Shibari

"Huh! Not only are you 18, but you're one of those poor bastards who has your birthday right after school starts, so now that you've probably graduated, you're almost 19!"

"Yeah, that part sucks," I agreed because if I had been born in June or July, I'd have actually graduated before turning 18 -- which would have been a year ago. Chances were good that my life would have been drastically different if I'd graduated a year ago. I'd probably be in college already. Maybe even scouted by a professional team.

"What happened to your arm?" The man asked curiously.

"I broke it," I stated in an emotionless tone. "What's Shibari and why are there classes on it?" I asked, pointing at the ad on the board.

He huffed a laugh and grinned at me. "Hold on, let me buy you that coffee before I explain."

"I can't stand coffee, but they have a Vanilla Rooibos that I like," I informed him, again in an emotionless tone. It wasn't anything against him, I was just fairly emotionless in general.

He looked faintly puzzled as he looked me over. After a moment, he shrugged and turned to go order our drinks. By the time he had them in hand, I had read every ad on the board and had sat down to wonder why none of them seemed interesting. There were ads for classes on things like pottery, singing, dancing, and painting, but none of those felt worth the effort of showing up for the class, much less actually learning them.

He handed me my Rooibos with a warm smile. "I'll admit, that actually smells good, which I didn't expect since I've never heard of it before. Anyway, I'm Kenneth. Some people call me Ken, but that actually bothers me, so please call me Kenneth."

I shook his hand. "Hi Kenneth, I'm Benjamin, and just like you, I don't really like when people call me Ben."

"Fair enough. Alright Benjamin, to answer your question, Shibari is a Japanese word that means tying up with rope. They mean it in a decorative sense, but it has come to encompass a whole slew of bondage techniques."

"Bondage?" I questioned with a raised brow. "Why would someone advertise classes for that? Wait. Why would someone offer classes on that?!"

Kenneth laughed so loudly that a bunch of other people stopped what they were doing and looked over at us. Then he slung an arm around my shoulder. "How else do you suppose people learn it? It's not exactly something you can learn via tutorials. Well, I mean I suppose you CAN, but it's really so much safer and easier to learn it from a teacher."

"You seem to know a lot about it," I pointed out, surprised to find myself slightly curious.

He shrugged affably. "Yeah well, that's because I'm the one offering the classes. I'd only just put the ad up and stepped aside to read some of the other ads when you walked up and asked what the hell it even was."

"Oh," I murmured, not entirely sure how to respond to that.

"So... interested in taking at least one class to see what it's all about?" Kenneth asked casually, as if he didn't care either way, even though he was clearly eager for his first student.

"Hmm..." I hummed in thought. "You know, it's the first thing I've heard about that seems even slightly interesting in a long time. I suppose I could try one class."

"That's the spirit!" He cried out happily, even going so far as to pound me on the back.

"But first, what exactly is taught in this class?" I asked, belatedly remembering that bondage was a sort of advanced sexual technique, and I'm not exactly free with my body.

"Actually, the class itself is really pretty tame. It really is just teaching the various tying techniques. If you want to put what you've learned into practice, that's completely up to you to do on your own."

I was inexplicably relieved. "Oh. So I won't be tied up and raped in front of an audience. Wait. How do I know you're telling me the truth?"

He chuckled and winked at me. "Oh sure, I can see why you'd be afraid for your virtue, but I'm offering this class through an official club. I CAN'T allow or encourage anything that would get the club in trouble. And actually, I work at this club because it places supreme importance on Safe, Sane, and Consensual. No matter what happens, you will never be forced to do something you don't want."

"Huh..." I exhaled in thought. "So... When are these classes?"

Kenneth picked up his coffee. "Come on. Since I haven't set a date or time yet, I think it would be best to bring you to the club and let you see that I'm not lying. Also, you'd actually really be helping me out by being a sort of trial run before I have an actual class full of people expecting me to be a good teacher."

So... private lessons? I suppose that it would be far less embarrassing to be tied up when there aren't any witnesses, as opposed to in front of an entire class of strangers.

"Alright..." I agreed before taking a sip of my tea -- which was still scalding.

