“Picture Perfect,” a short story ‘Past-Present’ adventure with Kate. M/F, Consensual, Chairtie, cleve gag, ropes, sex

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“Picture Perfect,” a short story ‘Past-Present’ adventure with Kate.

M/F, Consensual, Chairtie, cleve gag, ropes, bound, gagged, sex, explicit


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Preface:

Having reached an age where it feels not only natural but necessary to set down the experiences of my youth, I’ve decided to test my writing skills once more and gather a handful of fond memories into a series of tales. Before I begin, it seems only fair to offer the reader a glimpse of what awaits within.

These pages hold moments that shaped me—some small, some significant, all softened by the passage of time. They are not meant as history or instruction, but simply as stories. In this collection, those stories lean toward adult themes and explore elements of consensual bondage as I experienced them in my younger years. While some details have been embellished for color or pacing, the core events, the personalities involved, and—most importantly—the mutual willingness of every participant remain true to life. Names and locations have been changed to protect privacy.

Each tale centers on a consensual power exchange scenario. There was never any real force, coercion, or deception involved; any sense of danger existed only within the boundaries of role play, something I trust will be evident as the stories unfold. The dynamics portrayed generally reflect a male-dominan, female submissive framework, occasionally involving more than one partner, and are written from a heterosexual perspective.

My storytelling tends to be expansive—some might say long winded—but for me, the build up is as essential as the resolution. These narratives are intended for mature adults only. If you are under eighteen, please set this aside and go enjoy the world beyond your screen. If you are between eighteen and twenty five, you may find more value in creating your own stories than in reading mine.

With that, we begin.

My stories generally fall into one of three timelines: my “college years,” which includes some interesting events that occurred both at and during the summers of my collegiate career, my young adulthood after college (which I will refer to as the “middle years”, and my early maturity or “past present” experiences, for lack of a better description. Interestingly enough, it’s that later slice of life that produced some of the most memorable moments. I am married now, having found my true love later in life, and NONE of those experiences will grace this or any other page, and at no time during my marriage have I ever strayed, so if that is implied in my stories somehow, forgive me as I try to stay to the basic truth of the matter.

At any rate, three recurring female protagonists appear throughout these stories, each based on a real-life partners of mine. I refer to them as “MJ,” “Kate,” and “Jen.” MJ is a shorter redhead, Jen is tall and athletically built with dirty-blond hair, and Kate is the epitome of the beautiful blond you might expect to see on a beach or in a club.

I have a type, as you’ll probably notice, and all three are well built from a male perspective. I dated each of them off and on for several years, drawn back again and again by their adventurous nature and their willingness to accommodate a certain kink of mine. At times, they even seemed to be as interested in bondage as I was—sometimes more.

There are other wonderful women I’ve been intimate with, many of whom also took part in bondage adventures, but MJ, Kate, and Jen were involved in so many of them that they naturally became the leading ladies in many adventures you may find here.

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The story begins:

If you ever have the opportunity to act out a scene with your lover, I highly recommend it. If I have her dress the part, even if that means you are buying expensive lingerie, new equipment, or even a piece of furniture, you will not regret it. Let's face it, all those purchases will be worth it, and you will probably find the opportunity to use them more than once.
A great example of this for me was with Kate.

Kate, to remind the readers, had been my girlfriend for a year or more in the past before we decided that, in the long run, we would not be able to make an exclusive relationship work. This was more for practical reasons than personality. The breakup was tough, but ultimately we both got over it and remained good friends, eventually becoming friends with benefits.

She was slightly younger than I, who at the time was in my mid-30’s, but still in fantastic shape. Kate is tall, almost 6’, and built like a volleyball player with large breasts to boot. Firm legs, buttocks, and waist led up to a set of firm, yet not enhanced, tits that had just the slightest sag, but a fantastic giggle when she jumped. Fair-skinned, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair just past her shoulders that has a slight natural wave completed the picture.

Since I had become open with Kate about my desires when it comes to bondage, and she became a willing participant in those activities when we were still dating, these “benefits” often included this element. Kate was the second female I had really opened up to about my “kink” and had surprised me with her unquestioned acceptance and even enthusiastic assistance with that.

