Something iv had for a while that I like the idea of. Hope I expressed it effectively so you also enjoy it. Incase you haven't noticed I also like writing stories sometimes, so I will post em in my blog sometimes. I hope iencompassed all i wanted to for this idea/story.
Includes some shibari/bonage and debatably flirting
you enter the workshop(practically their home) of a professional tailer who is also a witch capable of telekinesis, to get some order filled in that your job asked of you. You see her at a workstation toiling away on something beyond you, while fabrics, needs and such fly all around, a distance away from you, everywhere.
"Ah you must be the one sent to place the order with me today."
The paper floats from your hand to hers as she reads it before putting it aside. Youv heard of witches, and she did not disappointed. You think it's time to leave now, before she says
"Yep, il start making it. You needn't go, it's a quick thing really, best just wait here 15 to 25 ish minutes."
So you sit at a stool(or couch) near the center of the room, looking around the hectic, yet to her organised room. So busy, so many materials flying all around as if each a mind of their own in doing what they need to help her work. You wonder how skilled she must be to do it all either magic herself, splitting her attention so much for efficency.
Your snapped from your thoughts you started to get lost in, as you feel that as she speeds up, the floating objects float closer to you subtly, while others are layer near you when their not needed anymore. What really gets a reaction is a piece of fabric, a line of pretty red, ready to be cut or used, that floats up to the skin of your right leg exposed and slowly wraps around it. It felt quite smooth and light, and only a little ticklish, you could almost forget its there, but you feld you had to mention it to her. She simply said in return.
"Oh hush, don't mind it. Is it of such major inconvenience for you? Its just some silk that's not currently needed resting."
She sounded so sure your protests fell silent. She wasn't wrong exactly.. you sat still letting the ribbon/fabric slowly twirl around your right leg circling a few times. The sensation only relaxing while your mind felt slightly alert. The faint twitch you gave when you felt a shiver from it brushing up against you only seemed to encourage it further. Another line of fabric stopped floating and went limp, conveniently landing on your shoulder lazily, yet ever so perfectly. When your breath briefly hitched you'd swear you felt a twitch from the fabric on your leg, now 30% of the way to your knee. You spoke up, your mind trying to get back to a sense of normalcy.
"perhaps it's best I simply wait outside, I'm sure il find something to do until your done."
You try to play it off lighthearted and casual with a brief smile. The ribbon of on your leg tightens, it's restraining though your also so caught up in that fact you barly notice how it feels no worse than before, just as soft and silky and sooth causing no further discomfort beyond keeping you in place. It speeds up, reaching your ankle by now, you can't tell how many times it looped around by now between 4 to 16 times.
"No no no no no, there's no need. It'll only be a bit. Just sit, and watch. Your in my workshop, so best not disturb me by walking around."
Feeling restrained both physically, and feeling staying would be the least socially akwakrd thing you could do, you do as she said and simply sit. After a beat and calming down you noticed the ribbon on your shoulder had slipped down under your clothes through your neck hole, you barly felt it. Was that gravity or..
You noticed another ribbon between you and the backrest, before it pressed into your back like a massage with more force than you expected possible for a piece of cloth, making your bones make the same sounds you knew well from stretching after work.
"Your posture is all wrong. Tch, we can't have that."
You apologise knowing that sitting at a desk so much would of course cause this. You poorly hold back any unprofessional sounds as the ribbon behind you and the one on your shoulder and a new ribbon (this time in blue unlike the others) on your other shoulder all start pressing in to your tense muscles.
Wait, you think as you notice the red ribbon on your right leg is up to your thigh, the red ribbon on your right shoulder down to your chest while also covering much of your shoulder, the one you can't see on your back having gone under your short and hoodie to press into your back directly.
You hardly noticed that you stopped paying attention to everything else around you. Including that the tailer witch had paused her busy work (perhaps a break? You suppose everyone gets those) and had walked up to you, though not quite in sight for you attention until she spoke drawing your attention, her keen sharp eye and calm expression you could hardly read sending a small chill down your spine. The rest of the room seemed to fade away just a bit more.
"You know, it truly is a shame how limited people's imagination is with bondage. Restraining is easy, childsplay really, but it could be so much more."
