Two months ago, when Melinda signed up for a class in Shibari, the Japanese art of erotic rope bondage, she had thought it would be a pleasant diversion. Nothing serious. Maybe she would learn something to try with her boyfriend.
But when Irene, the little firebrand of an instructor, had caught Melinda and Erika being disrespectful, she had demanded that they stay after class. "You have a choice," she said. "You can either drop out of the class. Or you can explore what can be done with the ropes once they have been tied around your bodies."
Irene had that look in her eyes, the same look as when she had tied ropes around the most intimate parts of her students' bodies.
"We're in," said Erika. She was tall, blonde, Amazon. Fearless.
Irene turned to Melinda, the look of a huntress in her eyes. Melinda wanted to shake her head but Erika reached behind her and pulled down on her hair, then let go.
Irene smiled, interpreting the head movements as a nod. "I'll book the room for an extra hour next week."
A shiver went down Melinda's spine...