So fast forward a number of years, and Kate and I were recovering from a non-bondage sexual escapade following a party we had both attended separately. I spent the night at her condo and we were sitting in the bed, cuddling and talking about whatever topic came to mind.

Now in one or two of our previous role-playing sessions, I had tied her up just like a damsel we had seen on TV or a movie. Like the time we had been watching an older episode of “Melrose Place” on TV and a redhead actress found herself tied up in the basement with a bomb about to explode.

That had really got my engine revving, and Kate had noticed, even commented that I was getting pretty “handsy” all of a sudden, noting that that seemed to happen when pretty girls were tied up on screen. I had smiled and mentioned that she could benefit from this effect if I could tie her up in a similar fashion.

Probably less than ten minutes later, Kate found herself in a modified hog tie, sitting on her legs, hands bound behind with a short tether attaching them to her bound ankles. A long, multi colored scarf held a smaller kerchief that was stuffed between her lips. She was far less covered with clothing than the actress in Melrose Place, but that was all for the better.

After making pleading mews and struggling against her bonds like we had seen played out on screen, I moved to “rescue” her, but only managed to get her gag out before first getting a reward in the manner of a blow job followed by a (once un tethered) doggy style romp bent over the couch seats. This, while her hands were still tied, and once the gag had been reapplied.

So fast forward several years again, and we are cuddling on her bed. We talked about our past romances, various sexual escapades, and somehow the topic of porn came up. Kate admitted that she enjoyed pornography occasionally and had watched some movies with past lovers, but found that often the partner had paid more attention to the women in the movie than her while performing in bed. She asked innocently enough if I had a similar experience.

It occurred to me that somehow I had missed the opportunity when we were dating to watch porn together, but I chalked that off to having a lot more fun getting it on in wild ways than lying in bed and watching two others have sex while I humped and pumped. I mentioned to Kate that I had watched some bondage movies with another lover in the past and that had led to some interesting sex.

“Bondage Porn ?” asked Kate, “I didn't even think of that, I guess I didn’t consider that that was a thing.”

“It is” I replied, “but we watched more ‘bondage movies’ than ‘Bondage Porn’ though the sexual content is certainly implied and the women generally are in states of undress or end up that way”

“What's the difference then?” Kate asked

“Well, many times the bondage porn is a bit graphic, a lot of it is kind of rough, and more often than not the actress does not look like she is enjoying the experience.. “ .. I continued, “I am more of a … well, they used to call it a ‘bedroom bondage’ kind of guy…. Ropes, tape, cloth, the occasional ball gag, and maybe a light spanking or flogging, but more for aesthetics and bueauty .. while there may be some overly dramatic acting that the girl is in distress, its clear that she it a willing participant and clearly ends up enjoying the experience.”

Kate nodded, smiled at me, and reached over for her laptop. Sitting up and opening it she asked, “OK, where would I find an example?”

I directed her to a free site with clips and a few full bondage videos and selected an older “Harmony Concepts” movie with Darla Crane and a few other women bound and gagged.

I moved the mark forward to a scene where Darla was bound naked, sitting up on a bed. White ropes held her wrists tightly behind her back while a harness surrounded her chest and wrapped around her upper arms, bringing them closer together. The ropes contrasted starkly against her skin and were carefully applied, making a clean and visually appealing set of loops around her torso. This caused her breasts to be pushed up and out. Her legs were similarly bound together above and below the knees with her ankles crossed and firmly fastened. A tight, thick white cleve with a knot filled her mouth, with the ends disappearing behind her red hair. Her large, brown eyes looked up pleadingly into the camera, and soft mumbling emitted from behind the gag. The struggles against the bonds were subdued, clearly just testing their security rather than an earnest attempt to rip them free.

“OK, that IS kind of hot,” Kate acknowledged. “Nice rack on the redhead .. I can see where this might get you hot and bothered.“

I was, in fact, getting pretty hot right then and could feel myself start to harden again. I shifted slightly in the bed, still covered by the sheets.

“Once or twice in the past, I had tied up a girl in the same manner as we had seen in the video and let it play in the background… I don’t even think I watched the screen once I had her tied up,” I told Kate. “It was more like the video came to life, and while I may have glanced at it back and forth, I actually spent most of my time pleasuring who it was I was with. She probably watched more of it than I did in fact.” ..Of course, after, I watched it to the end while she was still tied up…my reward after all”.

