Japanese bondage

“You have to smooth this to one side and pull it tighter,” Miku murmured as she examined Elizabeth’s knots.
Darcy winced as the rope tore into his wrist and arms.

Miku continued, “Japanese bondage strives for artistic perfection. It also instils fear and pain to the person being bound, and gives control and satisfaction to the person who masters the binding. Madam, try to imagine that this handsome Mister has offended you. Think of the revenge you want to mete out to him. How you want him suffer? How you want to dominate him?”

As Miku continued her coaching, Darcy felt the knots tighten further around his hands and arms. From the several mirrors positioned in the room, he could see Elizabeth’s facial expression. She was biting her lips, concentrating on perfecting the knots, but her frown intensified, turning her face to thunder. What had he done to make her so angry with him? His mind went through their acquaintance again, and he felt he was the wronged person in the relationship, not her. She had to be the one who had lashed at him while he had been unconscious, the one who had sold the photo to the tabloid. He couldn’t be wrong. He gritted his teeth to bear the pain, and wouldn’t allow her to hear a word of weakness uttered by him.

“Perfect!” Miku declared. “Madam, you are a fast learner.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth replied casually.


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