A shockingly mere 20 minutes later, I was seriously questioning my decision to go to a freaking SEX club with a complete stranger. I looked around, trying to remain calm and show absolutely no emotion -- which was normally my natural state -- but I'm dead certain that my eyes were as big as saucers and about to pop right out of my head. After entering the club and getting past a lobby and a locker room, there... were no clothes...

Considering that it's about 3PM on a Wednesday afternoon, I really expected the place to be nearly empty, but it was -- well, not exactly packed, but had a good two or three dozen people all mingling in a state of either complete nudity OR in a costume so revealing and suggestive that they might as well be naked.

"I had no idea such a place existed..." And was so damn close to my house!

Kenneth chuckled. "In case you were too out of it to pay attention, as I said in the locker room, you don't have to get naked -- although you can if you want. Probably most of the people who take my class will be members, but I put up an ad on a few different community boards to see if I could attract some people who aren't part of the club."

"Why?" I wondered, curious despite myself.

"Mostly because I think that there might be a lot of people who are interested in taking such a class but can't afford becoming a member of the club. Or maybe they haven't even heard of the club yet," he explained.

"Makes sense," I murmured in understanding as I looked up at the logo on the wall. It was the name of the club in a script so fancy that I almost couldn't read it. That said, I'd seen the name as we walked in: La Petite Mort -- The Little Death. It was a french euphemism for orgasm. I took another shy look around. "This place is bigger than I would expect... had I thought such a place existed."

He laughed and pointed over to the left. "That's the room I'll be using as my classroom. Those stairs lead down to the dungeon, that door over there is where you can get something to eat or drink -- although it's a full service bar, so you'll be carded. This big room we're standing in is a sort of general gathering room where people meet up, discuss their kinks, negotiate contracts, and even play around a little -- so don't be shocked when you turn around and see a man giving another man a blowjob in the corner over there."

I took a step back and gave him a wary look. "Is this a gay club?"

"Not as such. It's actually an all inclusive club, so you could potentially see people covering all aspects of the spectrum. Anyway, downstairs next to the dungeon, there's a large bathroom in the sense that there's a huge hot tub and a few open showers, plus a sauna. Tucked in here and there all over the club are semi private rooms for any sort of play imaginable. They're semi-private so that bouncers can ensure that no one is ever being forced to do something against their will."

"Really, there are bouncers here?" I couldn't explain why, but this made me feel about 45 percent more comfortable -- not that I had actually relaxed or anything.

"Of course. As I said, the rules are VERY strict about everything being safe, sane, and consensual. If a person who hasn't contracted to non-consent says no about anything at any time, then their partner HAS to stop all play until the situation is thoroughly discussed and all parties are on the same page again -- although it's typically not that dramatic. Just a quick pause to ask what's wrong and fix it," Kenneth explained.

"Oh..."

Kenneth pointed at the ceiling. "The floor above us has a few different rooms, such as a room dedicated to Shibari -- but far more advanced Shibari than I'm going to be teaching you any time soon. There's also a dark room that is so dark just simply walking through the door is considered consent for any and all play. Don't get me wrong, if you wandered in there by mistake and someone tried to bend you over, all you'd have to do is say no and leave -- and a bouncer will use a small flashlight to retrieve you if necessary, but the point is that a lot of people want to experience complete anonymity, so they can go into the dark room and have casual sex with strangers they can't even see."

"Why...?" I couldn't help but wonder.

Rather than attempt to answer, Kenneth simply chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Benjamin. Just stick to this part of the club and my classroom. Are you still interested in my class?"

I took a moment to think this over, and then shrugged. "Yeah, I guess."

"Great! Stay there one moment!" He ordered before spinning around and running off toward a table that had five women sitting around it. Three were naked, one wore shiny black leather from head to toe that looked too tight to properly breath in, and the last woman wore what looked like a sexy bunny costume. He whispered in the ear of one of the naked women, and she gave him a brilliant grin before nodding and standing. Then she kissed the rest of the women goodbye before following him over to me.

"Hi..." I greeted with a blush as I tried not to look her up and down but failed when I realized that I was staring at her rather perky and nearly perfectly formed breasts.

"They're gorgeous, aren't they?" Kenneth asked, startling me.

"What?" I blurted out in confusion.

