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calming breathes and gained
control, though knowing it wouldn’t last forever. Her token
struggles were part of the show but they played havoc with his
cock.
    “Step
aside,” Monroe ordered the men. As they complied, one placed the
chain in Monroe’s hand. Monroe lightly brushed the fingers of his
other hand across her jaw and over her cheek.
    When she tried to pull
back, he tightened his grip on the chain and jerked her down to her
knees. His hand went to the back of her head and lifted the braid.
He pulled slightly, then let the hair trail through his fingers
until he was several inches from the end. He lifted the rope of
hair handing it to Zach.
    From his position, Zach
couldn’t do what he longed to do: bring the braid to his nose and
inhale. If he had a fetish besides bondage, it was the silky feel
and perfume of a woman’s hair. He settled for pulling her head up
and back, exposing the slender lines of her neck to the
onlookers.
    Monroe went to his knees
and placed a kiss at the juncture of her throat where it curved and
met her shoulder. Taking a small key from his pocket, he released
the chain from the cuffs holding her hands together. He grabbed her
arms and lifted her smoothly to her feet.
    The onlookers were silent,
mesmerized. The only sound was the steady beat of some dark and
primal instrumental music.
    This was Monroe’s erotic
sculpture. He always held his audience spellbound. His prints sold
for thousands of dollars. He didn’t need the money, only the sexual
eroticism from weaving the rope and creating his
masterpieces.
    Zach saw Monroe’s nod, and
wound the end of Angel’s braid around his wrist, pulling her back
toward him. She was two feet away when he eased the pressure.
Monroe turned her, pulling her arms behind her back, wrist on
wrist. He began looping the strands of rope around her wrists using
a square knot to secure them before bringing the rope over her
shoulder.
    He adjusted the rope over
her upper arm and continued weaving the rope around her to include
her other arm. He worked with a single-minded purpose, completely
in his zone, his eyes reflecting the intensity of what he
created.
    The models lived for the
occasional smile or gentle caress while he worked. Though Angel
couldn’t see him, Monroe kissed her on the neck and shoulder,
offering comfort and praise along with low whispers in her
ear.
    Zach watched as the double
strands twisted below the weight of her breast. Monroe ran his hand
beneath her breasts, straightening and then tightening the loop
around her front so her breasts pinched down together between the
strands.
    Again, he tied off at her
back, and then continued crossing the rope over her shoulders and
between her breasts in an intricate pattern.
    When he finished, he walked
to the side of the demonstration area and came back with two
jeweled nipple clamps. He roughly pulled Angel back to his chest
and clipped the clamps quickly on her nipples leaving a thin gold
chain dangling between the sweet swells. She gave low groans with
the pain and flinched slightly.
    Zach loosened his grip on
her hair, allowing her head to drop forward in
submission.
    Monroe reached up, passing
the end of the rope connected to her back through a suspension
ring. Hers was not spring-loaded, and from here on out, her
mobility would be curtailed completely. She rose to her tiptoes
when Monroe pulled the rope tight and then gave Zach a
nod.
    Zach grabbed the web with
one hand and then removed his feet from the rope structure, using
his good leg to push slightly away. With the spring-loaded winch
attached to his harness loosening its tension, he moved easily,
looking almost as though he floated. He circled his other leg
around Angel’s upper body, lowering further until he could grasp
her upper arms.
    He could feel the heat she
was giving off through the thin cotton of his pants. Her head
turned in his direction when she realized two people now controlled
her movement.
    “It’s Master Zach,”