Ariel Anderssen Lie Down. Put Your Arms Behind Your Back. Grab Your Ankles

Those were the words on the note Ariel found when she got home, on the bed right next to the big intriguing pile of hemp rope. She couldn’t figure out where he was hiding, but she knew he’d be able to see her, somehow. Maybe a camera in the wardrobe or something? These were always the very best days, and she had a feeling he had something special in-store. Maybe that ultra-tight hogtie they’d talked about, the one where she was tied so tight she couldn’t get her wrists away from her ankles at all? Not every girl was built right to get into such an extreme position, and Ariel was proud of her ability to do so. Maybe he had decided it was time to test her limits?