back and her leg in the end. Her musings were cut short though, as Kaadra gently handed her back her arm and returned to the cart for some more ropes.

When she came back she had a lot more ropes draped over her shoulder and smiled at the younger woman, pointing at her long, beautiful legs.

“Those are next.”

She said and elegantly knelt down before Sasha, carefully stroking her right leg's outer side. The young ballerina shivered, but it was a nice feeling, a feeling that promised more, but that would need to wait for a later time.

“Do you need me to position it in some way?”

She asked and looked down at the master’s assistant, who pulled one of the ropes from her shoulder.

“Oh? No my dear, just leave it like this. Similar to your arms, we will first bind the legs individually, then we will bring you in position and will finalize the binding itself, before executing the coup de grace, so to say.”

There it was again, that secret little extra the master had hinted at, only being added at the very end of the binding, the one he had not added to the mannequin. It intrigued her more and more, and it fueled her determination to make it to the end, to show them that she was able to take it. She nodded and waited patiently, while Kaadra began to wrap rope after rope around her leg, weaving an elaborate pattern, showcasing her delicate muscles. It felt good, even though these ropes again were much tighter than the others. For the first time she could see them already cutting into her skin. It wasn’t painful per se, it was more a kind of pressure, especially where the knots were located. When she reflexively tensed her muscles, she felt the hard restrain the ropes presented to her. Kaadra stroked her leg once more, prompting her to relax her musculature again.

“Relax girl, this comes later. You’ll need your strength and endurance for it, do not waste it here.”

She explained and looked up to Sasha, who nodded, trying to relax.

“How does it feel? Is everything still ok?”

To that Sasha nodded again, sighing softly.

“It feels strangely good, in a way. Now that the ropes are bound tighter, it provides the first real restrain, giving me a taste of what’s to come. I will not lie, I am a bit afraid, but also very much excited about the next steps.”

Her voice carried some concern in it, but it was still filled with the thrill of this being her first binding and it was performed, at least in theory, by the master. Well, through his trusted assistant, while he was stalking in the shadows around them. The occasional Click of a camera's shutter betrayed his position.

Kaadra nodded, to her Sasha’s excitement was very much obvious, as she was so close to her, the heat emanating from the younger woman’s body was inescapable.

It took her some more time to complete the rest of her model’s leg, but eventually she sat back and looked at her handiwork. There was quite an amount of satisfaction and pride reflecting off Kaadra’s face when she nodded and turned to the other leg.

“This one will be different, since this will be the one you will have behind your back and head.”

The assistant explained, carefully stroking the outside of Sasha’s left leg.

“How will this be different?”

The ballerina asked, feeling her muscles twitch under the other’s hand. Kaadra smiled as she looked up to her.

“Well, you will need a whole other freedom of movement in this leg, compared to the right. If I bind it in the same way as the other, you would not get it even half as far as you need it to go. No, we need to bind this one in another way; but, don't worry, it will feel just as good as the first one, I promise.”

Kaadra said in a calm tone, smiling all the time. Sasha nodded again, she was happy they had thought it out all the way.

And so the other woman began to fasten the first rope around her lower leg, taking her time to weave a nice pattern on her shin.

Sasha was pretty proud of her legs. She had managed to gather some serious strength in them, without gaining too much mass. She still had the slim legs of a ballerina, almost no fat, pure muscles and strength, but without the mass of some of the athletes she knew. She was able to easily jump more than a meter in height and then perform the most perfect figures and still land light as a feather. She seriously did not envy anybody who would be kicked by her in anger. What she lacked in sheer mass, she more than made up for in speed.

While she was musing over her most beautiful legs, she looked down and watched Kaadra Work. Again the scars on the dark skinned woman’s hide caught her attention.

“Did… did those hurt?”

She asked quietly, not sure if she was even allowed to ask about them. She knew scaring was a big thing in some African tribes, and they were, at least those applied intentionally, considered very beautiful. Kaadra did not look up, but kept working on the knots, she was tying around Sasha’s thigh while she answered.

