“Now this painting, this is a pleasure my pet. A memento mori.”

“Sir?”

“It means a reminder of one’s own mortality my pet. The inscription on the tomb says “et in Arcadia ego vixi” or “I too lived in Arcadia”, a reminder we are all young once and a memory of what one learned back then. ”

“It is indeed interesting Sir”.

Pet was only half listening, watching the far away look in his eye and distracted by the tightly bound rope wrapped around her body and a knot strategically placed against her clit. A trip to the gallery he had suggested. Instructions to arrive in a summer dress of his choosing, no panties. She remembered standing in the dungeon, wall to wall carpeting of a deep burgundy color, kneeling, head down.

“Undress and present pet”.

Stripped naked, he had wrapped her up in a fine black silk rope, tightly bound and teased. He’d brought her to the edge of orgasm at least five times before they had left the house. Walking through the gallery was intense, every movement causing her to become more and more aroused. Trying to concentrate on everything Sir was explaining to her. An hour had passsed. They had looked at countless paintings, but most had become a blur to her. The intensity of the knot rubbing against her now rather engorged clit had become her focus.

The gallery was practically deserted, outside rain pelted down angrliy. No one ventured out on days like this. He enjoyed the quiet and the absence of so many people. The sound of raindrops echoing off the roof of the gallery and tapping against the window panes muffled noise inside. He pushed her into a darkened corner of a smaller room they had wandered into and placed a firm hand on the knot of rope and rubbed it up and down, up and down. He smothered her mouth with his, rubbing harder and harder. He could feel her hips pushing against the pressure of his hand. Slipping a finger inside her cunt he smiled as he felt a familiar wet warmth.

The added sensations made her knees buckle, leaning into him. A moan arising from her lips. She could feel it building. The continued teasing from this morning and the past hour had her teetering on the edge.  The added risk of being caught sent her over the edge. Her body stiffened as the orgasm raged over her, the rope tightening and adding to the sensations, his mouth still covering her to stifle the moans. A gush of wetness covered his hands and made it’s way down her thighs. Her cheeks turning a bright red.

They stood there leaning against the wall for a while, both listening to her breathing return to normal. Any slight movement on her behalf would cause her knees to buckle as that confounded knot teased her again. The rain had stopped and she could see sunshine peering through the clouds outside.

“Good girl. Now lets get your coat and go for a little walk shall we since the rain has stopped”

“Sir I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can walk without coming again.”

“Well then perhaps I better get my umbrella out. Just incase there’s another downpour”

Chuckling and wiping his hand with a handkerchief, he winked. He took her by the arm and headed towards the foyer. Her cheeks turning a brighter shade of red as another wet stream trickled down her legs.

“Let’s go pet, life is short.”