I folded her arms behind her back so that the forearms were parallel, wrists touching elbows.I folded her arms behind her back so that the forearms were parallel, wrists touching elbows. Three ropes, each wound four or six times, one for the center and one around each wrist, holding it tight to the elbow. Tight enough for her to feel, but not digging in. Again, I stood back a little, lighting myself a cigarette, and looked at her. The light, pleated skirt hung halfway down the back of her thighs, riding just highly enough to entice. Her arms were golden against the black blouse, wound with the creamy white rope, flexing gently as she tried her bonds. I was the one who should have been trembling. "Sit up, Amy. You look uncomfortable." "Yes, Master." "Actually that was quite comfortable." I slowly walked around her until I was facing her again. "Oh really? Well I'll remember that. It certainly looked nice enough." "Thank you Master." "You're welcome, tease. Are you ready for your collar. |