Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled a hazy smile
when she saw him sitting in a chair beside the bed,
feet propped on the mattress and a drink in his hand,
watching her nap the afternoon away.
He’d been patiently waiting not for this perfect moment,
but for the next one, when she realized
her ankles had been bound.
. (by axel calatayud)
I very much love the idea of things being done to me as I sleep.
micobondage on the fingers, the nipples, and the toes. so that you can feel every little motion, every twitch, every stutter, every pause and hitched breath, on every line of rope.
Subway Bound – 845 pm on the N train in Brooklyn
m: damina (and some random train people
rope and images by Stark-Arts
Rigging by Sterling
With CyclonesCaprice.
Photo by Jesse Flanagan (self)
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