I push your head down,
Tilting your hands
Behind your back
Up in the air. 

The dental floss winds and binds,
Around and around your
Hands and forearms. 
Squeezing your flesh
Into ridges and valleys
Only really biting
When you flex. 

I pull you back up by the hair
And whisper, "Fight it, sub.
Try to release yourself from my bonds."
You strain to no avail. 
Only leaving thin red bands
Running down your arms
And tears running from
Under your blindfold. 
"Good girl. Well done," I whisper
Lean over so that you can feel my breath. 
You smile. 

I re-commence my binding,
Around and around 
I spin my web, capturing your breasts
Cutting your nipples in two,
Binding your arms to your body
Leaving red and white lines
Down across your stomach
Uncomfortable but not painful. 
I bind your sweet and gorgeous ass
Passing the floss between your legs
Once, twice,
Catching your moist nether lips,
And your clit so proud. 

I hear from your breath 
That you are losing focus,
And I slap you to bring you back. 

And then back up,
Criss-crossing your beautiful soft flesh
Like miniature road systems
On pink terrain. 
Stomach, luscious breasts, 
I try to wrap around your nipples
To no avail. 
I laugh. 
You sigh. 
In that case - 
I find your nipple clamps.
They dig into your skin. 
You bite your lip. Much better. 

I continue spinning. 
Breasts
Shoulders
Neck. 

Throat.
Ah yes. Throat. 
Passing the floss 
From hand to hand as I
Wrap it tighter and tighter. 

I can feel your body fight me. 
And as it does, the dental floss
Tightens. 
The pulse on your neck
Straining against the floss. 
Tighter and tighter. 

And even so I can still see
The respect in how you hold yourself. 
Subservient. 
Willing.

To be continued.