"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this to you, Blake says, a smile audible in her voice.
"I'd say about five months. Whenever initiation was?" Yang smirks.
"Ok, maybe you did know. Still, to think I'd A. be doing it, and B. that's what you're into? God, polyamory is HEAVEN."
"Seeing that weapon of yours MIGHT have awoken something in me." Yang looks at you and gives a sweet, genuine smile. "As did you… in the ring. When you…" Yang hesitates, glancing at Blake.
"Oh, did I miss something?" Blake teases.
"Yang's just embarrassed to say I beat her in spar," you say, knowing it will drive Yang up the wall.
"Hey! I told you to keep quiet about that!" Yang starts turning red. It's another of those rare times you've seen her genuinely embarrassed and flustered. "You didn't have to say anything, you know."
"You brought it up," you point out. You grab Yang's chin, playfully wiggle it, the give her a quick kiss on those nose, earning forgiveness. "She got embarrassed when I said she was beautiful."
Yang puffs out her cheeks and pouts. "Shut up."
"And then I pinned her to the mat and she lost the will to fight."
"Asshole."
Man, teasing Yang, while probably incredibly dangerous, is incredibly satisfying.
"The great and mighty Yang Xiao Long, beaten by compliments? And getting turned on by it? The world truly is full of surprises."
"Changed my mind, I'm going to the gym. Y'all two can screw off and screw each other."
Blake's presence immediately shifts to sultry. "Don't be such a brat, Yang." She steps closer to the blonde, making her scoot back in her seat. Already in a sub-mood, Yang shuts up and lets Blake take the pace. "You are not going to take this from me, understand?"
Though Yang says, "Fine," she clearly accepts her place beneath you and Blake. Seeing her so weak-willed was thrilling after always knowing her as the one in charge. For all her grandstanding, Yang liked it when people took control of her, and today's game would leave her helpless.
"There's a good girl," you say, taking your shot at standing above Yang. She continues her bratty behavior. "Now just sit back and let us do the work."
Yang continues to pout, but can't help but smile. "Remember, you gotta be TIGHT. I'm me, after all." She flexes, straining the tight white crop top she was wearing.
Blake holds up a long black ribbon and stretches it taut. "Don't worry. These are Dust treated. If they can hold up my weight while swinging, they can make sure you're wrapped up all nice and tight."
"Sploosh."
"Don't get ahead of yourself just yet."
Yang giggles and sits forward in her chair, leaving plenty of room behind her. You grab her wrists and somewhat roughly force them behind her. You adjust them so that her arms are behind her back, her wrists facing each other. Blake takes her ribbon and starts winding it around Yang's wrists, tying the cord tightly into a knot that prevented the blonde from doing much with her arms. Blake's fingers move deftly through her knots, familiar with the process helped by years of combat experience. She finished by pulling the long end of the ribbon taut, leaving a knot loop for later.
Yang struggles for a moment, trying to break out of the restraints. Though the ribbon flexes a bit, it remains taut. Blake leans in and says, "Would you look at that? You're already helpless." She lifts Yang's chin up as well, but only stares smugly at her.
"Brothers Grimm, if you weren't so hot, I'd kick you."
"Sadly, this one doesn't stop you from moving your legs," you say.
"We could just tie her feet together~"
"Eyes on the prize, BB. I could still hulk out of these if I really tried."
"Fine." Blake takes the length of ribbon coming from the knot on Yang's arm and wound it around her breasts. It pulled her crop top close to her chest, straining the thin white cloth and letting her nipples peek through. You enjoy the view, but save the real fun for later.
You take the ribbon and wrap it around Yang's arm knot, then double back, winding it around her busy a second time. Now, the ribbon tied her wrists together and kept her arms close to her torso, preventing Yang from gaining leverage to pull at all. She was pretty much unable to move her arms at all, leaving her to your and Blake's whims. Moving on, you take the ribbon and throw it over her shoulder. You allow Blake to wind it through the loop around Yang's breasts, then back up to the other shoulder, forming the beginning of the harness; both of Yang's boobs were held up by the ribbon like a bra, with a decorative twist forming a V between her breasts and around her neck.
Yang struggles in her bindings, attempting to move her arms. Failing, she relaxes and sits back. "Damn, I can't move my arms at all." She looks down and sees her harness straining her top. "Oh, I bet my girls look great from your angle!" She bounces in her chair, letting her boobs jump up and jiggle. They were already firm along with being massive, but the ribbon-bra only served to make them look even perkier.
