tighter: the prologue

"I want to be your sex slave."

With these words, she communicated a long-held fantasy that she had selected me to realize.

We experimented with some role play, but it turned out that what she really wanted was just to be tied up and ravished.

It turned out to be a primal thing -- tie her tightly, put her in fear, and she would get very hot.

It also turned out that I had no idea how to make a proper knot. Hadn't been a Boy Scout or a sailor. My early attempts failed. She was able to break loose. It broke the spell and made her angry.

I bought a book on knots.

Our sessions began with her stripping down and us deciding in which position she would be restrained. In this I proved creative at times. But the default position was splayed out on the bed, face up.

The foreplay wouldn't start until she was satisfied that she was properly restrained.

For comfort's sake, I had purchased leather ankle and wrist cuffs with plush linings. I also had a little cat-o-nine-tails and a ball gag, but I rarely used either of those. My hands were adequate for punishment, and if her mouth was gagged it limited what I could do. She was a whimperer, not a screamer, so I wasn't worried about alarming the neighbors.

So the cuffs were buckled on, she got in position, and I attached ropes to the buckles and ran them around, and attached them to, the corners of the bed in such a way as to create the correct tension.

Now it was tight, she was not in control, and she saw a certain look in my eyes.

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