“Well, we are going to have to try that, Kate said, but I'm not coloring my hair red.”

I laughed, “There are plenty of beautiful blond models that look pretty close to you” I said,” I'm sure I can pick one of them out, In fact, since you are just the best fuck-buddy that ever existed at this point, Ill find one that had expensive lingerie on in the movie and then we can go out and Ill buy you a matching set for our little adventure….or at least as close as we can find.. kind of a thank-you gift if you will”

“Fancy underthings and sex?” Count me in, Kate said, her hand moving on top of my lap. ”looks like someone enjoyed the video of the redhead….. I have to do something about that.”

Kate handed me the laptop and then proceeded under the sheets. I held the small computer in the air pressing play on the video while Kate gripped by dick and began to tease it with her tongue. She used drool to lubricate the shaft and took turns with her hand and mouth on it, surrounding it, rotating around it, and plunging in and out back and forth. It didn’t take but a few scarce minutes before I could feel the heat and pressure welling up in me. Kate could sense it too as she took me deep into her mouth and made longer, more intense movements with her lips and tongue. I exploded in her mouth, and she continued to suck up and down, swallowing every drop.

When she re-emerged from under the covers, she lay on my chest and listened while I caught my breath.

“Yeah, something like that,” I said, but we will need to run the video to a TV or something, because I almost broke your laptop when I came just now.

Kate laughed.

We agreed that next week we would go out shopping, have a nice dinner at a restaurant and then head back to my place to try and imitate a bondage scene from a video. Kate said I could pick the video, but she wanted to have some say in the intimate apparel, since she was going to be able to keep it.

AS you can imagine, the next Friday did not come soon enough. I spent the week looking for the perfect video of a model for our upcoming session. This was more difficult than I had anticipated. Not that there was a lack of scenes with gorgeous, buxom, tall, blond models. Instead, I was having difficulty finding one with the perfect outfit, that looks fairly close to Kate and most importantly, managing to keep my hands off myself ..I didn’t want to ruin the experience by comparing my imagination to reality this weekend.

By Thursday night, I had found an excellent choice and took a screenshot of the model in her scantily clothed outfit.

That evening, I met Kate at an upscale set of restaurants and shops just a few miles from my house. We met in the parking lot, and she came over and gave me a long kiss. We talked a little about the evening and decided that we would go to the restaurant first, have a nice dinner and a few drinks, and then proceed to the lingerie store before the rest of our evening moved forward.

We found a restaurant we both liked, got a table in the back corner, and I let her order anything she wanted from the menu. Half a bottle of wine later, after a little cuddling, we decided it was time to go look for the outfit she would be wearing that night.

It was just a short walk to a well known lingerie store, and just before we went in, I showed her the screenshot of the model I had saved on my phone. Kate whistled softly and, looking straight into my eyes, asked if I really thought she was anywhere near as good looking as the model.

We went inside, and after about thirty minutes of Kate trying on a variety of fancy women’s underthings, we settled on a set that was close to what was in the picture and fit in a way she was pleased with. I had asked to see only part of what she was trying on, doing my best to tamp down the excitement and anticipation that was building.

I paid the clerk, who packed everything into a nice set of boxes, and we made our way back out to the parking lot. I slipped an arm around Kate’s waist and gave her a long, deep kiss, whispering in her ear, “See you back at my place.” I practically raced to my car, and within ten minutes, I was pulling into my garage, Kate’s truck right behind mine.

As she moved towards the master bath she noticed that I had a new chair that was positioned in the room and as she looked over onto the bed she noticed that I had added some additional items having purchased those recently from before I had gone out to meet Kate for dinner she turned back towards me smiled looked at the items again winked at me and then proceeded into the master bath.

As she moved toward the master bath, she noticed the new chair I had positioned in the room, and when she glanced over at the bed, she saw the additional items I had laid out—things I had picked up earlier before meeting her for dinner. She turned back toward me, smiled, looked at the items again, gave me a quick wink, and then continued into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Twenty minutes later, she emerged.

I let out a low whistle as she stepped into view. Kate was wearing the full outfit we had just purchased.

