Very Interesting

Without a thread of clothes on my body, not even my living collar, I crawl onto the bed. The rope and wood creaks beneath the mattress as I lower myself into a deep Worship pose. On my knees with my head touching the bed and my hands outstretched toward my Lady I enter a deep Bow position, the it is with my mouth it transitions from Bow to Worship.

“My Lady! My goddess! I am unworthy of you. You are my Mistress and my owner. Please, my Lady, spare this **** a glance and make my heart sing your praises.” Never daring to look upon her directly I continue to grovel and beg like the lowly creature I was in comparison to her greatness. Rosa sits on the edge of the bed, continuing to study her new rope, as she ‘ignores’ me and my pitiable pleas for attention. Despite her above it all act I can feel the occasional whoosh of cold against my flesh as Rosa cannot help but steal a peek of my nude and near prostrate body.

Worship was not a command Rosa used often on Cassie and I. I could count on just one hand the times she’d used it beyond our pose practice. After a few days on the road where she had been made to feel helpless, though today she’d been invaluable negotiating with the fisherman and the captain, I think Rosa needed to be reminded of her goddess status and her Lady-sized ego needed a healthy helping of nourishment. I was only too happy to provide for her needs. Even more importantly this was a powerful way to get us both into the mindset of Lady and boy. Early on in our relationship her exotic beauty and mannerisms had put her so high upon a pedestal for the virginal farm boy who had bought her that no reminder was needed. Back then I literally saw her as some sort of Egyptian demigod walking among us mere mortals. After all our months together and all our varied experiences, both mundane and ****, I now saw Rosa as the flawed and precious person that she was. When she had first claimed me I felt her control was something inherent in her, something I was helpless to resist, that helplessness seeming so exciting at the time, but now I understood our power play as the true partnership that it was. I worshiped because I chose to freely and with my whole heart, and that made it so much more meaningful. Though pedestal might not be quite so high my worship for her had deepened into something healthier and more lasting.

As a reward for my praise her tail creeps ever closer. “My Lady, may I kiss your tail? Please! I would give anything for just a kiss.”

“Mmm.” She hums, pretending to be disinterested. “I suppose.”

“Thank you, my Lady! Thank you.” With that I begin to kiss and nuzzle at the tip of her tail, pouring all of my love and devotion onto this tiny part of her through my lips.

“Good boy.” She pets my hair with her tail. “Your Lady feels properly worshiped. You may Kneel.”

My soul swelling with joy at her praise I sit up for her proudly into a perfect Kneel pose. My shoulders square, hands on my knees, I look at my Lady as she continues to examine her new toy. She drops the majority of the rope onto the bed between us as she holds just one end in her petite hands. With a deftness that revealed her long experience and affinity for rope work she ties a swift knot, unties it, then ties another type before untying that one too. She tilts her head, slapping the tip of the rope against her palm as she pondered.

Her eyes suddenly widen as her fanged smile spreads, a little giggle escaping her. “I got you!” Before I could ask what it was she ‘got’ I see that shimmer I’d noticed before when she was touching it sparkle a bit brighter at the end she was touching. Holding it out in front of her she slowly draws her gripped hand down the rope horizontally. I watch as, miraculously, the tip of the rope remains where it was even as her hand pulled half a foot and then a full foot back. The red length, once so supple, remained rigid between where she held it and the end. “My goodness. Isn’t this interesting.”

“You can…move it?” I ask.

“No.” She shakes her head. “The opposite. I can NOT move it. I can make it remain still.”

Sliding her hand back her eyes narrow with concentration and the one foot length that had been rigid goes slack once more, slumping flaccidly as it should. She forms a loop at the end and tries again, this time keeping her hand still as she makes the bent rope hang solidly as if it a bent rod of copper. Slowly she pulls her hand away from the rope, eyes blazing with intense concentration, and I watch in awe as the loop remains magically suspended in mid-air. Her fingers curled suddenly splay wide and straight as she releases the magic and the end of the rope drops to the bed.

“Very interesting!”

Rosa’s eyes dart to the coiled mass of the rest of the item. Picking the whole bundle up she holds it out between us. I watch those twinkling golden sparkles dapple through the rope before she pauses…then pulls her hand away. The full coil of rope remains hovering exactly where she had left it. It wasn’t held from either above or below, it simply hung there in the open air like the moon in the sky!

“My boy, try to move it.”

“Is it…safe?”

Without pulling her focus from the rope she smirks. “Do you honestly think I’d ask my beautiful man to touch it if it wasn’t? I can really see it now. I can feel it. The magic is strong but simple. There’s no mysteries with this little treasure, only possibilities.”

“Sorry, my Lady. Of course.”

Reaching out I take a grip of the coil of red rope and give it hard pull. The bed scrapes against the floor as the legs are dragged a couple of inches toward the door. The rope itself did not budge! Rubbing my hands together I then grab it again with both of them and PUSH against it with all my strength. I am jostled as the bed is **** back again and clunks against the wall. The rope remains unperturbed and unmoved. It was like pushing against a tree trunk. While Rosa eyes remain focused on the rope I push, I pull, I twist and yank. I try moving the whole coil and I try prying out one of the ends. No matter how I came at it or what I tried the rope remained suspended and stationary.

“I cannot move it, my Lady!” I say at last as I return to Kneel.

The rope goes slack and hits the bed with a thump as Rosa blinks her eyes. Running her slender fingers over it she purrs. “I think I we might find some uses for this, don’t you my love?”