Shibari part 1

Poetic:

The dirty drumming beat filled the room. Warm. Dark. Inviting.
V.N. stood behind me with his breath on my neck, hot and sticky. V.N. smelled my hair, neck and shoulders becoming more and more intoxicated. The thick paws of my of just deserts laid weight to thin air and rope against my body. I closed my eyes. With every wrap, every tie, every point the intention was clear, " You. Are. Mine"! I was.
First bind began at my backside securing my arms and hands, next my hips and thighs. Once the bind took shape my toes were incarcerated with my bent knee. Lifted into the dark room my limb raised towards the ceiling syncing with the now devilish grooves resonating within the halls of V.N. meditation room. The bind was tight against my shin and I was hopelessly balancing on one foot. Pain in my shoulders screamed for release while pain in my toes begged for mercy. V.N. drew close to my ear. With his hot breath and soft lips he says to me in a low ominous voice, "Good Girl".