Kate had straightened her hair and was wearing just a slight amount of makeup. She had on the thin, partially transparent white lingerie halter top, with a set of garters attached at the lower waistline. The garters ran down to matching white fishnet stockings that reached from mid-thigh all the way to the black pumps she brought. A pair of light blue, almost see-through silk panties contrasted with the white of the outfit, and her chest was pushed together and out, making a very appealing view of her cleavage. The tops of her nipples were visible over the cups the halter provided. The last accessory was a set of lace fingerless gloves that ran up to her biceps.

Kate stepped into the bedroom and brought her index finger to her lips, biting it playfully as she looked at me and batted her eyelashes. She walked forward with a slow sashay, her legs crossing in front of her, and said, “Whatever shall we do now?”

I motioned toward the wooden kitchen chair that was now placed in the center of the room, facing the large screen TV in the corner. I had purchased this chair specifically for this scene, having found it at a nearby thrift store once I saw that it was a very close match to the one in the video. It had a pain-wooden seat, sturdy legs supported by cross-braces, and a curved back rest.

As she walked over to the chair and stood in front of it, I stepped over to the laptop, which had an HDMI cable running to the TV, and pressed play on the video I had already queued up.

I paused the video mid-scene, with the screen mirroring the image I had taken a screenshot of and shown Kate earlier. Smiling, I twirled my finger, indicating for her to turn with her back to me. She did so obediently, bringing her hands together behind her.

I grinned to myself, picking a pre-staged length of the white I had purchased earlier that afternoon at a hardware store. I made several consecutive wraps around her wrists, which I had positioned together. Running two more wraps between them, I knotted it off tightly and left a ten-foot section trailing from them.

Then I looped another section of rope and began to tie it around her upper arms, still behind her back. This set of bindings cinched her elbows closer together, providing the bonus of forcing her chest even further up and out. One last hitch was pulled just a smidge tighter. Kate gave a light gasp, straightened up even more as her arms became another half inch closer. Again, her chest rose, now exposing half of each nipple. Once I secured this set, I slowly spun her back around.

With a smile on her face and biting her lower lip, Kate allowed me to back her to the chair and then to a seated position. She draped her arms over the back of the chair, finding that they hung comfortably as the top of the backrest only came halfway up her torso.

We met eye to eye and lingered as I slowly took to my knees in front of her. Kate had brought her legs together when she sat, perhaps anticipating that I would tie them together. I peered over my shoulder at the TV screen and then back to her. Oh no, my dear, legs to legs please. I placed my hands on her thighs and opened her legs so that each was parallel and against the chair leg on each side.

I ran my hands slowly up and down her thighs. Kate's eyes closed and opened, then closed again as she lost herself to the feeling of both being bound and being caressed. I looked down at the pale blue silk panties and then back to her.

“If you are planning on these being used again in the future, we should probably get them off,” I said slyly as I could. My hands ran back up her legs and now onto her crotch, fingers ever so lightly caressing over them.

“That would be good,” Katre managed in almost a whisper as she exhaled from my touch, head back and eyes squeezed shut.

My index fingers slipped under the waistband as my thumbs made soft circles on top of her crotch. Slowly, I pulled them off her legs, exposing that wonderful short runway of pubic hair as her private areas became exposed and visible.

“Any chance you can hurry up so we can hump?” Kate asked, half joking and half serious.
I smiled at her favorite euphemism for sex. I stood slowly and deliberately. My eyes stared into hers.

“oh Baby, we are just getting started,” and stepped behind her. Kate turned to look and watched as I selected a folded white cotton cloth from the pile of material I had set up on the bed. The fabric was smooth and thin, requiring numerous folds along its length to establish enough girth. At two and a half feet in length, it was now bout three inches wide and matched, as close as I could get, the cleve gag that adorned the model's mouth in the still image.

My I draped the cloth over her shoulder as my right hand came around and covered her mouth. Pulling lightly, she murmured against the hand gag. I allowed my middle two fingers to slip between her lips, and she responded by gently suckling on them. I could feel her hands grasping at my legs and trying to work their way up toward my groin. The upper arm tie. However this made it a difficult task. I stood for a moment, looking down at my bound beauty, my eyes lingering on her chest as it rose and fell slowly; each repetition seemed ready to break free from the baby doll top.

