“Red,” you say. You could say anything, you think, but you want to say the right thing – and you want to know it works.
“As you wish,” the dom says. He reaches a hand behind your back and tugs on one of the knots he’s placed there. The rope spools off of your arms, and suddenly you’re free. Your arms rise up of their own accord like wings, feeling free. The dom stands and bows and then leaves you alone with the butler.
“Shall we try another door?” the Butler asks.
You nod.
Touch here.
