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Two Voices,pt6.. Amorist’s memory As she watches Scorpio at His craft….Amorist remembers a quiet evening of their Own…. Red ropes coiled waiting.. her mind clearing as the<b> rope </font></b>caresses her flesh, gasping slightly as it occasionally bites into her skin.. then relaxing, relaxing into the restraint's ,surrendering to its constraints, the<b> rope </font></b>becoming a part of her, alive around her torso…. Breasts displayed, torso corseted…. Swallowing as it coils gently around her neck, her necklace of submission, her red<b> rope </font></b>collar…. With her mind fallen Scorpio takes her dress and tells her to lift her arms as He slides it over her body…. The<b> rope </font></b>clearly seen around her throat, knots and patterns detectable under her close fitting dress…. Smiling He takes her hand and they walk to the door.. Amorist hesitates, but only for the briefest moment, then follows, as He knew she would…. Scorpio sits her at a table and walks to the bar to get drinks…. She is aware people are looking, some covertly, others with open interest, a few with shock…. Amorist cares for none of these… she remains focused, in her place, held in His Ropes, bound by His ties…. |
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These are so good - I may stop writing.
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Watch out for those Scorpios
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