“What do you want to hear, my dear? Sure the cuts were painful, and since the wounds are kept open to emphasize the production of scar tissue, but the result is very much worth it, don’t you think?”

She said softly and took another rope to continue a pattern on the Ballerina’s upper thigh. Sasha was not sure what to answer to that, so Kaadra did it for her.

“It is pretty much like a tattoo. The pain is different, but in essence it is the same thing. The process of producing the art requires a certain amount of pain, but in return you get a truly unique piece of art, that is yours and yours alone.”

Kaadra explained and her thick accent came to the forefront a little more. Sasha hummed her agreement. She did not have any tattoos nor any other body modification. She had thought about something small for a while, but in her field of work, those were still a little taboo. Sure there were dancers with tattoos and piercings, but those almost always were from independent studios, and they seldom got roles in the more conservative engagements. If you wanted to dance in the big opera houses, for the big companies, doing the real classics like Vivaldi or Tscheikovsky, you had to be pure. Tattoos, Piercings, sometimes little things like earrings were considered vulgar, so she had let go of her dreams and concentrated on her work. Later, when her career had ended, she would be able to get her little fay… later… at some point… most likely never.

Meanwhile Kaadra had finished the last of the knots she would be tying to her leg for now. Slowly but oh so elegantly she stood up and straightened herself. Only now Sasha realized that the other woman was quite a bit taller than herself, and her plateaued boots only added to that. With a shy smile she looked up at the ever smiling black assistant.

“If you allow me the indecency, but where are you from Kaadra?”

She asked and Kaadra chuckled. It was a hearty, love-filled laugh and her smile grew ever larger, showing her teeth.

“Well I was born in Detroit, but that is not what you are hinting at, don’t you?”

She answered and Sasha immediately blushed a bright red again. She felt, if this was going on, the blush might stay on her cheeks forever, but slowly she shook her head. Kaadra nodded and gently stroke her cheek.

“My grandparents came over from Afrika, Ghana to be precise. My parents grew up in Michigan and I was born in Detroit. Don’t worry, all is good, there is no harm done. I adopted this accent from my granny, who essentially reared me as a child, since my parents and my grandpa all worked in the car industry.”

Kaadra explained, her accent vaining just a little, making way for a more American pronunciation, but soon enough the already known accent was back. Sasha nodded, with her it was not too unsimilar, for her it was her great grandparents who had fled Russia before the great war; but for her, all that was left of her heritage was her looks and her name.

When she concentrated back on the woman standing right in front of her, she took a deep breath.

“So, now you want me to strike the pose?”

Sasha asked and Kaadra nodded.

“Yes, but you will have a moment to relax still, since we will need to remove your mannequin for its hook, as you will take its place.”

Said Kaadra and pointed at the already bound mannequin that was an exact replica of Sasha’s body, where the master was already waiting for Kaadra. They would take it down from its hook and bring it out of frame, so the young ballerina would be front and center of the picture, when the master would finally take it. Sasha looked over to the master, who was smiling relaxed. The man was still somewhat of an enigma for her. He was the mastermind behind the binding, that much had been confirmed by Megumi, Tatjana and Kaadra, and that much she had already known before, but he was not the one constructing the binding, at least not anymore. She guessed that in the beginning he indeed tied his models up himself.

Kaadra joined the master and together they took the puppet down and carried it away into the darkness. It was a somewhat surreal scene as Sasha watched them and realized that when they were done with her, they would most likely be able to carry her away just like that as well.

It took them a little while, and Sasha was almost beginning to feel a bit queasy, standing there, alone in the middle of the big room, naked, apart from the multitude of ropes wrapped around her petite body. Just as she was about to call out to them, asking where they were, she heard the characteristic echo of Kaadra’s boots on the hard floor of the studio, then the hue of her white gown became visible in the darkness beyond the brightly lit spotlight she stood in. It had an eerie vibe to it, seeing only the rough shape of the one-piece moving towards the light. Only just before she stepped out of the deep shadows and into the light, did Kaadra smile and reveal her shining white teeth, adding the crescent of her smile to the now pretty much visible fabric off her outfit.

