Week 9: Shibari, and Problems

“Two more weeks,” Garringer reminded me briefly after class. Madame Jade, the guest speaker for the Shibari class, was waiting for him so I assumed I wasn’t getting a new binder or any tips.

“Yeah,” I sighed.

“You’ll get it, son,” he said, clapping a hand on my shoulder encouragingly. “Or you won’t, and you’ll face the consequences.”

I was starting the dread each passing week, even if Amber had looked hot as hell with a corset of rope hugging her tightly. Not to mention Alexandra’s athletic black body trussed up and ready for fucking. But the countdown was getting way too fucking low and I still hadn’t figured out if I was making any progress at all.