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He moves over to the bed. Turns towards her, tells her "Come here and kneel." He watches her as she moves. Her skin still damp and glistening in the candle light. Graceful and elegant is this sublime creature. She seems to almost float towards Him. He is amazed at how much he craves to be deep within her. As she lowers herself to her knees before Him. He remembers the thought, the one that He had pushed from His mind. Remembers that this one may have what it takes to make Him fall. As He chuckles to Himself He thinks, never. His eyes darken as He tries to push it from His mind. He goes to the chest where He keeps His very special playthings. Opens it, He removes a few things. Places them upon the table. He looks at her again. She is kneeling where He left her. Knees spread, back straight, backs of her hands resting on her milky white thighs and her head bowed. He thinks for a moment and reaches into the chest again. Places another item on the table next to the others. Closes the chest. He walks to her side. Fingers her hair, loves the feel of it. As well as the way that she responds to Him touching it. Slowly he wraps it around His hand. Pulls her to her feet. Still looks down on her as He stands a full foot taller than she does. Pulls her head back by her hair. His lips brush hers in a gentle loving kiss. As he releases her hair He says one word. "Come." She follows. He walks her to the table. Her eyes widen as she sees what He has placed there. He smiles as He sees her reaction. He reaches her for her hand. From the table He picks up a gold bracelet thick and wide, finely etched. She see that it is one of a set. He places it on her wrist locking it in place. He repeats the process on her other wrist. He picks up two larger gold bands. She watches. He lowers himself, kneeling on one knee. He opens and places the anklet on her. He stands. Looks into her eyes, and simply smiles. Taking her to His arms He kisses her deeply. Whispers to her "I have placed these upon you, only i can remove them." She smiles and nods. He moves to behind her. Wrists He commands. She complies putting her hands behind her back. Feels Him lock them together. A feeling of helplessness starts to grow in her. Not at all as she thought it would be. She feels oddly at peace with the feeling.      She watches Him as He picks a short piece of rope with clasps at each end puts it around her neck secures it in place. Seems quite loose to her. Slowly He feeds long pieces of rope under it. One after another. Letting the lengths fall into coils on the floor. He does this until He has fed twenty lengths of rope, each about ten feet long. Starting at the front center of her neck He builds a web. Rope tight between her legs pressing against her clit. Breasts bound tightly the knots pressing against them. Arms held tightly in place. Knots that are as beautiful to look at, as they are meant to hold her tightly. He sits on a pillow on the floor. "Spread your legs." She complies. He continues the web down each leg separately. Her legs made even more beautiful by the knots that He ties every few inches. When He is finished she has been transformed in to a spectacular piece of living art.