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“You’ll want to create reverse tension twice on the wrists, and make sure your lark’s head knot ends up on the back of the wrist, not the front. You don’t want your bottom to be able to untie it. Go ahead and try.” He looked out at the group, Emma’s wrist already wrapped. “Good, good.” Ian nodded as the guests began wrapping each other’s wrists.
    â€œNow, another option for single-limb tying is the cat’s paw, which isn’t even a knot as much as a series of loops.” He held up a length of rope and showed the group how to twist it inward like an M, then slipped both loops over Emma’s other wrist and began snugging it up. “Try the other wrist in a cat’s paw.” When both wrists were bound individually, the rope hanging loosely, he took a lap around the room to investigate, then returned to Emma.
    â€œI’m sure you can see how easy it would be to secure someone to a stationary object like this. Emma, do you mind?” Ian got to his feet and held out his hand.
    Did she mind what? As she got to her feet, ropes trailing down her sides, she eyed the empty supply table behind them. Oh, right. Being secured to a stationary object. “It’s fine.” Her mouth had gone dry, and she wanted some of the water he’d put in the fridge.
    â€œI’m going to tie Emma to the table, here.” Ian smiled broadly at her, patting the top of the sturdy table. “That all right with you, Emma?”
    Her guests gave some nervous titters of laughter, and Emma did as well. “No problem. How do you want me?”
    He turned and looked at the table, thinking for a moment, surveying it from all angles. “Stand here on the short end and bend forward.”
    Emma did so, pressing her torso to the table, the position awkward but not uncomfortable. She turned her head to the side, her brown curls tumbling onto the table surface. The wood was cool against her cheek. She was looking at the group sideways, quizzical faces staring down at her.
    â€œGood. Now stretch your arms out and reach for the other side.” He moved around to the end of the table opposite her and took hold of her left arm first, bringing the trailing ropes down to the table leg and fastening them there. A momentary upswell of panic raced through her when she realized how firmly she was being tied, no slack at all in the rope for her to attempt to stand. Then the panic faded, leaving another sensation in its place: arousal. Ian secured her right arm in the same way, tying her flush against the tabletop. She tugged on her wrists, tried to free herself, and couldn’t. Ian had done his job well. He walked around beside her, standing so close that she could just about feel him against her hip.
    â€œHow does that feel, Emma?” His voice was confident, the voice of a man completely at ease with himself in that precise moment. “Is it uncomfortable?”
    â€œIt’s secure but not uncomfortable.” She tugged again. “I can’t stand up or get away.”
    â€œDepending on your respective heights and the height of your table, this could be an option for penetrative sex.” She heard but didn’t see him moving behind her, and then he was pushing against the inside of her knee, making her step her feet apart and line them up with the table legs. When he stood, his hands traced briefly up the inside of her thigh, and she shivered. His hand hesitated when she did so. Had he felt her shiver? “I won’t tie her ankles here, but you can see how easily it could be done. These two ties are commonly used for tying someone spread-eagle, which is one of the more common positions for bondage sex.” She heard him step back from her. “If you want, you can come see how I’ve tied Emma’s arms, see the difference in the two ties, then you can try yourself. You can use the chair legs or any of the tables around the room.” He’d