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Yulia/any woman - bondage as geography

[(Anonymous)]

There’s a very sideways similarity between drawing the Town’s street maps and knowing how to tie someone up safely but powerfully, elevating their state of mind...

Bonus (but totally not necessary) if Yulia stays dressed the whole time.

Re: Yulia/any woman - bondage as geography - FILL

[(Anonymous)]

Yulia was good with all things mathematical. She enjoyed shapes, the angles made by several lines and the calculations that went into it. Architecture was her main interest, but she’d gotten a job in town design and she liked it well enough.

The art of deciding what lines flowed best, how to keep traffic at a minimum while still having convenient paths, the problem solving was entrancing.

When she wasn’t reading or working on equations, she would get lost in puzzles on her coffee table, each more difficult than the last. Yulia was always solving problems, whether it was lines on a map or strange shapes forming a square.

Or, like now, tying knots.

It was another puzzle, the twisting of rope around a warm body in a way that both heightened their senses and released them from the tension of the mind. It was an art she learned long ago at university, practicing while she turned over numbers in her mind. It came naturally to her, and she moved to hands on practice fairly quickly.

Her partners, grateful, enjoyed losing themselves slowly to her gentle touch and the tightening of their bonds. Yulia enjoyed being in control, bringing her partners to completion at her own pace, watching them cry out their utter devotion when she acquiesced to their pleas.

Aglaya Lilich, Inquisitor, had been one such partner. Despite her cold and demanding exterior, she was quite soft on the inside. It was hard, she had said, to be in control all the time. She wanted to relax at home, to let someone else take the reins, and so Yulia had.

It had been years, now, since Aglaya had submitted herself to her, yet here she was again, sitting naked on Yulia’s bed before her, hair untied and hung loosely around her face and across her shoulders. She seemed younger somehow with her hair down. They’d only just begun, Yulia painting the first layer on her canvas, setting up her masterpiece.

Truth be told, she’d missed the other woman. Their lives had led in differing paths, and they’d parted ways amicably, but never wrote each other like they’d promised. It was unfortunate, the circumstances that had brought them together, but Yulia wasn’t complaining. It had been a while since she’d worked her ropes around a person, and Aglaya desperately needed the distraction.

She sat still as Yulia wrapped the rope around her neck, tying a knot just below her clavicle. Yulia worked efficiently, nimble fingers tying more overhand knots down the length of the rope and Aglaya’s body.

Yulia instructed the other woman to stand, and pulled the rope between her legs, the last knot settling snugly against Aglaya’s clit. She walked around the woman as she worked from back to front, looping rope through strands on the front creating diamonds between the string of knots.

The knot placed between her breasts became the center of a cage, breasts separated and encircled by the rope. Aglaya’s breath hitched as Yulia’s gloved hands ghosted across her chest while pulling the rope just tight enough to add delicious pressure. Red blossomed across her cheeks and down her neck in splotches as easily as Yulia remembered.

“You’re as skillful as ever,” Aglaya spoke, breaking the companionable silence. “Seems you’ve learned a bit since we’ve been apart.”

Yulia hummed in acknowledgement, focusing on the crisscross of her handiwork. The mention of their distance didn’t phase her. She wasn’t doing this out of love, after all.

Aglaya had come to her the day after she’d arrived in town due to the plague, begging for some release. Well, begging was pushing it, but she hadn’t beat around the bush. There was no reason to refuse her, Yulia delighted in the art of bondage and it had been a while since she’d been intimate. Finding the other woman at her doorstep had been a relief, almost.

“I’ve got more to show you,” Yulia murmured, pulling the last of the rope through a knot on the back.

The other woman wriggled slightly in the bindings, observing the tight fit.

“You didn’t think I’d leave your arms free, did you?”

“Of course not,” Aglaya answered. “I wouldn’t want you to.”

Yulia produced another length of rope and began to form a harness around Aglaya’s thin shoulders. With the base set between her shoulder blades, Yulia began to create a latticework down the woman’s arms, four rings around her upper arms and another four along her forearms. It was a shame Aglaya couldn’t see the beautiful pattern against her back, twining her arms together.

Her work complete, Yulia touched Aglaya’s shoulder gently and pushed her back down onto the bed. She went willingly and their eyes met, the grey of her irises almost eclipsed by her pupils blown wide. Aglaya was a quiet woman, her words never approaching a shout no matter the situation. There was an intensity in her voice that required no amplification, and she spoke no more than was necessary.

