The Knots that Bind: Keeping your Lover on Edge

Alice paced back and forth across the bookshelves, scanning and perusing the ancient tomes each time. This library was a point of pride for Gardius, housing knowledge that spanned centuries, unable to be found elsewhere. From matters of war to mythological tales of the past, there wasn't much one couldn't find if they looked hard enough. And yet, in this house of knowledge, surrounded by the wisdom of her ancestors, Alice found herself returning again and again to one particular book. Each time, like clockwork, she would do a lap around the library, as though distance would help ease the tension within her. Time and time again, as though lured by a siren's call, she'd find herself back in front of that same book, with its enticing title laid out before her, tempting her to reach out for it.

No, she would tell herself before departing once more, in search of something that would catch her interest. Yes, the book would say, and she would be back where she started, her eyes unable to focus on anything else around her. Before she knew it, the book was in her trembling hands, and she could feel a flush coming onto her cheeks as she slowly opened it up.

"Fine, just a few minutes," she mutters, not quite believing her own words. Luckily, there was nobody else in the library, so she needn't worry about rumors spreading. She was supposed to be prim and proper, after all.

To the princess, it was like diving into a whole new world. The idea of using implements during sex was a foreign one, but the book speaks of it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. For one lover to be bound and at the other lover's mercy, to be contorted and trussed like a hog... It was more than just scandalous, but Alice found herself enthralled. Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes turned to hours as she devours the contents within.

The lifelike artwork was yet another dimension, and it was easy to imagine herself as one of the characters in the book. Sweat perspired around her brow as she took in this forbidden imagery, her face burning now as she subconsciously moves one of her hands down into her skirt. Her own touch against her thigh was like lightning down her spine, and she bit her lip as she looked around, making sure someone hadn't come while she was absorbed with her research.

The next page was even more vivid, and by now Alice was acutely aware of the slickness gathering between her legs. She craved a touch, even if it was to be her own, and she wasn't sure if she could make it back to her room in this state. She needed release, and she needed it now.

Spreading her legs in a most unladylike way, Alice slides her fingers inside her panties, shuddering softly as she moves the fabric aside. The cool air that flowed was like heaven on earth, and as her fingers gently stroked her clit, she recalled the most vivid and taboo series of art she saw in the book.

In a dungeon, a girl not unlike her was dangling from the ceiling, her arms and legs pulled backwards and bound by a single rope that left her suspended in the air. Gagged and blindfolded, the girl was deprived of most of her natural senses, leaving her sense of touch and hearing more sensitive than ever. Beside her, dressed in an outrageous lingerie set, was another girl, armed with an array of toys. The fun was about to begin...