She’d brought it with her in the move, bundling it up into a tight ball before throwing it

She’d brought it with her in the move, bundling it up into a tight ball before throwing it at the bottom of her suitcase. Independence seemed much less incredible when you could fit it into a few boxes and a duffel bag, but it still tasted just as sweet.  It had slipped her mind by the time she got around to unpacking, though. It was her big rebellion, some first step onto the road to kink, and she’d let it fall from the forefront of her thoughts like just another saucepan or pair of panties. But there it was, coiled and ready to strike, at the bottom of her suitcase, the last thing to be unpacked. The last piece of her old life being the newest. The melodrama made her smirk. She’d found the rope in the shed, along with her father’s powertools and anonymous planks of half rotted wood, something saved over to fix… something. It would be useful, in some unforeseen future, and so it had been saved. The rope was probably victim to the same paranoid hoarding, only that wouldbe used, just not for the purpose he had intended.  It wasn’t heavy in her hands. Light, even. The braid and fibres were delicate and coarse at the same time, each one reinforcing the other, giving the end a false structure that meant it didn’t just drop out of her hand, but instead formed a graceful arc. She bit her lip. Her clothes didn’t take long to hit the floor, and it was even less time to get on the bed with one hand between her legs and the other trailing that luscious twine across her body. It felt ready, energy crackling along the surface, as if there was some unknown purpose that it was chomping at the bit to become a part of.  She had an idea. It was a faint one, something that danced in the fog of her mind, just about visible. It was to do with the rope, she knew that much, and it was to do with tied up, but she wasn’t intending to bring it to a reality solo. She’d have to find someone else. But for now, the rope would do, and she would do what she would with it. Get to know it, slowly, intimately. It would be there, and she would be there with it. And, eventually, someone would come along to tie her with it, make their relationship a little less casual. The thought made the hand between her legs move a little faster, and she threaded the rope between her teeth and bit down.  -- source link
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