Fantasy & Fetish

Little does she know that a moment of indiscretion will change
everything - and force her to choose to make a very personal
sacrifice...
WARNING! This 7,600 word story contains ADULT THEMES and GRAPHIC
SEXUAL ACTS AND LANGUAGE.
EXCERPT:
“That’s silk that you’re holding
there,” a deep voice spoke behind her and she whirled.
A man dressed in an
open-collared white shirt and dark slacks stood behind her. He had dark wavy
hair and deep brown eyes framed by long dark lashes and a square jaw that was
shadowed by a day’s growth.
She groaned inwardly. Of course he had to be
good looking. Five o’clock shadows were her weakness.
“And this?” she asked,
before remembering her vow of silence and clamping a hand over her mouth.

But he only smiled. “Just don’t forget again. I’ll explain everything as we
go. I’m Andrew. And that is hemp. That one,” he pointed, “is bamboo. I use all
natural fibers as well as naturally dyed rope.”
She inspected the rope more
closely, admiring the feel of it on her skin.
“We’ll use mostly bamboo, but
we’ll use the hemp in your hair and for suspension. It provides fantastic
friction.”
She raised her eyebrows at the word suspension, and he pointed to
the ring in the center of the room. It was a simple steel ring, dangling above
her, a triskele in its center.
“Suspension means just what it sounds like.
You’ll be bound, and hung in various positions. It’s a beautiful art.”
I’ll
take your word for it.
“Are you ready?”
She nodded.