Solstice
12/22/2012
When I arrived at the address, I found the room cool and her nipples erect. She lay naked on the table, face up, a wide red silk ribbon doubled-folded, then tied across her eyes. She had heard me enter but she barely stirred, as such was what was expected. Without any discussion, I bucked four leather cuffs on her, one per limb, fixing lines to the corners of the table, connecting the lines together with the ringing snick and snap of metal on metal, tightening each corner line, adding and tightening each limb-to-limb connection in turn, each line reducing by a perceptible measures the remaining motion available to her. Her breath quickened with the materialization of that which was moments before fantasy, now manifested in rope and leather. In my one orbit of the table, the warmth of my hands touching her not at all save for a brief foray through the tunnel at the small of her back, our adult game of connect-the-dots (wrist-to-ankle, to-ankle, to-wrist, to-wrist) was complete, leaving her splayed open and indeed quite bare, each limb tensioned to neighbors and corner, each three-point attachment joined to respective cuff with a bright steel carabiner. She was now able to do little more than raise her face, soft lips parted and damp, to touch chin to neck.