“Sorry you had to wait, but stowing away your mannequin proved a bit more challenging than anticipated, since the pose is so special.”

She explained and came to Sasha, who nodded.

“It is ok, I was just wondering if you got lost in the darkness beyond.”

The younger one answered and Kaadra had to laugh at that comment.

“Oh no, no worries there, the master and I know these halls like the back of our hand. You could blindfold me and I would find my way around here.”

She stated and smiled, looking her model up and down. Sasha nodded once more and blushed a little when she felt the eyes of the assistant on her. It was an exquisite feeling, it was way more than just judging if all the ropes were still in place, or the typical stare, her mentors in the company gave her, judging if she had gained weight or a bad posture, it made her feel wanted, endeared.

Kaadra nodded.

“Good. Are you ready for the final two stages?”

She asked and Sasha smiled a little uneasy, but then nodded.

“Yes… yes I think I am ready. I will succeed, I want that photo to show the world that I can do it!”

She said and the last words came out with real conviction.

“Alright then, my little ballerina, come over here, position yourself on the white dot on the ground.”

Kaadra ordered and the younger woman came over, shivering softly, as the cool silk of the ropes rubbed between her legs and her groin. She looked at the floor and found a pale marking that was slightly worn out already.

“Here?”

She asked and positioned herself right on top of the spot.

“Perfect. Please wait a moment, I will get the ropes I need, then you will need to get into your pose and hold it. I will work as fast as I can, It will take somewhere around five minutes, if everything goes to plan. Will you be able to do that?”

Kaadra asked softly. There was no pressure in her voice, only genuine concern on behalf of Sasha, but the young ballerina nodded, she would be able to hold the position, she would succeed.

“Yes… I will be able to hold it for this long.”

“Good, once the last ropes are in place, the position will hold up on its own, the binding will insure that. Then only two more ropes will be left… and a picture.”

Kaadra explained and turned towards the cart. There were not many ropes left on the cart and as Sasha looked over to the dark skinned woman, she saw that she took them all, and something shiny she could not quite make out. It vanished in one of Kaadra’s pockets, before she came back to her, loaded up with the remaining ropes.

The assistant took her place right in front of Sasha and smiled, carefully raising her hand to her cheek, caressing it softly.

“Master, we will commence with the final stages, are you ready?”

She called out to her master, and looked into Sasha’s eye, the both nodded simultaneously.

“Am ready when you are, my dears.”

Came the answer from the shadows and Kaadra stepped back to give Sasha a bit of wiggleroom.

The ballerina took a deep breath, closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened them again, her look was one of determination and will, one neither Kaadra nor the master had seen before on the young woman’s face. Kaadra nodded and took some ropes from her shoulder, knowing she had to work fast when Sasha was in position.

Then it happened.

Sasha bent backwards slightly to build up some momentum, then swung her leg to the back and up, into a standing split, holding her leg behind her head and straightening up.

Kaadra's mouth fell open when she saw the young ballerina seemingly without any effort got into the most incredible position and holding it just like that. It took her a moment to snap out of her stupor, but she regained her composure quickly and rushed towards Sasha.

She worked fast and without a word, braiding in the new ropes and tying them to the prepared anchor points on the harness and the weave on the arms and legs, building connections between the individual bindings.

Meanwhile Sasha was in her own world. She had completely shut out the outside world, while she was holding the position the master had selected for her. For her, only the tension and the slowly rising pain existed anymore. Even without the ropes, getting into the position and holding it for more than a few seconds was hard, but with the binding restricting her movements it was even harder.

She could feel Kaadra working on the binding and she felt how the other woman guided the new ropes around her body, twisting and braiding them, so they would lay flat and tight around her. She felt how her sweat slowly ran down her forehead and her neck, soaking the ropes and making her skin glow in the harsh sheen of the spotlights illuminating her and eliminating all shadows.