My left hand came forward, having balled her panties into a small bunch. Pulling my right hand from her face, I touched the silk cloth to her lips. Seeing what I had placed in front of her, Kate opened her jaws, accepting them as a voice silencing wad that was to be held inside her mouth. Pushing it between her teeth, I brought the white cotton strip of cloth across her mouth and tucked it between both sets of jaws, securing the panties safely inside.

Kate bit down on the cleve gag as I tightly secured it behind her neck and under her hair.

“Mmmmmmpphhhhffhhh” Kate exclaimed behind the gag. This was both a test of its effectiveness and an approval of the addition. Kate and I had once read a book called “The Joy of Sex” spending numerous evenings trying out the positions and efforts it provided. In the Bondage section, it mentioned gags, and I believe the quote was “ a good gag like a bottle of champagne with bubbles building until it bursts.” (or something like that) She had mentioned to me once that when she a gag in her mouth during sex, it allowed her to really let loose, and it felt like it was helping her build up a momentum otherwise not available.
Who was I to complain?

For me, a tight gag, … especially a cleve gag, where the cloth is pulled tight against the side of the case, tapering both behind the neck and as it disappeared into the mouth… was extremely erotic. Less so if a non effective gag was applied. Still, I am a student of the thought “any gag is better than no gag at all” .

Gags are such an incredible turn on, the silencing of the maiden, her moans or groans emitting from behind the cloth, tape or ball. I appreciate the contrast in color that often occurs either contrasted to white teeth or the skin of the willing “victim” ..amazing.

Gag applied, I pulled loose the two straps still holding the corset up and let them fall along the sides of Kate's arms. Next, I reached down and gathered the length of rope still draping from her wrist bindings. I pulled this down and around the cross bar on the legs of the chair, securing her tightly and leaning back just a touch. Then came exactly five wraps of rope that wound below her shoulders, over the top of her chest, securing her upper arms to her torso, pinning them against the chair back. I looked over at the TV to make sure it was as close a match as I could make. Noting that the model had her top pulled down below the breasts, I made that adjustment. As each individual boob was pulled free, it sprang forth and expanded out. They still did not sag much at all, and her nipples, now small, dark, and hard as a diamond, pointed out and upwards.

Leaning down and kissing her cheek, I whispered in her ear, “you are so hot, I am going to make you cum more than once tonight my stunning captive. “

“MMMM..MMMhh…MMMGGHMMHH “ was all I could make out, but her nodding of the head made it clear that she was on board with this goal.
I looked out at the TV at the still frame picture and compared it to my willing captive. I admired the similarities and took stock of what else had to be accomplished.

Reaching down, I cupped her right breast and admired both the heft and the firmness, squeezing slightly in my hand. It was somehow both milky smooth to the touch but electric in my hands. She groaned into the gag as I ran my fingers over the top and points of them, tweeking the nipple as I nibbled her ear.

I moved quickly in front of her, positioning myself again between her legs. Looking back at the video image, I grabbed two more lengths of white line and made about 8 loops over each ankle, and then cinched four or five between each ankle and the left or right leg of the chair.

Once they were tied with a double knot, I leaned back and bent to see the TV. When I looked back at Kate, I could see she too was comparing her bindings to the ones on the TV model, her eyes running from her own chest to the models, then straining against the chest bindings and last the legs.

I admired this for the moment, then stood and walked over to a bedside table, opening the drawer and removing a lipstick-sized, bullet-shaped object as well as a tube that looked like exotic toothpaste. I turned back to my bound and willing captive and walked towards her, holding the two items up in front of me. Her muffled moan started to grow in intensity, pitch, and in speed as she recognized one object as a battery-operated vibrator that I have used with her in the past, and the second one as an edible lotion that stimulates and creates heat.

Stepping up to the TV and Computer I press the play button, and the video snapped into motion. The blonde model struggled mightily against her bindings. She grimaced and groaned into the gag It stretched her full body against the white ropes that bound her to the chair.

Kate's eyes fixated on the video and I could see that she two tested the resilience of the ropes and her mouth stretched against the cloth in her mouth

I returned to kneeling in front of her and placed my arms on top of her thighs. Opening the tube of lubricant, I squeezed some out into the palm of my left hand with my right fingers, I rubbed it in a circle and then took the two main fingers and placed them along her inner thighs, coating there, her pubic region, just under her damp and waiting lips.

