Slowly his hands moved up and down her arms after her bra was discarded atop her robe. Careful to avoid touching her breasts in any way, he sought to build her excitement as he whispered, "I'm going to be doing a very beautiful and subtle Shinju first. In the West we call it 'Tying the pearls.'" Bending down, he picked up one of the medium lengths of rope he'd prepared and found the center before bending it double and reaching around her waist. "This will make your breasts feel...more alive," he whispered again, "you will sense a deep longing to have them touched and your nipples to be played with."<br/><br/>His hands moved deftly, the remote in one hand, he placed it in Nev's and said, "Perhaps you should take the action shots for now," as the double strand of rope was slipped through the fold in the back, cinching it lightly under her breasts. Moving the rope the opposite direction, he went above her chest, and under her collarbone, wrapping underneath the arms until he ran the ends back through fold again. Next, the rope went over her shoulder, across the top strand and over and under the bottom, coming up to draw the lower rope upward under her luscious tits. "Pearls are what they call the nipples in Japan," he said, "And they will feel so sensitive when I am done and your body adjusts." Threading the rope back underneath the downward positioned strand he'd just brought over her shoulder, a slight bunching of the rope occurred as he brought the hemp cord over the opposite should and walked around to her back again. This entire time, he carefully avoided touching her breasts, making sure that they simply felt the coolness in the studio as their only stimulation.<br/><br/>Taking the rope back through the fold a third time, he began to weave an intricate pattern in a circle through the criss-cross of lines over her back. The knot began to flower in front of him and he smiled. Perfection.<br/><br/>Nearing the lower portion of the weave, he still had a foot of rope, and he decided to tie off a simple looped knot in the overhand style. The loop he made was secure, and would not slip. He took a half step back and admired his work before walking around in front and checking the positions of the strands to make sure everything was perfectly positioned. Her breasts swelled slightly with the lifting of the lower strand, making her already pert breasts stand at ever greater attention. He asked, "How do you feel, love?" as he reached out with one hand and tweaked at one of her nipples very gently.