Finally finished off for the second time, Jane grabbed her pants and started to button them back in place. “Don’t go anywhere,” she said when she finished – as if Leslie could go anywhere with her arms and legs securely bound to the wooden beam structure.
The lights were turned down lower still when Jane left the room. The darkness seemed to eat away the empty spaces about her, making Leslie’s bound form the center of a tiny universe. She remained alone, and lonely inside the encompassing darkness.
Leslie preferred her eyes closed, preferred to feel the ropes and the pressure they applied to her body, the firmness with which they held her captive – something so strange and new to her that it was frightening and wonderful at the same. Her brief bondage episode with Robin had been nothing
