Red Handed

There we were watching an episode of ‘Drunk History’, and T rang my phone.

“Can you let me in?”

Happy Holidays

T was supposed to have left on her 3 month trip this past Thursday, but her visa did not get processed in time for the flight and now her departure date has been delayed 10 days


a short length of stark white soft nylon cord and also a yellow ladder leash. The leash is just a piece of cheap yellow cotton cord.


I wrap her wrists a few times around and slide the clasp down snug, but not too tight. Lifting her hands over her head I quickly tie them to the headboard.

Her eyes tracking my every move.