Step behind her and begin applying a box tie.

Theo moves behind Kelly, his presence palpable even without physical contact. She can sense his closeness, hear the soft rustle of rope as he prepares to begin. Kelly's breath catches in her throat, anticipation and nerves mingling in her belly.

"Arms behind your back, please," Theo instructs, his voice low and steady.

Kelly complies, crossing her wrists behind her. She feels exposed, **** in a way she's never experienced before. The first touch of rope against her skin sends a shiver through her body. It's softer than she expected, but there's no mistaking its purpose.

Theo works efficiently, the rope sliding around her arms and chest. Each pass tightens the bondage incrementally, slowly but surely restricting Kelly's movement. She can feel the pressure building across her upper body, the ropes framing her breasts in a way that makes her intensely aware of them.

As the tie progresses, Kelly finds herself struggling to maintain her composure. Her breathing quickens, skin flushing with a mix of embarrassment and growing arousal. She bites her lip, fighting back a whimper as Theo cinches the ropes tighter.

Oh god, Kelly thinks, her mind reeling. I didn't expect it to feel like this. The sensation of being slowly, methodically restrained is overwhelming. She's torn between wanting to struggle against the bonds and an unexpected desire to surrender completely to the experience.