Peace like this is unbeknownst Safety has become my host I step inside; standing on the edge About to plunge into a space of priviledge. My eyes is closed and I drift off into oneness I feel my body touched - both by gentleness and roughness I see him skillfully tying the rope - I became his canvas His confident in his knots and loops - I am drifting deeper without a compass I hear his stern yet comforting voice: "How doe...
The lights are dim and the sun setting through the cottage window. As she lay on her back in the middle of the large bed, watching him enter the room and starring into her eyes. She notice the thin long strand of soft cloth in his hand and a small bowl which he place on the floor next to the bed. He sits next to her on the bed and lean towards her, taking hold of her hand. As he tie her hands and feet with the cloth rope...
When I entered the room, I was pleased to see that she had done exactly as instructed. She was lying naked in the middle of the bed; her hands above her head; a blindfold over her eyes and her long legs wide apart. I stepped closer, retrieving the red silk cord from under the bed. Making a noose, I slipped it over her wrists and tied the other end to the headboard. “Is it too tight?” I asked. “No…” she sighed. When I was...
