Carrie's Aerial Adventure

Brenda applied a small amount of additional pressure to really test Carrie's shoulders. The position would have been a bit more of a challenge if Brenda had also done any number of ties on Carrie's gorgeous legs, but she didn't want to overwhelm the newcomer so quickly. However, as she watched Carrie struggle slightly in her current position, an idea popped into her mind. Brenda knew how much Carrie enjoyed a physical challenge and decided to play off that.

The aerial choreographer let go of the tension she was holding on the rope and watched as Carrie let her arms down in relief.

"What did you think of that Carrie?"

Carrie's mind was a whirlwind of emotion and thought, but the dominant one at that moment was the realization that she liked the feeling of being restricted. The feeling of having her control taken away. In her everyday life, there was always an album cover to choose, or a tour to be planned, or a red carpet look to be chosen, or a meal to be cooked, or a mess from her kids to clean up. People constantly looked to her to make decisions. The lack of control felt freeing.

"I...I liked it," Carrie admitted as she looked from her position on the ground up at Brenda.

"What did you like about it?"

"Umm...the feeling of being restricted," she replied. "and...uhh...the pain too."

"That is definitely something I hear a lot. One of the reasons this whole shibari thing is enjoyed by so many people."

Brenda mulled over her next words carefully.

"Are you ready for the next beginner tie? There are a few others that newbies can usually handle."

Carrie bristled slightly at the suggestion that she could only handle beginner stuff and that Brenda was treating her with kid gloves. She was still here to prove she could handle aerial performing even if her curiosity about being tied up had been piqued. She was Carrie Underwood. She could handle more than just beginner stuff.

"No," Carrie said. "I can handle more. I want you to test me. If I'm going to be doing an aerial performance, I want you to make sure I'm ready. And if this can help, let's do it."

Brenda let a bright smile paint her features as she heard exactly what she had been hoping to hear.

"Ok," she replied. "Remember your safe word and gesture and I'll see what you can handle."

Brenda retrieved another coil of rope and told Carrie to stand up. She untied the ropes that were currently holding them together behind the blonde's back and allowed Carrie to stretch out her sore arms for a moment.

"Ok Carrie I'm going to tie you into a chest harness now. This is pretty much the starting point for anything more advanced."

Carrie listened intently to words she never thought she'd be hearing and nodded carefully once she understood.

"Arms behind your back again," Brenda said with a note of sternness in her voice as she got started putting Carrie Underwood into a chest harness.

Even with Brenda's practiced hands, tying a proper chest harness, especially one that could hold up to what she planned to put it through, took some time. She also wasn't in much of a rush. She was quite enjoying the process of applying ropes to Carrie. The closeness and excuse to touch her toned arms and flawless skin was too good to rush through.

For her part, Carrie stood still with her eyes closed as Brenda did her work. It was a new sensation, feeling the ropes begin to wrap tightly around her upper body, but it wasn't one that Carrie disliked. In fact, the tightness and the reduced control was something that Carrie was quickly beginning to enjoy.

A question from Brenda pulled Carrie from her reverie.

"I'm sorry what was that?" Carrie asked.

"Oh, I was just asking how your family is. How are the boys doing?"

The sudden question about her family felt like it came out of nowhere to Carrie. They were the absolute last thing on her mind as she was being tied up in a tucked away back room in a gym by her aerial choreographer. It threw the blonde singer for a loop and really emphasized her current lack of control even more. She felt like Brenda was in charge and that she had to answer.

"Umm...go...good. They're doing great," Carrie stammered out.

Brenda, currently working behind Carrie as she wrapped loops of rope around Carrie's arms, smirked at Carrie's slight squirming and unsure response. It had been an innocent question at first. Brenda was a talker and liked to do so to fill some of the time while she tied her clients up. It was better than the silence, but Carrie's reaction made her want to dig a bit more into that. It wasn't uncommon for reactions like this to happen to people trying shibari for the first time. The restriction and lack of control sometimes brought out a submissive side people didn't even know they had. It seemed like Carrie might be one of those people.