Now without shame the ribbons travel more across your body, weaving under your clothes like their not even a obstacle at all. They travel across confidently, with only the faint tingles on your skin and the shuffling of your clothes to guide your understanding of what they were doing underneath out of sight. Your posture slightly pushed as the one of your right leg and shoulder interconnected then tightened and did something (made the same bow you'd tie atop a gift. The ribbons even wrapped the same way you would a gift, leaning to 1 side vertically and horizontally in straight lines before adding the bow where they interconnect), that mixed with the bow behind you made you arch into proper straight posture you wanted yet never could keep at for long. The blue ribbon has moved from 1 shoulder to the other, and for each side reaching up to its hand, it was quite the contrast to the red, your gaze briefly distracted by it sparkling before you shook your head. Did you even notice you stopped moving an inch? Well of course you did, you wouldn't want to disturb the work, now would you?
"I did ask for just anybody to come here. Am I correct that you see the value in this?"
You did. You spoke quietly of what you thought of it. She didn't hesitate to show excitement and only expand further on what you said once she confirmed you shared her interest, the first happy smile you've seen so far from her.
"Yes! It's not just shibari or bondage no no no no, it's art. Your hardly actually bound, all but 1 are using practically no force, but you feel bound. Because you know it'd be quite rude to break all this effort by doing so, hehe. I can add colour, patterns with meaning across like one would for clothes. There's so much here unexplored! The best anyone can give me is "it binds people in place" haha. Ah.."
All the ribbons and fabrics in the room which are floating and not limp seem focused on you, eagerly speeding up the work. You shiver as the one on your back matches your spine as it slithers up like a tentacle or snakes body until it wraps around your neck like a collar, finally letting you catch a glimpse of its colour: a intimate purple. Before you knew it lots more ribbons came to you as you sat still. Every hole of your clothes went through with ease. The ribbons increasingly overlapping each other, even while each of them provided little pressure that you could easily force through, you noticed that became less true as now any movement would lead to pulling on so many at once it created practical bondage even without force. The witches grin excited as her focus is on her work. Somehow more and more ribbons still never feel overwhelming. You remain as calm as you reasonably can be in this situation, and ask her how that one ribbon was so strong curiously.
"Oh well like most of these are just ribbons, I have some.. fun, ones that are heavier, with filling that means I have manipulate them to be both as gentle as normal ribbons or as restraining as iron when moved with my magic. Isn't that wonderful?"
You nod and slight slightly. The witch almost laughs, remembering the more freaked our reactions she was so used to, even after assurances and explainations and so much given. You 2 seemed to be on the same page, sharing an interest through demonstration, not scary, not a threat, not sexual, just collaborative art.
you relaxed. Your breathing easy. You could shift a bit without issue, though allways catious not to mess much up. It all felt so well done, so intricate. A loop there, some ribbons going from one end of your body to the other, feeling like every move and decision of the path choosen was made for a reason, your clothes in the middle of all the ribbons going in and out all over practically wrapping around your clothes as much as you yourself, the bows and designs. The fact it all felt so soft and comfortable also probably contributed to your relaxed state. So many of them felt so intimate: one tangles through your hair like it belonged there, some stopping where your heart was in your chest, none feeling shame at exploring your body (and either did you, you admitted to yourself with a hint of embarrassment). Perhaps it would of felt less intimate if you didn't feel seeing so many signs that made it feel like the ribbons had a mind of their own or acted alive or curious or adventurous, as if each their own personality as they did the witches work, or if they didnt fit so damn perfectly around ever bump of your body like they knew your body better than you did. The blue sparkly ribbon had wrapped around 1 finger on both your hands, further wrapping you up in a way that would mean while you can shift around it'd be a fool's choice to try to stand and walk. You lost track of how many times they overlapped In ways that meant even small movements pulled on so many indirectly at once.
.. eventually after so many parts of you were traced and the making of art slowed down so as not to overdue it, it became calm. A silent room with 2 smiles and pleased minds as all else was forgotten for a few minutes.
Eventually, she wanting to not ruin her artwork just yet simply returned to making the order now that her break was done. You sat patiently enjoying the ribbons around you even as most stilled, yet so interconnected they didn't fall off.
Eventually, with the ease of someone practiced (on herself mabye you thought briefly?) She undid them all after letting you try (and fail) to stand up where wrapped up. You took the order and left, she seemed so much more tranquil now.
You wondered when you would see or visit her again, and what the excuse would be.
Hope you enjoyed. Do tell of you liked it or if I'm being too wierd/kinky/explicit, not used to sharing my writing so much. (Wonder what it says about me that I wrote so many intimate stories aren't sexual to me in a way I don't think is normal)
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