Slowly she could feel her muscles begin to cramp and the tension in her jaw made her teeth hurt. Her breathing came in shallow puffs and more times than once she felt her fingers slip from her held up leg, but she managed to hold on to it just enough.

“Soon Sasha, soon…”

Kaadra whispered as she took another rope and began to fasten it to the hub on her stomach.

“Almost done. Just four more left.”

She added and guided the ropes down the ballerina’s flat belly towards her crotch. Sasha stiffened and held her breath, for she knew which ropes these were. Those were the ropes that completed the tripled of ropes that ran through her legs to the backside, where they would be bound somewhere. Her muscles trembled, as she did not know if she could hold on, while Kaadra would fidget around between her legs. She strained and braced herself for what was to come, but then Kaadra just quickly passed the ropes under her body to her back, carefully, so as not to stimulate her too much. No shenanigans, no cheeky touch, no nothing. When she felt the ropes getting carefully placed to the outside of her sex and gently tugged tight, before the ropes were guided upwards and across her firm buttocks, only to be fastened to the belt of ropes, that had been bound around her waist in the first stage, Sasha let out her held breath in a sigh of relief.

“Not this time my lovely, it would be too unfair too sabotage your one shot for glory.”

Kaadra whispered and took the next rope.

“Three more to go, can you go on?”

She asked and Sasha nodded, gritting her teeth. The assistant continued and began to braid in the next rope to her wrist and connected her hand to her leg. Sasha was almost happy to not have to hold on to her leg with the hand actively anymore, but she could not simply let the arm fall either, as that would add to the weight her leg needed to hold, so she still held the arm up, but softened her grip on her leg. When she was done, Kaadra also fastened her other hand to the leg, finally making it impossible to get out of the pose without seriously hurting herself.

“Almost… almost… just two more.”

Kaadra whispered, slightly pressed, but still calm and controlled. Sasha felt how the net of ropes on her thigh was tugged and then felt the the weight of the leg and arms being transferred to her body, as Kaadra fixed the leg to the hub on her back and now, now the ropes around her torso tightened significantly, as the leg and her body were being fused by a silken rope that was strong enough to tow a truck.

“Hnnn…”

Sasha groaned slightly and her face showed the strain put upon her. Kaadra finished the knot and took hold of the line that hung from the ceiling.

“Hanging you up now, then there is just one rope left… one final obstacle… are you ok?”

She asked and Sasha nodded, sweat ran from her body, and colored the ropes in a vibrant pink and made her skin shine brightly as she heard the subtle clink of the karabiner snapping shut around the hub in her back.

Only now did Sasha realize that they would lift her off the ground, by the ropes tight around her body, running through her legs… She gasped at the implication, but was unable to contradict or even say anything, as she already felt the pull of the ropes, drawing her tighter together, constricting her even more and putting pressure on her body in a way she had never felt before.

It was a strange feeling, not directly unpleasant, on the contrary, but so very different than anything she knew. The rope cut into her skin, not too deep, all the load bearing ropes were at least three strings thick braids, but enough to sting just enough, her arms and legs were bound so tight, that she was unable to move them even the tiniest bit, and then there were the three ropes running down her flat belly, down over her tiny little mons and into the valley of secrets. Two were running left and right of her innermost pressing it together from both sides. Again, not too harsh, just enough to stimulate her, and with her every breath, the pressure rose and fell accordingly, stimulating her even more. But the third one, that one ran right over her slit, putting pressure on it and her tiny little lovebutton, driving her almost crazy, the instant they lifted her off the hard concrete floor of the studio.

“Haannnggghhh…”

She moaned much louder than she had wanted, but now it was too late to take it back. Her eyes shot open and she wanted to look down, but the way she was postured and bound, she could only look up, and every time she drew in a new breath, the ropes between her legs exerted more pressure and shifted ever so slightly.

