The Phoenix in a Foreign Labyrinth

Chapter 7 – Kinbaku

Each morning, Yune would help Alice dress. In keeping with the fashion, Alice now wore a corset, and Yune would tighten it for her. Yune could never understand how someone could wear something so uncomfortable all day long, but Alice said that it was bearable once one was used to it. One morning, Yune said to Alice, ‘Today, mistress, you shall wear a “Japanese corset”!’

‘A Japanese corset? Is there really such a thing?’ inquired Alice.

‘It’s called a karada,’ replied Yune, ‘a garment made of rope, which I shall form around your body using the rope-tying art of kinbaku,’ and with that, she produced a considerable length of white cotton rope.

Yune first doubled the rope over, and then asked Alice to stand naked before her. She passed the far end of the rope in a loop over Alice’s head and around her neck, and then knotted it just below her throat. Having passed it around Alice’s back and then to the front again, Yune separated the two halves of the doubled rope so that one went over the top of Alice’s ample breasts and the other underneath them. She then tied another knot between Alice’s breasts, this time rather more tightly.

And so she proceeded down Alice’s body, wrapping the rope many times around her waist and knotting it very tightly each time so as to have the same effect as a corset. Having reached the top of Alice’s hips, Yune tied one small knot in the remaining length of rope and then passed it down from the front under Alice’s crotch and up again at the back. She pulled the rope up from behind slowly but firmly so it sank deeply into the cleft of Alice’s pussy and secured it with one final knot in the small of her back.

‘Your karada is completed, mistress,’ said Yune proudly. Alice started to walk towards the gilded mirror that stood in the corner of the room so she could see Yune’s handiwork more clearly, but she then realised that the small knot Yune had tied before passing the rope underneath her was now resting directly on her clitty, and rubbed deliciously against it every time she moved.

‘Oh Yune!’ she exclaimed, smiling. ‘How ever shall I get through the day if I come every time I walk anywhere?’

‘But mistress, I thought we would take a picnic and go for a nice long stroll together through the woods at the Bois de Boulogne this morning,’ replied Yune mischievously.

So that is exactly what they did. Alice’s carriage took them there, and they walked slowly through the cool, wooded glades, pausing every now and again for Alice to rest against a tree while her body quivered with its next orgasm.

On their return, Yune untied Alice, now exhausted by her countless climaxes, and carefully and lovingly applied soothing oils to her delicate, sensitive skin, which was by now criss-crossed with red welts. Despite these, Alice asked Yune if she would make a karada for her again, but having seen its effect, she declined, afraid that it might cause permanent damage to Alice’s tender skin and mar its beauty. And besides, she felt a little jealous of the karada, so the next time they went walking in the woods, Yune took it upon herself to provide her mistress with an ample amount of orgasms.