However, Yulia remembered the quiet whimpers she let out when they’d had sex and wondered if they’d sound even sweeter here in the present. She had never moaned loudly, and Yulia had felt it was a great loss that she’d never gotten the woman to scream. She’d be forever chasing that high, trying to find the piece of the puzzle that would truly release her.

Perhaps it had been a while for Aglaya, as well, as her legs pressed together, rubbing at the knot there. Yulia hadn’t bound her legs, didn’t see a reason to. If she thought she’d get anywhere with the small mercy Yulia had given her, she was wrong.

It would have been strange not to kiss the woman, considering their history, and so Yulia bent down, hands placed on either side of the other woman’s shoulders, and pressed their lips together. Aglaya’s lips were rough and cracked, she’d clearly been stressed long before she’d arrived in the town.

Yulia licked along the harsh edges and Aglaya’s lips parted, granting permission. It was different, yet familiar, the way they licked into each other’s mouths, the sigh Aglaya let out as Yulia traced her tongue across the sensitive roof of her mouth.

“You’re beautiful like this, you know,” Yulia said as she pulled away.

“So are you,” Aglaya replied, eyes darting down and up again as she
surveyed Yulia’s body, fully clothed.

What Aglaya didn’t know was that there were ropes running across Yulia’s lower body, a harness that would be put to use later if things continued to go well. For now, though, she wore her usual attire, breasts bound beneath her crisp button-down shirt and vest. Dark pinstripe pants hid the garters that held up her crew length socks, feet tucked into loafers.

Yulia didn’t hate the idea of being naked, but she found that remaining clothed while her partner was bound and naked seemed to heighten the experience.

“I’m certainly not as lovely as you are,” Yulia said, gloved fingers trailing lightly down the trail ropework on Aglaya’s torso.

The leather of the gloves was cold, she knew, but that was by intention. Goosebumps rose where she touched, and the body beneath her shivered.

“You’re going to tease me, aren’t you?” Aglaya asked, already knowing the answer.

Yulia’s fingers traced along one of Aglaya’s breasts, just shy of a dusky brown nipple.

“I thought you wanted to give up control,” Yulia said. “Or did you think I did all this,” she tugged at the rope, “just to fuck you senseless the minute I was done?”

“No,” Aglaya breathed, “Not at all.”

Yulia continued to trace patterns against Aglaya’s skin, taking her time as Aglaya settled into her bonds. Her legs still hung over the side of the bed, so Yulia carefully lifted them and rearranged her on the bed. The tension had bled from her body and the limpness made her heavy, but it was nothing Yulia couldn’t handle.

She looked peaceful, dark hair spilling across the pillow her head lay on, and Yulia couldn’t help but admire her. It was almost a shame to draw it out, Yulia’s patient nature almost forgotten. But she’d promised to help Aglaya, as an old friend, to soothe her worried mind. She was going to work until Aglaya’s mind was empty, until she was crying out in pure bliss, every worry forgotten.

So Yulia continued to stroke tan skin tantalizingly close to where it was pleasurable from where she sat upon Aglaya’s hips. Yulia pressed lightly over the soft skin below her navel and she arched into the touch, rubbing herself up against Yulia’s behind.

There were some that reprimanded their bedmates for such behavior, but Yulia never cared to. Why should she punish what was clearly a sign she was doing well? Besides, she knew Aglaya wouldn’t come until she had something inside her, whether fingers or the polished leather of a toy. Yulia intended on giving her both today.

Yulia shifted backwards, allowing herself access to Aglaya’s sex. She rubbed small circles down Aglaya’s inner thighs, and carefully stroked along the crease between vulva and thigh. Aglaya’s hips rose against Yulia’s fingers, trying to get as much pressure as she could from the knot pressed against her clit.

She looked beautiful; the red flush from her cheeks had spread down to her chest which seemed to bloom under the lines of rope. Her breathing had sped up as Yulia moved closer and closer to caressing her wet folds, but her excitement was in vain as Yulia’s hands slid up to her waist instead.

It was a dance between the two of them, no words were exchanged as Aglaya begged and Yulia teased, only the lull of the familiar rhythm as Yulia waited to strike. Small huffs came from Aglaya as she grew more frantic, her shoulders betraying the way her arms strained behind her.

The goal was for Aglaya to stop thinking, worrying, to lose herself to the sensations of the world around her, and Yulia wasn’t going to touch her until she was certain Aglaya was ready to completely give up control.