"It does," you and Blake say in unison.
Yang smirks. "Go on. I know you want to." She pushes her chest forward. You and Blake share a nod and each grab one of Yang's boobs through her shirt. She moans as you each play with her nipples. Satisfied, she says, "Oh, oh! Now take a few pictures!"
"You sure?" Blake asks.
"Sure! I trust you two, plus the idea that they're out there for you to stare at whenever… ugh, that sounds hot. Now you can get off to me when I'm not even there!"
"I won't fight that idea," you say, pulling out your scroll. You turn to Blake and say, "You?"
"Snap," Blake says, holding up her scroll. You hear several clicks as she points it directly at Yang's chest. You do much the same. Yang poses as best she can while restrained, giving kissy faces and positioning her chest as best she can. "But we're not quite done yet. Shibari is all about the ART of tying, not JUST tying." Putting her scroll away, Blake grabs the end of the ribbon and snakes it under Yang's armpit, winding it around the area between her arm and chest. "This will make it so you're restrained, presenting, AND showing off my work. Our work," she corrects, looking at you. Threading the ribbon behind Yang again, she circles the knot, then back out the front again. Taking the length, she crosses it over Yang's breasts, cutting a line through the V harness. She pulls again, tightening the restraint further.
Yang flexes her arms, but fails to do anything. "Jeez, I think it'd take an Ursa slamming me full strength for my Semblance to break this."
"Excellent," Blake says, smiling. "Now there's nothing to stop me from doing anything I want to you."
"At this point, I won't stop you."
"But alas, I must finish my masterpiece. Unless you want to take it? It's just completing the star at this point."
"As if I'd take that away from you," you say. Blake's fetish was tying Yang up, and Yang's fetish was getting tied up, so best leave the hard parts to her.
Blake smiles and takes the ribbon and winds it under Yang's armpit, then around her neck. Looping it around, she forms a necklace of sorts before crossing to the other armpit, finally forming Yang's harness into a reverse pentagram. Blake ties it off, completing the shibari and leaving Yang to your whims. Now, the blonde was completely restrained with an incredibly appealing harness that highlighted, emphasized, and framed her breasts.
And speaking of her breasts…
"And now the fun part," you joke, using your Semblance. You telekinectically pull a pair of scissors to your hand and snip them several times.
"As if this entire experience isn't the greatest thing you've done with your life."
"Not gonna lie, the four of you on your knees about to suck my dick is top of that list right now." Yang gets an annoyed look on her face, but lightens up once you take a step towards her. "Now, you've been decent for too long. Let's fix that," you say, grabbing Yang's thin white crop top and pinching a section. You look her in the eyes and start snipping away with your scissors, shredding her top to pieces; seeing as most of the fun of shibari was the anticipation, you thought it best that Yang have some clothes while it was being tied. Now that it was done, you're free to slice apart her intentionally near-useless shirt, cutting around the shibari loops until you pull off the last scraps.
Yang Xiao Long now sits before you and Blake, her bare tits presented out in the open, enhanced by her pentagram harness. She couldn't move her arms at all, and her chest was completely bared for the two of you. She bares her chest for you two as you take several pictures and videos for future use. You smile, knowing that the embarrassed look on Yang's face will fuel any future sessions you may have when your girlfriends aren't available. The idea of keeping and watching a nude video of Yang any time you want excites you to no end.
"I am SO going to enjoy these later," Blake says, propping up her scroll to get a video. "Now, I think I remember you saying something about a fun thing to do with Weiss' present?" She smirks at you, having experienced firsthand the fun of Weiss' gift.
"Come on! I consent!" Yang says. "It sounded super hot! I wanna hear my heart POUND!"
"You heard her. Don't keep a girl waiting." Blake brushes a hand through Yang's hair as she wraps a ribbon around her eyes, blinding her.
A wash of anticipation hits you. You've been practicing, so you manage to almost naturally pull out one of Weiss' glyphs; she had used your Semblance's properties to gift you a few of her glyphs, which you found aren't really good for anything outside the bedroom as luck would have it. Though your telekinesis allows you to manipulate it, you can only maintain and activate simple ones, not create or utilizes the complex ones like summoning.