“Ohmygod…”

She blurted out and Kaadra came to her side, as the ballerina was already a good two feet off the ground.

“I know my dear… can you hold out for just a tiny bit longer? For me to place the coup the grace?”

She asked and Sasha heard the rustle of her clothes. She must have pulled out the small little shiny thing she had taken from the cart, the one she had hidden from her.

“I… hnnnn… I think… I can do it… yes… I will hold out… for the picture… but please… be quick…”

Sasha pressed out, trying to keep the breathing shallow as not to stimulate herself even further.

“Master, are you ready?”

Kaadra asked and Sasha felt the hand of the master’s assistant on her now free hanging leg. The master’s affirmation rang out, but Sasha concentrated only on Kaadra and what was happening with her. She felt how Kaadra’s hand wandered upwards her leg, past her knee and ever further. Her eyes widened at the implication of this, as she knew, most of the master’s pictures were of a very explicit nature, not only because his models tend to be naked, but also, if not even more so, because many of his models experienced their climax at the moment the picture was taken. As she felt the hand getting close to her sex, she reflexively sucked in a deep breath, only to realize that this increased the pressure of the ropes running over her sweet little pussy and heightened her arousal massively.

Up until now she had been sure she would not reach her climax just from being bound and lifted by the silken ropes, but with this careless breath, she suddenly wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Oh fuck…”

The moment these words had slipped out between her lips, Sasha was already ashamed for her vulgar outburst, but before she could apologize or stop herself, a soft moan followed her indecency. Unable to regain control over her breathing, as the multitude of feelings and stimuli nearly overwhelmed her, Sasha stumbled towards her own climax, even though she was almost sure she would be able to hold it together just barely, if the master would not take too long to shoot the picture.

Then she heard it, the soft humm, that emanated from below. She was not yet sure, but she could all too well imagine where the humm came from, but she was unable to stop Kaadra now, as she felt the warm, leathery hand of the master’s assistant linger just shy of her shame.

It happened quite fast, at least if felt so for Sasha, as Kaadra pulled the middlest of the rose between her legs down, tied a knot on it and placed it back between her outer labia, the knot pressed right up against her little love button and it vibrated hard.

Sasha did not know what happened to herself as the vibrations of the knot sparked something inside her body, something she had never felt before, at least not this intense. As the feeling of electricity shot through her hanging body, almost all her muscles tensed up simultaneously and pressed what little air was left out of her lungs in one, long, primitive yell of ecstasy. She involuntarily rolled her eye back and threw her head back even more, letting out her cry for freedom, as her body was finally overwhelmed with pleasure and joy.

The fleeting moment, that was her climax, felt to her like an eternity, in which she floated weightlessly in space, while waves of pure bliss washed over her, numbing her thoughts and feeling until only this one emotion was left… pure and utter lust.

But as all good things came to an end, so did her climax, and as the bliss began to ebb away, so did her feeling of weightlessness and she began to fall. It was this feeling of falling endlessly, that she already knew from countless empty climaxes she had reached before. As the tendrils of gravity pulled her back towards real life, she tried to cling to that feeling of floating, that sensation of pure and all encompassing lust, but it evaded her, like a butterfly. Beautiful to look at, to enjoy for the moment it floated by, but unable to ever be caught and preserved.

She slowly regained control over her aching body and muscles, feeling the burn in her lungs, and the thrumming of her brain, screaming for oxygen, ás she only now realized that she had not breathed since she had uttered those vulgar words. Greedily she sucked in a breath of fresh air, only to be instantly reminded of the ropes still being in place, stimulating her all over again. She was able to hold it together and not just give in to it again.

While the young ballerina fought with herself, she heard a voice being carried over to her.

“...marvelous… absolutely fantastic…”

She did not catch it all, but the voice of the master sounded exhilarated, which made her happy.

“Oh my god, you did so fantastic…”

This she heard loud and clear, and Sasha recognized Kaadra’s voice somewhere near her.

