2 weeks ago. Wednesday, January 28, 2026 at 2:54 AM
Ropes are the extension of you my Master. I am your Muse, dance your art across my flesh.
With your skilled hands work the lines, lashing them at my ankles, thighs, waist and chest. Cinching them tight, drawing breath from my lungs, feel me quiver.
You place your hand to my chest, my rabbit's heart beating wildly. Lean to my ear “you are mine” you whisper. My body settles.
Your rugged hands move lightly across my flesh, melting to a tender touch. I ache for your ropes, your marks.
Pull me in , bind me, own me, claim me as yours.