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It is far more pleasing to the touch than any rope I’ve ever felt before. I can imagine the sensation of it sliding over my skin and am innately curious to experience it. I liked it when he tied my wrists with the curtain tie, wanted more of it even. Perhaps this is something I would enjoy.

“It’s so soft,” I remark while still inspecting the bundle of rope in his hands.

“It’s jute rope, specifically made for bondage. I keep it oiled and properly maintained. While temporary rope marks can be erotic…” Warren’s breathing turns shallow, and the soft brown of his eyes darkens. “Permanent damage is unwanted.”

His eyes trace the shape of my face and down my neck to my visible collarbone.

“So, it won’t hurt then?”

“Not if I do it right. And Ialwaysdo it right. Especially for you Bambi. So, what do you think? Will you let me wrap my rope around you?”

The fact that I’m more concerned with how the rope will feel rather than being restrained should be answer enough. I trust him with everything. If he told me he built a spaceship and we were going to fly to Venus, I wouldn’t question it. Warren would never knowingly put me in a position to be harmed.

“Do I get completely naked? Or leave my panties on?”

I look up at him through my lashes, my heart racing with the anticipation of his unexpected surprise. My arousal growing with every second that ticks by. I thought my fantasies of him before got me all hot and bothered, but they are nothing in comparison to how I feel with the real man standing in front of me, looking down at me like he wants to devour me.

I’ve never been the focus of such intense attention before. I didn’t even know it was possible. Yet here I stand, panties growing damp, just from him looking at me.And thinking about letting him tie me up in his super special rope.

“Completely naked. If I’m only going to get to do this once, it’s going to be perfect. I want to see every inch of your skin and every place my rope touches. I want to watch your skin flush beneath it and pinken with arousal, and just a bit of pain.”

I swallow hard and nearly choke on my spit. Not to mention the fluttering going on in my nether regions right now. Every part of my body is on board for this experience. I too would like to do it properly if it’s the only time I’ll ever get to experience it.

“Kay,” I whimper like a fool.

“Bedroom, Bambi,” he softly commands.

“Uh huh.” I nod and robotically turn to walk to my room, Warren following close behind me.

When I stop dead in my tracks at the foot of my bed staring at it like a woman in a trance, Warren wraps one arm around me from behind, holding me close to his chest. He leans down and presses a kiss to my jaw, which immediately calms me.

“Don’t worry Bambi, you’re in good hands. Now take off all this annoying clothing.”

He tugs on my overalls and I almost snort at his playfully derisive tone. He’s controlling but not in an aggressive way. At least not with me. I’ve heard him be aggressive and demanding with others, but he’s never taken that tone with me. Maybe because he knows he doesn’t have to. I do anything he asked_as long as it was legal. He knows I won’t break the law beyond going into the hangout house. And I know he respects me enough not to force me into anything.

It's a weird relationship we’ve manifested over the years. Close enough to know each other’s blood type, but far enough away to still be learning secrets after so many years. To notcompletely know what’s going on in the other’s head but keep getting closer trying to.

I feel like we’ve been on a merry-go-round that is slowing to reveal the specifics of the world around us for the first time.

Unbuckling my overalls I slip them off and then the thin sweater, goosebumps rising on my skin as the air brushes over it. The entire time Warren remains behind me, quietly watching. That is until I hear the sound of his zipper, then the unmistakable rustling of fabric. He’s getting undressed too.

My nipples pucker as I remove my bra and drop it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I stand in nothing but my panties now and I can feel every sensation as Warren runs a warm hand over my butt then hip and holds it there, playing with the edge of my panties with his pinky finger.

“These too.”

I pull them off and turn around to find him completely naked too. His muscles hard and tight, the rope gripped firm in his left hand, his cock straining forward, hard and ready. I may stare at it a moment too long, but I don’t reach out and touch it like I want to. Instead, I wait for his instruction.

“This is going to be more painful for me than you. I’m already hard and heavy as an anchor, and it’s only going to grow with every slide of my rope over your skin. I do have to warn you though,” he tilts my chin up, forcing me to look him in the eye. “This may take some time, so please be patient. It’s not always about the end result, but the process it takes to get there.”

“Okay.” There’s not much more for me to say. I’m completely out of my depths here, along for the ride at this point.

“Remember your safe word and to let me know if anything is too tight or hurts. I don’t want you to lose blood flow to a limb because I was overzealous in my tying.”

He gives me a heart stopping grin and presses a soft kiss to my lips, while I stand here like a window display mannequin.

“On the bed,” he directs.

My bed is low to the ground, easy to get in and out of when you have short legs. With a wrought iron headboard and footboard, painted gold and looking like it would fit right in, in an old west saloon.