Shibari in the Woods

I can't see what he does, but I feel several loops of rope around my other wrist as well. When he's done, he comes around in front of me. "Try to move your hands," he instructs.

I do my damndest, but while I can wiggle them a bit each direction, there's no way I can get out of the ropes, or even get my hands in front of me to try to untie the ropes.

It's taken all of five minutes, and I'm already bound and helpless, unable to use my hands or arms for anything.

Kathy met Seth on an outdoors dating site. He's 20 years her senior, handsome, and clearly knows his way around the woods. She is excited to get to know him, his expertise, and his body.

He's taking her on their first date, a camping trip in the remote Rocky Mountains. Kathy is hoping that they'll have a secluded campground, and maybe they can take things further than just going on a date.

They haven't planned any rock climbing, though. So why does Seth have so much rope in his backpack?

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