What this meant was that you're able to place a hypnosis glyph around Yang's neck, increasing her suggestibility and putting her in a trance. With your skill, you can maintain this for just long enough for a good role play session. All that was left was to set the scene.
"What's it like, Yang?" you say, layering a bit of Saturday-morning-cartoon villain into your voice. "To be forced to show off that body of yours in front of all these people?" You step behind her and stroke her hair. "All these strangers looking at you and your bare chest." Blake smiles and makes some cheering noises, adding to the scene.
You hear Yang's breathing start to grow rapid, though she says nothing. She tries to turn her head as much as possible while struggling against her restraints. Thanks to the glyph, she thinks there's a crowd of people staring at her boobs, eating up the view of her tied up and helpless. You'd picked out a scenario beforehand, and now Yang gets to live out a fantasy of hers (one shared with you and Blake) without consequence. Though she believes she's tied up before a crowd of strangers after being captured or something similar, deep in the back of her mind, she knows she's safe.
"Oh, defiant," Blake says, impressed with Yang's resolve. She lifts Yang's chin and gets in close. "They're all taking pictures, you know. That erotic little body of yours is going to be all over the web soon. All wrapped up, unable to move~"
"Tch," Yang says, gritting her teeth. "Let me go, bastards."
"I thought you liked showing off~" Blake teases. "You love it when people look at your body and think that you're there just for their pleasure. Isn't that right?" Yang stays silent. "Having all these people look at you like a whore really gets you off, doesn't it? You're enjoying this. Just admit it." Thanks to Yang's suggestibility being lowered, you and Blake can write the scenario as it goes. Yang's fantasy was being tied up and presented for all the world to see, but Blake telling her that she liked it ensured that she did.
"I d-don't. S-stop," Yang says, clearly hiding the truth. She loved her place in the story, tied up and helpless as dozens of people stared at her breasts. Even so, she was still prideful, and wasn't about to admit that to her captors.
"Oh, dear… She thinks she can lie to us~"
"We'll fix that. Why don't you stand up, blondie?" you say. Yang shifts, but doesn't rise to her feet. "Stand," you command, forcing Yang to listen. She bites her lip and stands.
Blake moves Yang's chair and steps behind her. She reaches around and starts squeezing her breasts for the imaginary crowd. "So, are you going to admit that you love being shown off? That you love being treated like a whore?"
"You don't… Ahh… I don't." Yang shudders as Blake runs her hands all across her body.
"I think I know how we can prove that she loves it," you say, holding up your scissors. Snipping them a few times, you move in front of Yang. The blonde gasps as you pull at the waist and on her shorts. "Can't hide if you have nothing to hide behind~"
"D-don't~" Yang stutters in between a moan. "They'll see… everything." He legs tighten as she imagines dozens of people staring at her completely naked, helpless to do anything.
"Isn't that what you want?" Blake teases, placing a hand on Yang's stomach. She rubs it, eliciting a number of pleasurable noise from Yang as she struggles. "For us to present you to everyone? So that the entire world can pleasure themselves to a pretty little doll that got naked for them?" She lowers her fingers until they stop just about her waistband.
Yang bites her lip, defiant to the end.
"Do it, Darling~" Blake commands, finally saying her pet name for you as if it was natural on her lips.
You feel Yang's legs tighten as you snake the scissors down her shorts. With a few slow, satisfying snips, you cut off Yang's last remaining article of clothing, leaving her naked before the crowd she believe is there.
The sound of several shutters go off as Blake takes dozens of pictures of Yang struggling to stand as her legs tremble. As she captures the blonde's orgasm on film, she slides her fingers behind her shorts, readying herself for her own finish.
"Now, Darling?"
"Yes?"
"Why don't we make this little blonde whore pleasure us for the crowd?" You and Blake both hear Yang gasp. "Wouldn't you like that, slut?"
Yang, unable to stop herself, says, "Y-yes."
"Good. Get over here and put that mouth where it belongs~" Blake moves over to Yang's chair, winks at you, and removes her bottoms. She sits down, spreads her lips, and grabs Yang to direct her. "Don't record my face, Darling~" Blake asks, freeing you to record a blindfolded and heavily restrained Yang going down on her.
You very happily record a blindfolded and heavily restrained Yang going down on her. You eagerly await your turn.