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in the room were also a plus for him. Some of the
positions in traditional kinbaku could be stressful on the knees and
other joints.
    Sliding the door shut behind him, he closed off his private domain
from the rest of the house. It was one of the few rooms reflecting his mother’s
heritage, aside from his master bedroom. As he turned back around, he took in
Sabella as she stood next to the rice paper banners with his mother’s family
name written on it — the Japanese characters a stark contrast to the creamy
paper. She was tracing her fingers over the letters. The sun from the skylight
poured over her as if embracing her in its arms. The small potbelly stove
between the two banners held the incense burner and a variety of red and white
candles. Standing to the side of it, she was in the correct position to begin
his personal pre-bondage ritual. But first there were a few things they had to
go over.
    “While I don’t embrace all of my mother’s culture, I do have some
rituals I do adhere to, Sabella. And at the moment you’re standing in the
middle of the most important one.” Once he was closer, he stepped up behind
her, drawing in her unique scent but also that of previous burnings of jasmine.
“But before we go further, I need to know your safeword. Amongst everything in
the BDSM scene, it’s what I hold sacred above all else. Your submission will
mean nothing to me if it’s not freely given. Do you understand?”
    She looked over her left shoulder, exposing the slender column of
her neck to him. He wanted to trace his fingers over the delicately pounding
pulse, to monitor her excitement by how fast it beat against his thumb, or even
better his lips. “Of course.” She swayed towards him
before catching her balance. “It’s Dobby.”
    He leaned forward a bit to inhale her scent. “Do you not like
Harry Potter books?”
    “I love all of them actually, but it’s hard to think about sex
when you’re thinking of a little house elf who’s ready to take on the world.”
    “Very true.” Unable to resist, he brushed his fingers over her skin. “So Dobby
is your safeword. Do you have a slowdown word?”
    Her eyes drifted shut but she kept her head up. “No, I don’t.”
    Exhaling softly, he gave her a choice. “How
about matsu ? Could you remember that if you need me to slow
down?”
    “ Mat…su.” She drew out the word, before giving a small nod.
“Yes, I think so.”
    He wanted to growl at the sound of his native tongue coming from
her but resisted. “Good. Now limits, even though this isn’t a true scene. But I
do need to know if there is anything that’ll cause you
distress when it comes to bondage.”
    She licked her lips, before opening her eyes. “I’m pretty open to
almost everything when it comes to bondage. I just ask you be careful with my
right knee.”
    He arched a brow at her. “An old injury?”
    “Yeah, I blew it out during a skiing trip with my dad a couple of
years ago. Came down a slope and managed to catch the one lone tree on the
course. I had to have replacement surgery afterwards, but it still can give me
fits if I put too much strain on it.”
    “Good to know. There are several positions we can use that won’t
strain but instead support your knee.” He filed the information away for future
reference. He wasn’t planning on suspending her today. No, today he only wanted
her to understand the ritual he used, and how his hands would feel on her body.
“Okay, we’ve got that out the way, now I want to guide you through your part of
the pre-ritual before a kinbaku session. Do you have any questions before we
start?”
    She started to shake her head, before pausing. “Actually I have
one. How am I to address you during these scenes?”
    “The Sir you used earlier is fine, or you can call me Dom Ethan.
Either will work for me.” He cupped her cheek. “I won’t force you to call me
Master. I’m not that way, but don’t be surprised when we visit my club if you
hear