“... just let me get you down, so I can free you from your bonds.”

Never in her life had she heard words that were more angelic in nature, as Sasha tried to hold on for just that little bit longer, until Kaadra could free her from this excruciating pose. Everything hurt by now, literally everything.

It was a revelation when she felt solid ground under her foot and when she felt Kaadra’s hands fly over her arms and the held up leg, she knew the torment was about to end. One by one the knots were undone and with each one of them gone, her freedom was restored a little more.

Soon she was able to lower her leg again, although she needed help from Kaadra, since her muscles cramped so hard. She was unsure for how long she had held this posture, but it for sure was much longer than anyone should have held it in the first place.

Again, everything hurt, her hip, from being overextended for so long, her knee, from being forced straight in that way for so long, her pelvis, from being literally wrung out by the posture for so long. And she didn’t even dare to move her shoulders right then and there. Her back would kill her over the next few days, that much was certain.

When the hook on the hub on her back came undone, she almost collapsed under her own weight. She barely managed to stay upright, as Kaadra rushed to get the ropes undone, which prevented her from sitting down.

All the while the master’s assistant let out a steady stream of praises and compliments on how well Sasha had mastered the binding and how wonderful the picture had to be. For Sasha it all was but a mixture of white noise and the occasional command, which she followed without even thinking about it.

The process of undoing of all the different knots, and unraveling of the weave, that Kaadra so painstakingly worked to create took all but ten minutes, as the assistant worked fast but precise and stowed away each and every rope she took off Sasha’s body directly back on the cart she took them from in the first place. With each removed rope the young woman regained more control over her own body and more freedom to move her extremities, which all scream at her for having been bound for so long.

She would be in pain for some time, that was certain, her muscles were sore and threatened to cramp with each movement she made, and her joints ached and yearned for movement she was not able to provide, for the danger of cramping up completely. She decided that a long hot bath was in order, as soon as she got home, and then she would cuddle up on her couch, wrapped in her favorite blanket and not leave that before not all of the soreness was gone again. Her musings were cut short, as a question cut through the white noise surrounding her mind.

“Do you need something to drink Sasha?”

She winced, startled by the direct addressing and looked up to Kaadra, who stood next to her, holding the last of the sweat soaked ropes, she just took off her left arm.

“Wh… what?”

She asked and blinked, while the assistant still smiled at her.

“Do you want to drink something?”

Kaadra repeated the question and was rewarded with an understanding nod.

“Yes, that would be nice.”

The dark skinned woman nodded and turned away. Sasha looked after her, as she hung the ropes over the rack on the cart and pushed it out of the spotlight, where the young ballerina still sat. She looked around and saw the master raving on a computer screen, clearly excited about what he saw on the screen, but she was not able to make out what it was the old man was looking at.

Most likely her picture.

As he was very much excited, it had to be nice, maybe even better than nice.

As Sasha’s gaze continued its journey around the studio, she ended up looking in the direction Kaadra disappeared into the shadows, pushing the cart with the ropes out of sight; but now she heard the characteristic heavy thump of the boots the other woman had been wearing, and sure enough soon she saw the white hue of her gown reappear in the darkness beyond the light. When she reemerged from the murky depths the master’s assistant carried one of those big cups that were so in vogue as of late and her signature smile adorned her face.

“Got you something to rehydrate. Hope you like strawberries and kiwis.”

Kaadra said with gusto and handed Sasha the heavy cup, who took it with a nod. She took a sip and tasted the juicy treat. The cold beverage felt rejuvenating and helped to sooth the burn her muscles spread throughout her body, so she took another sip, holding the big and heavy cup with both hands.

“Thank you, this feels great.”

She finally said and smiled. Then they both looked over to the master who had turned to them and grinned widely.

“You wanna see what we have achieved?”

He asked and beckoned them both towards himself. Kaadra gave Sasha a gently push and helped her stand up.

