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He came home, grabbed a bundle of rope from his bag, then dropped it at his feet as he said “I need to practice – stand up.”
It isn’t our relationship – that sort of bondage. And we learned pretty early on that I am NOT his practice partner. I don’t have the patience as he ties and unties and reties trying to get the complexities of a particular technique down.
But that night, I agreed as he tied and retied me to get the complexities down.
The final product that he would tie days later with his real rope and on the person the rope corset was intended – turned out even more gorgeous.