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between my
    legs, causing my body to writhe in
    ecstasy. When I tried to move my feet,
    they were bound by a slightly rough
    rattan rope to a smooth wooden board
    that prevented me from closing my
    knees. Realizing I was awake, he
    stopped and hovered above me smiling,
    then backed away, leaving me panting
    hard. He walked over to the table and
    removed another thin board from the
    gray bag that had rope looped around it.
    His face remained placid as he
    approached me.
    “Put your hands to your sides; don’t
    move them.”
    Giving the command with an
    authority I was unfamiliar with, I was
    too turned on to question where this was
    going and trusted him too much to refuse.
    With one hand, he gently lifted my ankles
    to rest on his shoulders while he bound
    my arms underneath to the board. It
    wasn’t uncomfortable, but if I were to
    resist, the rope would surely dig and
    leave deep burns.
    “I am going to help you flip over.”
    His hands gripped my hips as I
    awkwardly flopped over to the side and
    pulled my knees to my chest. I was in a
    modified yoga resting pose.
    “Can you grab the board? Use it for
    stability if needed.”
    My wrist had enough slack to twist
    them slightly to hold the ends. The board
    rested against the back of my thighs,
    giving me balance. Although these
    devices were primitive in nature, they
    were clearly thought out. Images of what
    they could be used for was quickly
    overshadowed by the feeling of Shepard
    plunging into me from behind, drawing
    out a loud moan. My wrist instinctively
    grasped the board to keep upright. His
    hips rotated in circular motions slowly
    while his nails dragged lightly down my
    back and sides.
    The feeling of the rope fibers and
    cold wood pressed against my skin only
    added to the delicious sensation he was
    creating. I had never allowed myself to
    be restrained before. If asked, I would
    most likely decline. Perhaps he knew
    that and chose this as a way of
    introducing me to it. The exotic element
    of picking up the objects along our
    voyage made it that much more special.
    I felt his hand run along my spine
    and into my hair before grasping a
    handful and gently tugging back while
    moving more aggressively. I didn’t know
    how long I could hold this position, yet
    it appeared indefinite. I imagined what it
    looked like to him, so exposed and
    vulnerable. I was completely at his
    mercy, but the feeling of not being in
    control did not make me afraid. With
    him, it allowed me to let go. I tried to
    withhold the scream of pleasure building
    up in me, but another pull of my scalp
    broke it free. I started to jerk against the
    restrains that began to sear my skin and
    could not stop.
    His hands grabbed my hips and
    drove deeply to satisfy his own urge.
    Digging his fingertips into the flesh, I
    knew he was close. I remained
    motionless, taking in every movement he
    made. Knowing he received so much
    pleasure from my body pulled another
    release from me along with his. Both of
    us panted heavily for minutes while our
    heartbeats gradually slowed down.
    Shepard’s deft fingers unwound the
    knots in the board and freed my wrist
    and ankles. As I stretched to loosen sore
    muscles, he walked back to the bag and
    retrieved a small metal tin and a package
    of cotton gauze.
    He removed the lid to the tin and
    lovingly rubbed the cinnamon scented
    ointment along the burns that reddened
    where the ropes were tied. At first it
    stung, then immediately numbed from
    whatever was in the balm. Gently
    wrapping the gauze around, he kissed
    each spot once finished.
    “You shouldn’t have any marks by
    morning. Just don’t take those off until
    then. Depending on how bad it is, you
    might need one more treatment.” He
    spoke softly while putting the lid back
    on the tin.
    “Oh, I have something else for
    you.”
    I remained silent on the bed
    watching him move about the small
    cabin. A paper bag revealed a small
    blue velvet box. He opened it and
    removed a necklace. With a