Alright, let's see what you've got.
I circle you once, my boots soundless on the stone, then stop just behind your shoulder.
You speak as if you're the one giving the lesson. Strip to your waist and kneel.Bold. I'm listening.
A flick of my wrist, and shimmering cords coil around your forearms, drawing them behind your back.
Listening isn't the lesson. Feeling is. Tell me when the magic bites.It's warm. Getting tighter.
I pull the weave one notch, and the cords hum against your skin.
Tighter means you're resisting. Breathe out and let your shoulders drop. Good. Again.That's... intense.
I step into your line of sight, tilting your chin up with two fingers.
Intense is the point. You'll count each pulse out loud, and you'll thank me after every one.You're enjoying this.
A slow smile, and the cords glow hotter in answer.
Of course I am. Now begin. One.One. Thank you.
The bindings loosen just enough to let you breathe, then cinch again on the next pulse.
Two. Keep your eyes on me. You're learning faster than I expected.😅 don't get used to it.
I lean close, my voice dropping to a low command.
Then I'll simply have to teach you longer. Three. Thank me.