“Come on girl, let us take a look at you, it’ll be awesome, I know it. You looked absolutely stunning there.”

She gushed and carefully stabilized the still slightly wobbly ballerina, as they made their way over to the master, who stood at the computer and waited for them to arrive. On the screen ran a slideshow of pictures taken by the different cameras throughout the studio, showing her in the different stages of the bind, slowly getting all wrapped up in pink ropes. Sasha took it all in silently, watching as the assistant first bound her chest, nicely emphasizing her subtle curves, before doing the same with her abdomen and pelvis. The pictures captured her smiling, and laughing together with Kaadra, as she teased the ballerina mercilessly in the process. Then came her arms, like sleeves made out of pink netting, and then her legs, covering them in an elaborate pattern that criss crossed over and around them.

Sasha took a deep breath as the pictures captured her performing the standup split, showing her determination on her face. Then she saw Kaadra working feverishly on her to connect the final ropes and she saw the strain showing on her face. It filled her with anxiety, seeing the serious grimace she had made, while holding out for the bind to finish.

What if her face looked like that in the picture?

That would be horrible.

Then the pictures showed how she was lifted off the ground and how suddenly her facial expression shifted. First from that god awful frown, to a startled expression, then to confusion and finally to pleasure, as the ropes pressed against all of her most sensitive spots. She remembered the feeling and her legs trembled. Already these pictures looked amazing, and she could not imagine how he was able to top them.

“Are you ready, my lovely Sasha?”

The master asked and held his finger above the key that would progress the slideshow further. Sasha remembered that there was still one piece missing on the pictures, the “coup de grace” as Kaadra had called it, that one last little puzzle piece, that had pushed her over the edge and into the abyss that had been her most intense climax to date. She swallowed but nodded.

“Yes, I think I am ready.”

She whispered and looked at Kaadra for confirmation.

“Am I ready?”

She asked and the older woman gently rubbed her back.

“Yes, you are. You earned this.”

The assistant said reassuringly and the master pressed down the key.

As the picture appeared on the screen Sasha’s jaw literally dropped, as did Kaadra’s.

It picture, even though the depiction on the screen did not nearly gave it the fidelity it deserved, was crystal clear and it almost felt like one could reach into it and touch her. It showed Sasha right in the moment when her climax hit her, her head thrown back, her mouth ever so slightly open, and her body completely tensed up.

The “coup de grace” was a medium sized, egg shaped, silver thing, that was hung from her by a rope, tied to the rope that ran right between her legs; and the absence of all shadows made it stand out as a glistening drop falling from her, while she ascended into heaven.

Her sweat had darkened the color of the ropes to a real vibrant pink as well making her skin shine in the harsh lights of the studio.

She almost felt the ropes around her body and heard her scream for freedom when she looked at the picture, and thinking back at the moment she hung there, her body relived that sensation, making her shudder.

“Oh my god master, this is your magnum opus. Look at the details, look at those colors and oh my god, look at Sasha. She “IS” an angel.”

Kaadra gushed over the picture, getting in close to the monitor and scrutinizing every last detail of the binding.

“Just like you envisioned it.”

The master nodded happily and came to Sasha’s side, laying an arm around her shoulder.

“You made me proud Sasha, you made yourself proud. Look at you. I know I say that a lot, but never was it more true then this time. This is my masterpiece. My ultimate picture. I do not know if I can surpass this one anytime soon.”

He said softly, pulling her into a loving hug. Sasha nodded into the master’s shoulder and shivered. It still felt strange being hugged by him, as she still was very much naked. But she had to agree, her picture looked positively stunning. Carefully she freed herself from his embrace and turned to the screen once more.

Never had she seen herself anywhere near this sexy and even half as free, from an emotional point of view, even though she was tied up into a neat package. Careful she extended her hand towards the screen, gently touching herself on it.

“I never could have imagined it would be this intense. It was such a liberating experience. I can’t wait to see it when it is properly printed out.”

