Knots are fleeting
Skin will forget a ropes bite
Rope marks will fade
But the mark you leave on her spirit?
Thats eternal.
Your not just binding her wrists
Your wrapping your presence around her mind, her breath, her soul.
Anyone can tie a knot, fasten a chain or buckle and cuff.
But not every man can hold a woman in that space,
Between fear and surrender.
Where her hart races and her soul reaches out to yours
The restraints are simply a object.
The real binding happens in the tension of his command.
The weight of his silence, the gravity of his touch.
When he leads she dosnt just fall into his knots, she
dissolves into the connection.
And in that moment nothing else exists except trust,
Presence and the unbreakable bond you've built together.
No scissors in the world can remove that moment.