"Her tits! She's never going to agree and can't stop complaining that they're more than a B-cup but not quite a C-cup --"

"Well it's frustrating! I can never just buy a premade bra! I have to go to a special seamstress! It's just easier to go naked, to be honest, and actually, I would stop bothering to wear a bra under my shirts if I could, but they're just a hair too big to go without a bra in public!"

"Uh..." I droned, having NO IDEA how to respond to that.

"See what I mean, but as I was saying -- or planning to say," Kenneth continued. "This is Jessica. She's absolutely in love with Shibari, so she's more than eager to be my assistant during class."

"You couldn't keep me away unless you took me upstairs and tied me to the ceiling! Oh, mmm... Will you take me upstairs and tie me to the ceiling when class is over. And then leave me there to suffer for an hour or so? I'll pay you back in any way you like..." she ended that with a sultry purr.

Kenneth grinned at her. "No problem!"

"Uh..." I droned again, feeling extremely off balance now.

Before anyone could say anything else, another naked woman ran over to us. "Oh hey! So happy to see you, Kenneth! Would you do me a favor and tie me to one of the benches in the dungeons? I want to be oh so helpless as naughty little perverts have their way with me."

I couldn't help but blurt out: "Why?! If you want people to have sex with you, just say so!"

She laughed so melodically that my heart may have melted a tiny little bit. "Where's the fun in that?!" She put her right hand over her heart and her left hand on her cheek. "If I'm tied up so much that I can't move nor resist in any way, then what if someone touches me? What if they pinch my nipples and spank my ass? What if they shove their rock hard dick in me and ram me into the bench before pulling out and making me swallow a huge load?" By her tone, she was getting more and more excited just thinking about it.

"Uh..." I'm pretty sure that my face was on fire. To the point that I would not be surprised if the fire alarm went off and the sprinkler system had to hose me down.

To my surprise, Kenneth answered her original question as if he answered it every day. "I would, Lily, but you know that if I do that, I have to stand guard or I'd lose my job, and I'm already busy."

"Aww! Maybe I can get Steve to do it!" Lily pouted before kissing Kenneth on the cheek and running off.

Kenneth wasted no more time bringing me and Jessica to his designated classroom. Then he gently patted me on the shoulder. "You okay?"

I nodded my head. "I... just... didn't expect that..."

"Fair enough," Kenneth replied with a smirk.

"Here, take a drink of water?" Jessica offered, handing me a bottle she had taken out of a small fridge in the corner of the room. I was hesitant to drink it though, because she'd already opened it and taken a big swig.

Kenneth saw my hesitation and raised a brow at me. "Don't tell me that you are still a virgin who thinks that girls have cooties!"

I blushed again and shook my head. "No! I had a girlfriend for nearly three years!"

"Sharing a water bottle isn't cheating, oh wait, you said had," Kenneth said, looking a little apologetic.

"It's just... we only broke up a couple of weeks ago, and also, with my right arm in a cast..." I overtly turned so that my left arm was closer to Jessica so that I could take the bottle from her.

"Sorry," she apologized. "I guess I somehow didn't notice your cast."

"That's okay," I demurred, looking at the bottle. It may seem silly, but sharing a water bottle with a naked woman I'd never met before seemed... oddly intimate...

She laughed softly and gave me a quick smooch on the lips. "There! Now you have no reason to feel weird about drinking from the same bottle as me."

I pressed my lips together in surprise. Then, since I really had no reason not to, I took a drink from the bottle.

"There. Better?" Jessica asked with a sympathetic smile.

"Alright," Kenneth stated before I could respond. "I can already see one problem I would never have anticipated. It's going to be harder for you to tie knots with a broken arm."

I held it up and wiggled my fingers. "Maybe, but not impossible. Um... I thought I was going to be the one tied up..."

Kenneth grinned at me in a way that made me uncomfortable. Like a wolf about ready to pounce on a sheep. "I suppose that I could tie you up, but think about it for a second. If I'm teaching you about Shibari, then I'm teaching you to DO Shibari."

"Oh. Right," I mumbled, feeling stupid.

He gestured at Jessica. "Which is why I needed an assistant. I'm going to show you how to make a basic Karada Harness, then I'll go through it with you so that you learn how to do it correctly. Sound good?"

