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BDSM,
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Erotic Romance,
BDSM Romance,
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collar,
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erotic bdsm,
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collaring
personally prefer nylon as it's softer and you can untie the knots instead of having to cut your sub out, as you usually have to do with cotton. However, with nylon, the knots tend to slip unless you're a good knotsman such as myself and Master Devlin here. Your mileage may vary."
"Yeah," Devlin scoffed. "But I still prefer cotton. Gives me a good reason to do some knife play after we're done."
"See what I mean, folks? To each their own. We're only concerned about rope play for this evening, though." My client, Logan, picked up one of the ropes, running it through his fingers. "Now, until you and your sub, or partner, get comfortable with rope play, I suggest using rope that's three-eighths of an inch thick. It's a decent size, and once you've gotten used to it, you can then decide if you want to go thicker or not. Some Doms prefer a thick rope so it covers more area. Others prefer to expose as much skin as possible. Again, this all comes down to personal preference."
As he spoke, Devlin and Marisa stepped back. I watched, fascinated by the long length of rope and how Devlin was masterfully capable of tying various knots without getting tangled in it himself. The rope must've been at least forty feet long.
He started by folding the rope in half and tying a knot, that, by the look of it, sat against the nape of Marisa’s neck. Once each end of the rope was draped over either of her shoulders, Devlin then tied a knot between her breasts. Followed by another, and finally a third. I shivered when I realized the third knot was placed right over Marisa's clit.
She squirmed when Devlin ordered her to turn around. As she did, I couldn't ignore the smile on his face or the grin on Logan's. They may have been binding her with rope, but from where I was standing, she didn't seem to mind it at all.
It's hard to say how many knots Devlin tied by the time the rope play became something more. It wasn't just a Dom and his sub doing a demo, it was a complete art form. Bit by bit, the rope started to create diamonds across Marisa's pale skin. And as it did, she seemed to get more and more relaxed.
At one point during the demo, Devlin had to ask for Logan's help so they could keep her upright by binding her arms to a hook hanging from the ceiling.
"Now, you may have noticed that Marisa isn't responding as much anymore," Logan said, helping Devlin with a few knots. "She's gone into a trancelike state known as subspace. She's not hurt, but even when a sub reaches this point, a Dom needs to be extra careful. Devlin knows her better than I do, so if her body language sets off any alarms, he'll let us know. You must be able to read your sub at all times, even if she's too far gone to tell you herself."
The demo continued. Logan didn't talk nearly as much as he did in the beginning, his attention fixed on Marisa. Around the time when they were discussing the right way to tie off a rope to make it more artistic, someone sat beside me.
"I didn't know you were in to these kinds of things, kitty."
I winced and glanced around the room. I couldn't risk running because I didn't want to disrupt the demonstration, but I couldn't stay, either.
"Dennis." I didn't look at him. "What are you doing here?"
"You sound disappointed to see me."
I didn't miss the note of surprise in his voice or the alcohol on his breath. Now I did look at him, staring right into the eyes of a man I thought I once knew. "What are you doing here?"
"You know, you really shouldn't leave things out for others to find. You could get robbed."
I frowned. The card. I'd left it on the counter after my appointment with Logan. Dennis must've seen it when he went in there to get a drink. Damnit. I’d really messed up this time. Don't make a scene, Dennis. Please, if you have any respect for those in the room, don't say it.
"So," he began, whispering against my ear. "This was your special date?" He glanced to the other side of me and smiled. "Where is he?"
"Who says I need to be
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