She whispered softly while leaving her fingers on the screen, while Kaadra nodded. Many of their models shared this sentiment.

“It can be overwhelming, especially when it is the first time ever you experience it. In the end I would think this only added positively to the picture. This expression you can not fake.”

The assistant answered and the master nodded.

“Indeed, the pictures I take from first timers are always the most intense ones. This intensity is not always a good thing, but this time it really elevated an already great picture into a true masterpiece.”

Explained the master and looked over Sasha’s shoulder, noticing how she shivered. It was only a split second, but Kaadra understood instantly, when he briefly looked over to his assistant. The dark skinned woman went over to Sasha’s clothes and took them.

“You are shivering, girl. I think we should get you dressed again. There is nothing to be gained, when you catch yourself a cold now.”

Whispered the old man and made way for Kaadra to give Sasha her belongings back, which she gratefully accepted.

“Mmhmm, now that the adrenaline is gone, it is getting cold… and I am positively exhausted.”

Sasha confessed to the two of them, before pulling on her panties and her pants. Already feeling much better, not being completely exposed anymore. It was not that she minded being naked in front of Kaadra and the master overly much anymore, but it was still a somewhat irksome feeling. With the other dancers, people she already knew for quite a while, some of them since childhood, it was something completely different, but Kaadra, and especially the master, were complete strangers. Kaadra, at least, was also a woman; but the master, as nice as he seemed to be, he was somewhat creepy and he was old, like proper old.

She pulled her shirt over, leaving the bra to be pocketed. She rubbed her arms to warm up a little bit, noticing the slight marks the ropes had left on her. When she looked over to Kaadra, the other woman smiled.

“Don’t you those will be gone by tomorrow. No permanent damage has been done, I swear.”

Said the assistant and laughed. The master nodded as well.

“We have made sure to always have enough area to spread out the pressure, there should not be anything more than a light pinching, no bruises and no real rope marks. Promised.”

The master assured her and looked at Kaadra.

“I’ll leave you two be for the moment, I need to look after Thomas and Misha.”

Kaadra nodded and shooed the master away playfully.

With a hearty laugh the master went off to the studios door and soon after left the two women alone in the big room.

When finally alone with Kaadra, Sasha almost collapsed. Her legs gave out underneath her, as her muscles did not want to support her weight any longer. Kaadra was already there, standing behind Sasha, to catch her in her fall.

“Ok, take it easy my girl.”

She whispered as she felt Sasha laying in her arms. The younger woman looked up at her and smiled wearily.

“I am sorry, but I think I overdid it. I just did not want to show weakness in front of the master, but I can’t hold it up no more.”

She stated and sighed softly, feeling safe in the arms of the other woman. Kaadra shook her head slowly and chuckled.

“Oh my. But yeah, I can understand.”

She said and slowly knelt down, letting Sasha lay on her lap, holding her tightly against her body.

“Many a model have this reaction after the binding, as the muscles are strained beyond anything they are used to. It will pass soon, and you will be able to stand steady again. No worries.”

Sasha nodded as she looked up to her.

“What if I would like to enjoy this for a little while longer…?”

She asked and smiled up to the dark skinned woman. Kaadra took a moment until she reacted to that question, but then she smiled at Sasha, showing that pearly white crescent of her smile.

“That can be arranged, there is no rush anymore. We have all the time in the world.”

Kaadra answered softly and felt how Sasha let herself sink deeper into her lap.

“Mmhmm… then that is settled… and now that we are at it already, I showed you mine, didn’t you want to show me yours?”

The young ballerina answered and looked at the scars adorning the other woman’s arms. Kaadra nodded meanwhile and stroked over Sasha’s head.

“Indeed, I promised you I’d show you my scars, all of them, but I would rather do that in a much more cozy environment. Would you like to come to my place, so I can show them to you in private, only the two of us.”

At this Sasha’s eyes sparkled and she flushed a bright red up to her ears.

“I would love that…”

She blurted out and smiled widely.

“... best day ever!”

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