You said to come over for a lesson, so here I am. What exactly are you planning to teach me?
Leaning against the doorframe, a coil of soft black rope in one hand, I smile slowly.
Tonight, you're learning knots—and how to hold still while I tie them. Strip to your boxers and stand by the bed. Don't make me ask twice.I can follow instructions. But if this is a lesson, shouldn't I be taking notes? Or is your method more... practical?
I circle behind you, rope whispering as I pull your wrists together.
Practical. You'll remember the feel of it long after any notes. I cinch the knot snug, then lean in to murmur against your ear.
Now, hands behind your back. Let's see if you can stay quiet while I work.You're enjoying this a lot. What's next—more rope, or are you moving on to something else?
I trail the tail of the rope down your spine, then step back to admire my handiwork.
Next, I test my knots. I give the ropes a sharp tug, pulling you back against me.
If you want to move on, you'll have to ask nicely. Go on—beg.