"Yeah," I agreed, still a little embarrassed, but now actually somewhat excited to learn this new and unexpected hobby.

It really did take much longer than it probably would have if I could freely use both of my arms, but around an hour later, I understood what I was doing and could do it all on my own, with a little bit of help as needed. The only problem I had was that each time I took the harness off Jessica and practiced tying it again, her breathing got a little bit more erratic and she had started moaning at some point. Little begging whimpers that made it clear that she was turned on and about ready to jump me.

Kenneth chuckled a bit evilly, in my opinion. "You're not doing it intentionally, but you ARE giving Jessica almost exactly what she wants. She's a submissive who likes to be tied up and either left to float through subspace for a bit, or else teased and denied until she's begging for it. Do you have a begging kink? She's so good at it."

"Yes I am! I'm SO good," Jessica informed me a bit desperately. She even tugged on my left sleeve as she peered into my eyes. "Please? I'll make you feel so good. Anything you want, I'll do anything for you!"

"Um... no?" I responded uncertainly. Strangely, this seemed to make her happy. Her breath caught and she leaned in closer to me.

"Please, please, pretty pretty please? I'll get on my hands and knees for you. I'll pretend to be a cat -- OH! I know! Kenneth can tie me to myself and then set me in a sex swing so that you can pound into me for hours! Yes please!!!"

I'm pretty sure that my eyes were bugging out again as I stared at her. "Uh..."

Kenneth smirked and chuckled. "Don't feel bad if you keep telling her no. It'll just turn her on more and more until she finds someone else to finish her off."

In response, Jessica got on her hands and knees and ran her hands up and down my sides. "Please? I want it so badly. Please? You can take me in any and every way. In my mouth? Please use my mouth! In my ass? Oh God, please use my ass!"

"Whoa!" I blurted out in shock, holding my hands up in the air because if I touched her even a tiny bit, I was probably going to cum in my pants! "Wait, slow down, let me catch my breath!"

"Oh, so you're not opposed, just caught off guard," Kenneth observed.

"Y-yeah..." I mean, I HAD done my best to regard Jessica as a practice dummy, but I had ALSO just ran my hands all over her naked body for almost an hour. Parts of me were a lot less stoic than the rest of me. This seemed to catch Jessica's attention just then. She purred in delight as she brushed her hand up and down the front of my pants.

"Mmm, there it is, the part I want so badly. Please..." She looked up at me with a perfectly adorably pouty face. Then she licked her lips and lowered her gaze to where her hands were fiddling with -- but not opening -- my zipper. "Please..."

I couldn't bring myself to look at Kenneth because I'm about 500 percent sure that my face was red with a mixture of lust and embarrassment and sheer longing. Instead, I looked toward the door and discovered that another naked woman was leaning against the frame, watching us with an expression of approval and eagerness to enjoy every moment. Then I looked up at the ceiling.

"I can't believe this is happening in front of an audience..." I muttered.

"I'll leave the room if it'll make you feel better, but just remember, the rooms are open to ensure that NO ONE can abuse or break the rules, so others will probably walk by and watch for a minute or two. If you really want privacy, you'd best firmly say no and go find someone else you can take home with you," Kenneth advised.

"It's not... being watched, so much..." I murmured, still firmly looking at the ceiling and trying my best to think of math or something to calm me down. "It's just that she has me so damn close already and I'm afraid that if she so much as opens my pants, I'll cum in front of everyone and be laughed at like a loser."

Wow! That was really really honest and forthcoming of me!

Kenneth straight up laughed at me. "Don't even worry about that! I can guarantee that even if you did, it would only be the start of the fun, and by the end, everyone watching will be happy for you that you enjoyed yourself."

Not sure I could trust him, but also not able to force myself to leave the room for any reason short of a bomb going off, I took a deep breath and -- still staring at the ceiling -- unbuttoned my pants.

"Just checking real quick, but are you consenting because you want to, or because you feel like you have to?" Kenneth asked.

It took a deep breath and came out in a whisper, but I was able to admit: "Want..."

"Alright then, enjoy!" Kenneth cried out happily as he turned to leave the room.