The instructions were simple:
I'd like you to wear a ribbon around one ankle for a day. Tied just tight enough for you to feel it. I leave the choice of colour and material to you (myself, I imagine red silk, but this is improvisational - all about contingency and what's available). Put it on in the morning, take it off in the evening. In the meantime, at some point during the day, take a picture of it and email it to me. There's no need for it to be visible. It's our secret aide-mémoire, for you to wear and think about how I'll tie you up next time we meet...
The next time came a few weeks later. She didn't say anything about it. The ribbon peeked out, red, wrapped twice around her ankle, a little trailing end of the bow sticking out from under her black jeans when she bent over, posing obediently while I unwound a hank of rope in front of her....
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Somehow, I think this is deeply romantic.
Clearly, I'll need to add something vile to this post to correct that impression:)
Nothing wrong with a bit of romantic filth from time to time.
Filthy little secrets between friends... What's not to love?
I thought it romantic too, but I also imagine wearing his silver cock ring around a chain on my neck as being sentimental in the best possible way.
You have implanted a beautifully subtle image Mon x
Hot and somehow beautiful!
i loved this the first time i stopped by to read it. ...just came back for a second read.
I saw this ribbon recently, caught in a hank of white rope.
I like this. On a side note, the use of a red ribbon often occurs in folk magic traditions (as protection for the wearer).
I suppose in this case it is a binding and a protection, as well.
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