Every possibility coiled, twisted and wrapped. Shall I follow the lines of your form, exploring, enjoying, enhancing? Shall I lull you into peaceful dreams before fastening you so that you are mine to use.

Shall I ask your permission and look innocent as I secure your wrists and ankles before the rest of the plan becomes clear?

Shall I use these delightful lengths to make you my toy and let my unending appetite for you loose? Shall I overwhelm you with pleasure?

Or, shall I hand you the bundle and my consent and see what happens next?

Bundles of rope on a beautiful woodland cloth. The ropes are teal-green, orange and burgundy.
Shall I be an angel or a minx?

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