The tight and sometimes scratchy feeling of the bondage worked on my brain in unexpected ways. Even before the last knot was tied, a submissive feeling of complete surrender, unlike anything I could recall, had wiped aside most of my apprehensions. Then when Lawton said: “Go ahead and string her up,” his first words since Choate arrived, my consciousness was taken further down to its base level of arousal.
Continuing with his task, Choate strung rope over the exposed ceiling beams and attached them to the knots behind my back. There were pulleys used to pull me off the floor and suspend me into the air. My dazed mind could hardly compute what had happened to me in such a short time. One thing I knew for certain, the rope bondage was far more elaborate than I first realized and clearly not