Brenda couldn't help but to continue with the small talk that was clearly causing an internal conflict within Carrie. Brenda was so comfortable with shibari and the entire setting that she was able to chat like a hairdresser would to a client getting a haircut about inane topics like family. She sometimes forgot that first timers wouldn't know how to separate the intensity of being tied up with normal chit chat during the process. Usually, she'd adjust to make sure the person being tied was mentally comfortable, but she couldn't help doing the opposite with Carrie for however briefly it might be. She didn't want to scare her off after all.

"That's good to hear," Brenda continued as she finished wrapping one of Carrie's arms and circled back in front of her. "Are they ready for school to start again?"

Having Brenda in front of her now made Carrie even more embarrassed for some reason. Like Brenda could see the unexpected shame she felt at being asked what would normally be considered innocent questions. For some reason, Carrie's mind kept going to the thought of her husband or kids seeing her like this. Of walking in and wondering why mommy was being wrapped up snugly in ropes. Feeling Brenda run the length of rope right under her perky breasts caused Carrie even more confusion as she struggled to answer.

"I...I umm...I think they," Carrie nervously sputtered. "I think so?"

"Are you asking me?" Brenda replied with a smile.

"No," Carrie said with a deep blush staining her cheeks. She felt like it was her first time on stage at the county fair she sang at as a kid again. "I think they're ready."

"That's good to hear!"

The experienced ropes woman kept fluidly tying Carrie into the chest harness she was working on as the stilted conversation continued. She made sure to keep in contact with Carrie's breasts whenever it could be passed off as necessary. It was only a few minutes and a couple more questions before Brenda had Carrie tightly tied into her favorite chest harness. Lengths of rope ran parallel along both the bottom and tops of Carrie's breasts while also forming a V-shape in between her breasts and wrapping over her shoulders to her firmly secured arms behind her back.

"Ta-da!" Brenda said as she stepped back with her arms spread. "Your first chest harness is complete Carrie."

Carrie turned to look at herself in the mirror and a wave of humiliation, shame, arousal, and curiosity crashed over her. Here she was, a world-famous country star and faithful wife and mother, tied into something she would have never imagined having on her in nothing but a sports bra, short shorts, and tennis shoes. She couldn't help but notice how well her tanned skin contrasted with the beige rope and how her toned figure looked great with her arms behind her back and her breasts outlined in rope.

Carrie was pulled from her admiration of herself by a sudden jolt to her body. Brenda had hooked a finger into a loop on the back of the chest harness and was moving Carrie's upper body around by it.

"Just making sure everything is snug and where it's supposed to be," Brenda explained. Everything feels ok? Anything hurting?"

The blonde attempted to wiggle her upper body to check and found that although she was unable to move at all, there also wasn't any pain.

"No. It feels ok," Carrie said in a small voice.

"Great. Now we can move towards some more advanced stuff like you wanted! Still remember your safe word and gesture?"

Carrie could only nod.

"Ok good."

With that confirmation, Brenda got a firmer grip on Carrie's chest harness and turned her towards the other apparatuses in the room. Her eye caught one of the vertical poles that held a Hashira anchor she had tied earlier in preparation for an upcoming class.

"Perfect," Brenda thought. "Let's get her totally secured..."

Brenda led Carrie towards the pole in question.

"This is called a Hashira anchor Carrie," Brenda said. "It allows for a position called Hashira. That roughly translates to pillar in Japanese. It's kind of a more advanced position but considering your desire to push your limits and the shape you are in, I think we can try it."

She helped Carrie spin around and back up towards the anchor. It was perhaps an inch too high for Carrie's height, but Brenda wasn't worried. Carrie wanted to be tested after all.

"Stand up just a little bit taller Carrie," Brenda said as she maneuvered the higher D-ring towards the upper loop on Carrie's harness.

Carrie did as she was told, and the hook of the D-ring finally slid into place. Brenda made sure it was secure before deftly slipping the other D-ring into the lower harness loop and securing that as well. She quickly stepped back to admire her handiwork and admire Carrie Underwood in such a position as well.

Carrie was slightly on her tip toes with the height of the anchor and felt dull pressure on her upper body as if she was being hugged. She had to admit that there was some level of feeling comfort from the pressure, but that didn't completely take away from the other things she was feeling. The same humiliation and shame as before intermixed with a deepening arousal at her lack of control. She risked a glance in one of the mirrors and felt her cheeks burn once again. If her family or a reporter could see this...

