The lighting was subdued, the main lights were all turned off, only the varied artistic table lamps and standing lights illuminated the room. It was dusk, just past a beautiful sunset that had crowned a marvellous meal. Three courses would be seen as extravagant for most, especially for a meal at home, but the restrained portions had added up to something worthy of the more elite restaurants in the cities old quarter. Cheerielee dabbed the last specks of sauce from the plate with the final crumb of cake. Took the morsel and savoured the fleeting taste on last time. “That was magnificent Rarity. You’ve outdone yourself tonight.”

“Oh, it would be gauche of me to say anything about it now darling.” Rarity smiled, setting her own cutlery down. “I would like to claim it was nothing, but as I made it for you, well… You are most certainly not. To sing praises would be impolite boasting.” She realised she was wittering and stopped herself with a laugh. “See how flustered you still make me ‘Lee?”
Cheerielee smiled and simply gazed at the blue eyes that so often entranced her. “You are just the most generous soul I’ve ever met. I’m glad we were able to stay together, despite my ah, tastes.”

“Really love, that most certainly is not a problem. You do know how much I enjoy it.” AS they had been speaking the last light of day had withdrawn, it wasn’t late but Rarity had plans that while they required the privacy of night would and could certainly commence sooner rather than later. “Speaking of dearest, you are staying the night tonight?” An affirmative nod answered that, “In that case… Might I get a chance to play with the box tonight?” Rarity shot a coy look and fiddled with a strand of her hair.

Cheerielee halted any and all movement. “Of course.” Was her breathless reply. Her pulse began to speed up a little with excitement. Rarity noticed the change in atmosphere and chuckled a little evilly.

“I’ll just load the dishwasher, you go get comfortable in the room, I’ll be right up.” It was a teasing sing-song voice Cheerielee nearly groaned at that but managed to maintain some decorum and walked through the well-appointed apartment to the bedroom. When she was sure her lover was out of earshot, Rarity chuckled and made a great show and noise about loading up their used plates.

When she joined Cheerielee in the bedroom, the teacher was already in her robe, reading one of the light novels oh so nonchalantly. “Finished already love?” was her casual reply. Rarity really wanted to fume but it would be impossible. Besides, she caught site of the box removed from its hiding place and ready for use.

“My, she certainly is eager.” Rarity thought, equally casually undressing as she made her way through the room to join her partner on her grand four poster bed. With a click the box opened once more and she withdrew a strip of fabric. “Ready darling?”

“More than ever Rare, let’s see how well you’ve learned…”

The box had been used plenty of times since that first night Rarity had allowed it. Not every time, they certainly enjoyed evenings and nights, even mornings and afternoons without the box but every once in a while a simple gesture was all that was needed for them to agree on a more interesting experience. Along the way Rarity had been learning the ropes herself (by her own admission, a terrible pun) but this was the first time she would take the lead.

Rarity secured the blindfold and gently tugged Cheerielee’s robe clear. “Now just relax ‘Lee, I have had excellent instruction.” Her lover did as bidden and allowed herself to be lain in the centre of the bed. There was some shuffling and more wooden clunks from the box. Cheerielee let her mind wander.

Trust was at the heart of anything like this, just as Rarity had discovered. So much so that this was her first relationship since her first, in which the entire concept of restraint had been introduced to her, that she had allowed herself to be submissive. Strangely, thinking to that relationship didn’t bring the usual rush of despair and betrayal it always used to. Dismissing it from her mind she drifted on to focusing on the experience.

With her lover’s eyes covered Rarity could grin to her heart’s content. She had been a little less than honest with her “learning” from Cheerielee. Certainly this would be a major issue in some other area but hopefully it would be so appreciated that all would be forgiven. Rarity enjoyed being restrained as she always was, she knew Cheerielee was more interested in her front, to be blunt. She, on the other hand found all of her lover to be heaven sent. There was no way any restraining she was about to do would conceal that perfect butt. She could write sonnets about that curved rear, the number of times she was designing only to realise the dress she had drawn was made to send cascades of fabric off that goddess like pair of buttocks. Biting her lip to control herself, Rarity began to thread the ropes about the plaint form on the bed.
Cheerielee gasped, pulled from her reverie by an unexpected but no unwanted caress over her butt. “You do like my ass don’t you.” She joked, seceding into recollection again. Rarity grinned unseen. The rope she was using was longer that the other. Her plans demanded it. There were two things Cheerielee didn’t know all the details of. Another rope was moved into place, virtually matching her own manner of restraint.

