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moved around near her head and gestured expansively to the room.
    Emma stayed in that position while a few people came up to her, looking at the knots on her wrist and on the table; after a moment or two, each couple left to try it themselves. She realized she’d left her legs open, her ankles pressing into the outside of each table leg, and quickly closed them.
    As soon as the last couple had looked her over, Ian began untying her hands. “Thanks, Emma.” His voice was calm, but he glanced at her several times, catching her eye, looking uncertain. “That was all right for you? Not too much?”
    â€œIt was fine.” She smiled and let him unloop the rope from her wrists. “Very comfortable, actually, considering I was tied up.”
    â€œGood. Comfort is important.” He moved back into teacher mode, walking around to investigate the people who were currently tying their partners to chairs and tables all over the room. There was a lot of laughter in the room, a feeling of conviviality and overall togetherness, and she knew already that the workshop was a success. Initial discomfort long forgotten, the group was having a great time and learning new things. She rubbed her wrists again and looked at Ian. Maybe she was learning new things, too.
    When everyone had had the opportunity to try fixed point tying, Ian explained a few modifications that would lead to different levels of penetrative sex, including tying the legs back to the headboard or top corners of the bed, and he showed a few basic hitches for allowing this position with maximum comfort to the bottom. He didn’t demonstrate any of those positions on her, probably knowing that they didn’t have a bed, and the angles weren’t right on the table, or maybe not wanting her to feel too exposed with her legs up over her head. He showed a few other positions in pictures, modifications on what they’d already done, like a doggy-style position that tied both hands together and bound them to the footboard, then tied the legs apart, forcing the bottom down on her shoulders and face. Emma lingered on that picture for a moment, imagining the sensation, before Ian’s words brought her out of it.
    â€œThe next thing we’re going to do is a crab-tie.” Ian held up another picture and showed it around the room, finally turning to where Emma could see it as well. The girl in the picture was lying on her back with her knees bent up to her chest, her wrists bound to the insides of her ankles. Emma swallowed, feeling another rush of arousal, and shifted slightly on the yoga mat. Ian looked at her for a moment before turning back to the group. “You’ll need two medium-length pieces of rope for this, and if you want, you can do it right along with me as I tie Emma. Emma, if you wouldn’t mind lying on your back with your side to all of us?”
    Emma lay back, staring up at the drop ceiling of her workroom, her hands beginning to sweat. She pressed them to her pants to dry them. Then Ian’s hands were on her ankle, right where her pants had ridden up, and she couldn’t look at him, could only stare up at the ceiling as she felt rope snug up around each ankle and thanked her lucky stars she had thought to shave her legs on a whim this morning, just in case.
    Ian began giving instructions for how to wrap the rope, first around the ankles, as he had done, then around the wrists, where to apply reverse tensioning, where to cinch it, but she didn’t listen. All she could do was focus on the sensation of her wrists being bound snugly again. She was taking short little breaths that she tried to calm, but when he cinched the first side, her wrist and forearm now firmly bound to her ankle and shin, she nearly started panting. Oh God, the ropes were so tight. They didn’t hurt, but they didn’t leave her any room to move. She felt Ian sit down in the space between her legs to finish the tie, his hips