"Did you hear me, Carrie?"

"I'm sorry...I was just...thinking."

"That's ok. I know your first time can be intense and overwhelming. I was just asking if you also wanted to mix in some more aerial training focused exercises?"

"Oh! Yes absolutely," Carrie said with a bit of relief. Aerial training. That is what she came for after all. Using that as a reason she was currently securely attached to bamboo pole in a back room in the gym helped ease her mind even if deep down she knew it was just a cover for what this was really becoming.

Brenda had to make an effort not to lick her lips at the sight of Carrie's exquisite body tied to the pole. The singer's goddess-esque legs looked simply incredible. The toned muscles flexed beautifully due to her current position and her flawless, golden skin contrasted perfectly against her teal shorts. Her midsection peeked out from above the shorts and made it obvious that ab exercises were not ignored during Carrie's workouts. While not quite a six pack, definition and strength were obvious.

"Ok great!" Brenda said. "So, one thing that not many beginner aerialists realize is how much impact their body must be able to handle. Some vertical drop moves can almost knock the wind out of a performer even when done properly. One of the things we do to help prepare for that are impact exercises."

Brenda paused to see if Carrie was buying what she was saying. It wasn't entirely bullshit. Some aerial moves did deliver an impact, but Brenda's idea for Carrie was definitely not an aerial training exercise.

"So, while you are tied up, we can do some midsection impact exercises so you get an idea of what to expect. Does that sound ok?"

The way Brenda explained it made sense to Carrie, so she simply told Brenda she was ready.

"Ok. Just let me know if you want to stop. Beginners usually can't handle much," Brenda said as she appealed to Carrie's competitiveness once again.

Brenda quickly bounced over to a nearby cabinet and retrieved a pair of lightly padded fingerless gloves. She pulled them onto her hands as she returned to the tied-up Carrie. The stunning blonde's eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of the gloves, but she tried not to let it show.

"So, as I'm sure you've seen, some aerial moves are stopped by the midsection against the silks. That kind of impact takes some getting used to. Have you ever done any boxing or anything like that for your workouts?"

"No...umm...not really."

"You must incorporate a lot of midsection workouts then!" Brenda said as she turned her eyes downward to admire Carrie's toned abs. She reached out with her bare fingertips and tested the firmness of the muscles under Carrie's golden skin. The singer's skin was unbelievably soft, and the muscles underneath were delightfully firm. Brenda pushed her fingers into a couple random spots before focusing back on the task at hand. "I mean these abs are impressive."

"Thanks," Carrie said quietly.

"Ok so a great way to prepare for those kind of aerial moves I mentioned before is to do some impact intervals. Some people use something like a medicine ball, but most have a partner help them out. With you all tied up in the perfect position, now is a great time for it. Are you ready?"

Carrie could only nod.

"Don't worry, we'll build up to it," Brenda said as she got herself in position.

As she watched Brenda get ready, a flurry of thoughts were flying through her mind. She was trying to focus on the idea of this just being aerial training, but that was getting harder and harder to do. She wriggled against her bonds and found them to be just as tight as ever. Her body tensed in anticipation as Brenda pulled her right arm back and punched it lightly forward into Carrie's midsection.

The light thudding sound startled Carrie more than caused any pain from the impact and she met Brenda's eyes that reflected the slightly stern look of a coach or teacher focusing on a new exercise along with something else that Carrie was beginning to recognize as lust. She had seen that look thousands of times from fans in the crowd at her shows and even at meet and greets. It was easy to ignore them when she had security teams and entire stages to move around on. It was a lot harder to ignore when she was tied up and essentially at the person's mercy.

"This is just training. This is just training." Became Carrie's internal mantra as Brenda readied for another punch.

Brenda delivered a series of generally light punches spread around Carrie's entire midsection. The knowledge that this was Carrie Underwood combined with the cute little gasps she was making were making Brenda more and more excited.

"That was a beginner set. Ready for the next step?"

Carrie bounced her ponytail up and down with another nod.

