By Hunter Perez

Simon looked at his phone’s screen and smiled. “It’s Jock – he’s downstairs in the parking lot and will be up in a minute. Bingo, do you want me to put shorts on you?”

I shook my head glumly. “No, that’s not necessary. Jock knows what a penis looks like – he’s been to museums.”

It was 5:30 on a Tuesday morning in my bedroom. Simon stood by the side of the bed as he slipped into his shorts and t-shirt. I was sitting on the bed, my bottom half unclothed while my top half was also without clothing – although it was also tightly encased in an elaborate web of bright red rope, with my arms bound behind my back.

Only five hours before, Simon announced that he wanted to try something that he viewed in an online video channel belonging to someone called Master Masanori, who claimed to be an expert in Japanese rope bondage. Simon had been studying these videos patiently and was very eager to try Master Masanori’s lessons. To his credit, Simon did a brilliant job recreating a rope pattern called the “Okinawan Fishing Net,” which he secured around my upper body. I will admit there was a strangely invigorating sensation in becoming encased within the intricate twists and turns of the rope. While I was tied up, Simon edged me for the next two hours – it was a kinetic experience that brought out the best in both of us.

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