Punish Me, Master
She did melt, leaning into his palm like a cat seeking warmth, her blush deepening but her small smile growing.
"Okay, Master," she whispered, voice soft and trusting, peeking up at him again. The thrill intensified, nerves buzzing, but his guidance made it bearable, exciting, even.
He uncoiled the rope fully, letting her feel its length. "We'll start with your wrists. Nothing tight. You say stop, we stop." He looped it gently around her crossed wrists in front of her, tying a simple knot, secure but easy to undo. As he worked, he explained: "It's about the feel, the restraint. Letting go."
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