Brenda got into position once again and delivered what could be considered an actual punch to Carrie's stomach. It probably wouldn't have doubled Carrie over had she been untied, but it did force some air out of the beauty's lungs and definitely caused some pain as Carrie leaned forward as much as the ropes would allow and focused on catching her breath.

"Sure you can handle this?"

"Yes," Carrie said more defiantly than Brenda expected. "Keep going."

Brenda didn't need to be told twice and began to deliver more punches to Carrie's midsection as if she were beginning to work over a heavy bag. Carrie handled it as well as could be expected despite a reddening stomach and a slight struggle to breath.

"Let's get you up a bit more," Brenda said as she suddenly ceased her impacts on Carrie's body. "Remember I called this a Hashira anchor? Well, you aren't in a full Hashira pose yet."

Brenda grabbed more rope and approached Carrie again as she pulled the gloves off with her teeth. Once her hands were free, Brenda began to wrap rope right above Carrie's left knee. She tied a fancy knot in the rope above her knee, threaded the long, trailing end through another loop on the anchor, and pulled.

Carrie's leg, one of the legs that millions of fans drooled over, rose quickly at the knee. Carrie let out a louder gasp of surprise followed by a slight grunt of pain as more of her body weight was suddenly hanging from the ropes binding her and the pole holding her. Brenda quickly secured the end of the rope to one of the D-rings and stepped back to admire Carrie's position once again.

She had planned to do another series of punches at this point, but the shibari instructor in her wanted to see Carrie completely off the ground. Without a word, she grabbed yet another length of rope, walked behind Carrie, and knelt down. She allowed herself the indulgence of running her hands down Carrie's remaining vertical leg before completing a similar wrap and knot around Carrie's right ankle. A quick loop of the rope through the anchor and another pull and Carrie was in a full Hashira tie.

"That's a full Hashira," Brenda said as she came back around in front of Carrie. "You look so good like that. How do you feel?"

Carrie didn't have a clear answer to that question. She still couldn't quite believe she was in this situation. She had imagined being suspended in the air on aerial silks during the session. She never imagined being tied to a bamboo pole with ropes instead. The shame and slight undercurrent of uncertainty still made themselves apparent. However, the enjoyment she was beginning to feel from the rough treatment was also growing, which only fed into her shame even more. It was a strange, confusing cycle in her mind.

Cutting through it all was the feeling of restriction. Of not being expected to or even able to make decisions. She still had her safe word and gesture of course and she trusted Brenda to heed them if used, but she was really at the choreographer's mercy. An ever-growing part of her relished that feeling and wanted more.

However, the most confusing thing Carrie was feeling was arousal. She had never been sexually attracted to a woman before and in her fleeting, overwhelming mix of thoughts she wasn't sure it was even Brenda causing it. It was more the combination of everything overwhelming her senses that was unexpectedly turning her on. A momentary idea to call out her safe word was quickly stomped out by her curiosity of what might come next.

"I'm...I just feel...so much," Carrie managed.

"Aww I know the first time can be a lot, but in a good way," Brenda sympathized as she pulled her gloves back on. "And you are taking more than a beginner would too! Are you ready for more?"

Carrie's approving nod was immediately replaced with a grimace as Brenda wasted no time in delivering her hardest punch of the day to the blonde's flat tummy.

Brenda continued her impacts to Carrie until she finally heard a small moan that Carrie couldn't hide behind a grunt. Upon hearing that, Brenda began a rapid fire round of punches that left Carrie a wheezing mess.

Brenda took her gloves off for the last time as Carrie struggled to recover. She walked up to the wife and mom of two and gently placed a bare hand on the stomach she had just been punching. She caressed the expanse of smooth, warm skin as Carrie's breathing slowly began to return to normal.

"You did great Carrie," Brenda reassured. "You won't have any problems with any impacts from aerial moves."

"Thanks," Carrie said as Brenda continued to gently rub her reddened and sensitive skin. "What...umm what next?"

Brenda was thrilled to hear Carrie wanted more and she had plenty of ideas of what to do to her next.

"I think that depends...are you feeling turned on at all Carrie? It's totally normal if you are, but it helps me as your shibari coach to know."

Carrie's cheeks burned as red as her recently punched tummy at the question. Her eyes darted to the floor as she looked down in embarrassment.