There is a moment, right after the ropes go on, when everything changes. You stop pretending you are in charge. Your breathing slows, your body goes still, and you realize you are completely at my mercy. I live for that moment. I chase it every single time.
I love bondage because it strips away all the games. No negotiating, no pretending. Just you, helpless, and me, deciding exactly what happens next. I will tie you up nice and snug, not too tight, just tight enough that you feel every inch of the rope and you know there is no getting out until I say so.
I like to take my time with it. I will describe the rope sliding over your skin, the knots cinching at your wrists, the way your body looks when it is completely mine to arrange. Maybe I will leave you spread out and vulnerable while I walk around you slowly, letting you hear my heels on the floor, letting you wonder what I am going to do first.
And then the teasing starts. I might trail my nails down your chest. I might press my body against yours just enough to drive you wild, then pull away. I might whisper exactly what I am going to do to you, in excruciating detail, while you lie there unable to do a single thing about it. Helplessness looks so good on you.
What I want you to understand is that I am gentle with what is mine. I check in. I pay attention. I read every sound you make. But do not mistake my care for softness. I am in complete control, and I intend to enjoy every second of it. You are my project for the evening, and I am very thorough.
I also love the way rope marks look on skin afterward. Those faint lines, those little reminders of where you have been and who put you there. I will describe them to you while they fade, and I will remind you that every mark was earned. You will carry a piece of our time together long after the call ends, and you will think of me every time you see them.
If you want to be tied up by a woman who treats it like an art form, call the dispatcher and ask for Ares. I will bring the rope. You just bring yourself, and leave the control at the door. You will not be needing it.
- Ares