One thing Cheerielee did not know was Rarity’s education in anatomy, not simple life drawing classes in art school, oh no. A full and accredited course on the human body, it had been a bequest from a great grandparent, for at least one of their relatives to learn in detail anything that wasn’t some “High falutin artsy thing”. She had seized the chance and learned man interesting things, knowledge that gave her fashion designing a definite edge. Also, she knew precisely what Cheerielee’s body could take, from their own experiments and that useful minor from college.

The second thing her willing lover did not know was Rarity’s experience with rigging. To be fair, no one but her uncle and aunt had any idea. As a teenager, one summer when her mother had been sick and her father distraught, Rarity had been sent to stay with her maternal uncle. Uncle Sail lived on and ran a Tall Ship with his wife Seafoam. The boat had been a beauty and she had thoroughly enjoyed learning and helping on that ship. As she threaded the last of the rope into place Rarity mused for a moment on maybe taking Cheerielee to a holiday on the boat. Checking the elaborate web one last time Rarity fetched the gag. “Ready my love?”

“So very very ready Rare. You have no idea.” Cheerielie’s voice wavered, excitement was building in her already.
“Hush now dear. We’ll begin shortly.” Rarity put the finishing touch in its place and sat back to admire her work. Then with a steady hand she pulled a seemingly random bundle of the rope. Carefully the tied body was pulled from the bed, all the while arms and legs kept taught but painless. As she reached three or four hands above the quilt Rarity tied the loose end off, watching intently at the barest quiver and slight whimper of arousal from her lover.

Cheerielee was in the most agonisingly wonderful ecstasy she had ever felt. Excitement and lust rushed about her body from toe-tip to her fingernails. Rarity was a genius, the ropes held her in place with no slack but there was no pain. Just a rush, like the moment a rollercoaster threw you down a slope or the point in a bungee jump when everything is still. Her arms and legs sang out with the enjoyable sensation of stretching to the threshold of their limits. Having a body tied beneath her was a balm, this was near mind-blanking bliss.

Rarity gently pushed the pale pink hair back over the headboard to keep it from catching painfully. It would not do to hurt her love, pain this time was for pleasure after all. Taking her cue from their usual routine Rarity traced each line of the rope, tarrying at particularly favoured spots along the way. She kept note of Cheerielee’s breathing, the steady rhythm holding at what she knew to be mid-way on the scale. “Time to have some fun…” She thought wickedly.

“She is such a tease!” Cheerielee wanted to groan, to urge the deft touches to maintain or move on but she was at the mercy of Rarity, she was a generous soul but still an unholy tease.

“Oh, that bottom of yours.” Rarity said as she reached her favourite set of curves. She held herself so they were cheek to *ahem* cheek, her fringe tickling the small of Cheerilee’ back. A smothered groan came in reply and Rarity laid a gentle kiss in recompense. “I know, I know. I’m incorrigible aren’t I. Just let me have this moment.” She gave a mischievous bite and heard a barely contained gasp of enjoyment.

Lips, tongue, teeth and a single hand gave great pleasure to her love, whose body bucked and pulled in it bonds over the course of the evening. Soon Cheerielee was wondering just how much longer she could take before full exhaustion set in. As more tremors of pleasure spiked through her she noticed that she was lying on the bed again. Excitement built up again as a pair of thighs positioned either side of her body and a familiar sensation began to build under the pressure of her lovers entire self.

Rarity screamed in triumph and fell against Cheerielee, shaking hands pulled free the gag. They both lay in silence, trembling and gasping. “Rarity…” Cheerielee gasped.

“Y-yes ‘Lee…” was the breathless reply.

“Marry me.”

“Ask me in the morning”

“I mean it, that was incredible. I need to spend the rest of my life with you. Forever.”

She cut herself off with a yawn which was mirrored by Rarity. “Let me loose these a little.” She deftly tweaked an anonymous area of the ropes, releasing the bindings. “Lets… lets sort all this out tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

They kissed deeply and almost at once fell asleep.