After a particularly wanton thrust a soft “ah” sound left Aglaya’s lips, her first vocalization of the evening. Yulia knew it was time, now, to give in. Though she wore gloves, it was easy to feel the heat coming off of Aglaya’s skin as she finally touched the woman’s folds directly. They were shiny and pink, almost dripping, and there was a nostalgia as Yulia petted them, rolling the folds that hung longer on one side between her thumb and forefinger.

Aglaya cried out again, only incrementally louder, but it spoke volumes to Yulia. She’d spent long enough teasing the woman, so she began slowly pressing a finger inside without ceremony. Aglaya clenched around her finger immediately, and the heat seemed to envelope it.

Yulia smirked, though the other woman’s eyes weren’t open to see it. Aglaya’s hips rocked against Yulia’s finger desperately, as though she thought it was all she would get that night. Curious, Yulia refrained from adding more and simply pressed the heel of her hand against the knot there, adding pressure onto Aglaya’s clit.

Sweat beaded across Aglaya’s forehead, her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. Each thrust seemed to bring another sound to her lips, still quiet, like a prayer. Yulia crooked her finger up, pressing where she remembered the woman had liked in the past.

The reaction was almost instantaneous, Aglaya threw her head back against the pillow as her back arched, no support from her bound arms.

“Right there,” she whispered hoarsely before her body tensed, taut like a
bowstring as Yulia continued to prod gently at the spot inside of her.

Yulia repressed the urge to stroke the woman’s face as she would have long ago, and simply rubbed circles with the thumb of her free hand above Aglaya’s hip instead. Another night she would have professed her love anew, let sweet nothings flow from her lips as coaxed her through orgasms. But this was different. A favor between friends.

Re: Yulia/any woman - bondage as geography - FILL Pt. 2

[(Anonymous)]

“It’s been a while for you, hasn’t it,” Yulia said, tone solemn but her
face belied the humor.

Aglaya laughed, not offended in the slightest. “I’ve been busy, you know. Duty before indulgence and all that.”

She was a sight to behold, Yulia thought. The slight crinkle at the corner of her eyes as she smiled was new, and there were streaks of silver in her dark hair though she was far too young for that. Yulia wondered if it was the stress of her job.

Stress was why Aglaya was there, after all, and it wouldn’t do to have her mention work during all of this, even in passing.

Yulia eased her finger out of Aglaya before replacing it with two, stretching gently as the woman relaxed back into the mattress. She worked Aglaya open meticulously; the two strands of rope there laid on either side of her entrance. Aglaya’s clit was likely sensitive from her climax, so Yulia left it well alone as she added another finger, twisting her wrist as she stretched her fingers open and closed.

Aglaya moaned quietly but didn’t thrust her hips, no longer desperate. It was better this way, to not rush the main event. Yulia wanted Aglaya as thoroughly fucked as possible.

Soon it seemed that Aglaya was ready, if her restless hips were any indication. Yulia pulled away to rummage through the drawer of her bedside table, setting a vial of oil and a modestly sized dildo with a flared base on the table.

“Give me just a moment,” Yulia said, and carded a hand through the other woman’s dark hair, a small indulgence she allowed herself.

Yulia turned around, facing away from Aglaya as she unbuttoned her trousers. Rope wrapped around her pelvis, a harness holding a metal ring close to her body. She reached back for the dildo, and pulled the ring away from her, enough give for the dildo to slip up and through the ring, flared base resting against Yulia’s pelvis.

She buttoned her trousers back up around it, still fully clothed. Yulia turned back around to see Aglaya had been watching her, grey eyes trained on her waist. Yulia climbed back into the bed and settled back onto her haunches.

“Let’s get you up,” Yulia murmured, and used strong hands to guide Aglaya up into a sitting position.

The woman looked at her questioningly as Yulia continued to maneuver her off the bed and into a kneeling position on the floor. She reached for a pillow off of the bed and settled it under Aglaya’s knees. This would only take a moment, but it wasn’t meant to be uncomfortable.

“I’d like it if you’d suck my cock, darling,” Yulia said, taking herself in hand.

Aglaya eyed it for a moment longer before nodding, “Alright, though I can’t say I’ve gained much experience in that arena.”

Yulia rolled her eyes. When Aglaya had said she was busy lately with work, she must’ve meant she’d been busy for sex at all the past several years since they’d broken up.

“I just want to watch your face,” Yulia admitted.