I twisted the bottom of the battery-operated vibrator and held it in one hand while my other slowly massaged the outside of her waiting pussy.

Kate’s eyes were locked onto me as I smiled and then lowered my head into her lap. As my tongue started to trail down from her belly button over her pubic hair, and then into her softest nether regions, I began slowly introducing the vibrating bullet. First, just the exterior section of her lips, and then making slow, deliberate probes inside.

Meanwhile, my lips and tongue began to nibble and lick and make motions, including the alphabet, roman numerals, and any other tongue exercises I could think of.

Kate began to rotate her hips in unison with my movements, and her grunts and groans started to speed up and gain in volume.

As I licked and nibbled, I pushed the vibrator against her, into her, and around the edges. Then my free hand, which had been moving from one tit to the other, came down and with two straight fingers, inserted into her along side the vibrator and my tongue.

MMMMMPPPPPHHHHHFFGHHHHHH ! MFFGD MFFFGD Kate tried to exclaim.

In gag-talk, I was pretty certain this was a cry out, or a thank you to a god.

I worked feverishly, trying to match my movements to her hip motions and her building ecstasy.

Suddenly, with a well-muffled, yet obvious explosion of emotion, Kate's legs tensed and a shudder ran through her body as she orgasmed, spasming for almost a minute, all the while I kept the vibrator vibrating and my fingers pumping inside of her

When her shaking body calmed, and she became still in the chair, I leaned back and watched her as she breathed heavily through her nose. She had her head tilted back, causing the gag to strain against her neck, and her lips and teeth to show the gag pushing her panties even deeper into her mouth. Kate had her eyes shut as she let the endorphins and adrenaline run through her body.

Kate seemed almost limp against the ligatures.

When I stood, I could feel the stiffness of my member as it pressed against my pants. It was clearly rock hard, and I realized both from the heat I felt growing up through my body and the almost electric humming coursing through my brain that I too, was ready.

I quickly Loosened the bindings around her ankles her upper arms and around her shoulders and I bent and untethered her wrists from the chair Kate stood obediently and I almost carried her over to the bed. Grabbing her around the waish I almost threw her into the middle of the bed. Arms still bound behind her, I helped her head onto a pillow, back on the bed. I pulled her legs into an open position, with her upper legs folded against the lower in a lying back crouched manner. I thought about applying ropes into a frog tie, but decided that I could not wait, instead taking a second pillow and shoved it beneath her buttocks, which raised her pelvis into the air so that it was even more exposed to me.

I quickly struggled to free myself from my pants and underwear, kicking them off my legs onto the floor I knelt in front of Kate, my dick hard, and stretching forward towards her. Kate’s head was tilted forward, looking at me, her eyes focused directly on this long, pointed shaft aimed directly back at her.

Placing my hands on both sides of her lower waist, I pulled myself into her….At first, I made a slow, deep entry followed by an equally slow and deliberate exit. Feeling every inch of friction and some of the residual lotion's heat. Then, thrusting back again, each time was slightly faster, slightly deeper, and slightly stronger. Now I was starting to breathe hard and fast.

Kate gasped, and from underneath the cloth filling her mouth, the muffled cries of approval started grow again in both speed and intensity. It matched my pace and our combined motions as it started to grow and build. Moments later, like a train coming down the track and blowing its whistle, I found that I could not hold it any longer, and exploded inside her.

Kate shuddered again, screaming through the gag, straining her head back, looking up at the ceiling, the tight cleave gag displaying just the slightest blue if the panties in her mouth

We came together, and I held for several moments deep inside as wave after wave after wave passed through us. Finally, having exhausted all of my energy for the moment, I rolled over to my side and pulled myself face-to-face with Kate.

She lay back and turned her gagged face toward mine in a questioning look.

I smiled. “I think there is another half hour of the movie,” I said to her ” Until then you are my bound and willing captive. Play your cards right And maybe I’ll get you to climax one more time tonight,”

MMMMggghh MMMghhh she replied in agreement.

I scooted so that I was half sitting with a pillow behind my back and started to watch the rest of the bondage porn, and more damsels found themselves in distress. Kate lay her head on my lap, which almost immediately started to cause my extremities to recover and the tingling to return.

As Kate and I watched the girls get re-tied in various positions, I started to think about what adventure we might have next..

Until then…