This is a follow up to my #19 prompt, Moonlight

No one ever talked to William. A fact that was made a thousand times more annoying because nobody on the moon even spoke English. They all spoke Japanese. An extremely archaic Japanese, if his minuscule command over the language told William anything.

The blonde man didn’t know how long it had been since that night when Kyoko led him into bondage. Since his clothes had been cut away and he’d been pulled along into an entirely new life at the service of... or...

William shook his head.

He never would have expected the moon to look so Japanese. The castle he was taken too, the houses and buildings he glimpsed out of the windows every so often when he was being dragged from one room to another. The tatami mats, the kimonos, the samurai, all of it. Save for the silvery sheen that covered everything and the eternally star filled sky, William’s new home looked like it was straight out of an old samurai movie.

Though no samurai movie had this much bondage.

That was what they did, they tied William up in endlessly inventive ways and patterns. They would tie him to walls, beds, tables, and frequently suspect him from the ceiling. They would tie him in ways that contorted his body. One day he’d bee left balancing one one leg while he was hanging from the ceiling. The next he would in an intricately woven web of rope, legs frogtied and arms bound in a reverse prayer.

Each and every time, William’s member rose in response.

William soon became far more flexible than he ever was on earth. He wondered if  he was getting supernatural help on that.

An army of stony faced maids and servants were the ones who bound him every day. William tried to talk to them at first, at the very beginning during those few times he wasn’t gagged. They would slap him in response. Or spank him. They would make his bondage tighter and more restrictive. He got the message soon enough. He was quiet.

They still gagged him. Cloth in the mouth, and then another one over it. A soft curtain of material wrapped tightly over William’s mouth at all times.

It was all for her. For the shining, beautiful lady of the castle. Tsukiko-sama. That was the only name William ever heard anymore. He caught his binders whispering it when she passed by them.

Tsukiko-sama was the one who bought William, and his purpose was to serve her. This typically meant bondage. All the intricate shibari ropework and intense positions were for her amusement. Sometimes they didn’t attract her attention. She would walk past William and not spare him a second glance. Other times she would look at him for a brief second or a minute.

William guessed it took a month for his heart to flutter when she looked or smiled at him. Less than that for his manhood to throb and grow at the sight of her.

One time she was so enraptured by his bondage that she knelt and watched him away from the ceiling for at least twenty minutes. William had lost track of how long he’d been her slave by then, and the attention was enough to earn his devotion.

William began to long for her gaze, to please her with his bondage. There was nothing else for him to do, and she was the only one who ever paid him any real attention. The maids and servants studiously ignored William, treated him like a part of the background to be moved around and prepared. But their mistress looked at him as if he was beautiful, and he only wanted to please her in thanks.

One day she looked into William’s eyes and, please by what she saw, spoke words he couldn’t understand to her servants.

He was taken to her bed. Left bound there, a squirming, morning present for the mistress he loved so dearly.

When she stepped into the room, her silver hair was unbound and her kimono loose. The midnight black cloth trailed behind her as she stepped into the room until she let it fall from her shoulders.

That first time, she simply had her way with him. The third time was when she finally took the gag out of his mouth.

William was hogtied then, laying on the bed. She knelt above him, his head between her legs. Her hand petting his hair like a favored dog.

By that point William already worshipped the ground Tsukiko-sama walked on. His heart leapt and without meaning to, he thrust against the bedsheets.

Soft, musical laughter filled William’s ears as his head was pulled forward, and he was allowed to worship his moon goddess directly.