The woman gave a bemused smile and leaned forward open mouthed. There wasn’t much stimulation in the action itself, the way Aglaya’s pink tongue darted out to lick the head of the dark leather before taking it in her mouth, wet trails left behind as she moved backwards and forwards, but god did she look beautiful doing it.

Yulia’s breath hitched just watching, underwear beginning to feel damp. She wouldn’t cum from fucking Aglaya like this, but she’d keep the memory of the way the woman looked up at her as she positively slurped on the dildo. It was obscene, the things she did, and Yulia knew she’d be touching herself to the thought for many nights to come.

Curiosity sated, she helped Aglaya back into the bed, her shoulders certainly sore by now. Yulia remembered that Aglaya had mentioned she enjoyed the ache, the reminder of what they’d done. Now she wondered what the reminder of tonight would be like, if it would be a good memory or an embarrassing one. She wasn’t quite sure what she would think of it come morning either.

The cork of the vial popped open, and Yulia poured a generous amount of oil into her hand before coating the dildo with it. She’d left Aglaya’s legs unbound so she’d be able to spread them comfortably. There wasn’t much of a point in the bindings if they made the sex difficult. Yulia was pragmatic, after all.

She locked eyes with Aglaya, judging her expression as she had in the past, and took hold of her length, guiding it in slowly. Aglaya inhaled sharply but didn’t move, simply let Yulia push in. Yulia waited for a moment, letting the other woman adjust before pulling out and giving a gentle thrust.

Yulia wasn’t exactly an expert at the act, she’d only figured out the harness fairly recently and hadn’t had the chance to practice much. But she was always solving puzzles, and it was only a matter of time before she’d have Aglaya writhing in the sheets once again.

Her pace quickened as Aglaya began bucking her hips to meet Yulia’s thrusts, shoulders digging into the mattress as she did. The woman was a picture in rope, eyes clenched shut and mouth hanging open, small moans rising in a crescendo as their bodies moved together.

Yulia leaned forward to brace herself, a hand on the mattress beside Aglaya and another rested on her breast. Finally, Yulia pinched her nipple and Aglaya let out a short cry, the loudest sound thus far. The headboard clacked against the wall, Aglaya writhed in the sheets, straining at the bonds keeping her arms behind her. She seemed to be looking for something to grasp at, but she couldn’t reach out.

Head hanging low with the effort, Yulia found the spot she’d found earlier with her finger and angled herself to hit it relentlessly. Aglaya keened, her head shaking back and forth at the overwhelming sensation, pleas beginning to spill from her lips.

There was the dull sound of flesh meeting flesh as Yulia thrusted from tip to hilt, pressing into the knot over Aglaya’s clit each time her length was sheathed. And each time, Yulia was rewarded with a cry. She wished she’d figured the harness out years ago, but all she could do now was savor the moment as it happened.

Time seemed to have stopped, as if the only thing in the world that mattered were the small noises around them, the heat in the air, the sweat dripping down Yulia’s forehead onto Aglaya’s chest, the way she leaned forward to capture Aglaya’s lips in a desperate kiss.

It was too hard to pretend there had been nothing between them, too callous. Yulia kissed recklessly, earnestly, her heart on her sleeve. They were bound together in some way, somehow, it was pointless to act as though they weren’t.

The kiss was sloppy, unlike the sharp precision of Yulia’s hips, and they breathed harshly into each other’s mouths, hardly concerned about technique.

The moment had to end sometime, though, and Aglaya let out a sharp cry that signaled her orgasm. She strained once more against the bonds and flung a leg around Yulia’s hip as if to grab hold of her that way. Yulia thrust slowly through her orgasm, a hand rubbing gently over her clit.

Yulia pulled out gingerly once Aglaya’s leg relaxed and flopped back onto the bed. She looked boneless, eyes closed and body sinking into the mattress. Her hair was an absolute mess, and Yulia felt as though she were really seeing the woman for the first time.

She shimmied her trousers down enough to undo the knots around her waist, freeing herself of the harness. Her shirt was soaked with sweat, but she was too tired now to bother with removing her clothes and chose to flop onto the bed next to Aglaya, instead.

They laid together in silence, not having spoken much through the whole affair. After some time Aglaya spoke, ready to be released from her own ropes. Yulia worked quickly, loosing the knot at her back and slipping the ropes back through the shapes they’d made earlier.

“I missed this,” Yulia said as she worked. “I missed you.”

Aglaya cracked open one tired eye, and Yulia felt naked now as the woman assessed her.

“I know,” she said simply, and went limp, sleep having already claimed her.