You are standing in my room, the air is warm, but the wooden floor beneath your bare feet is still cool. In the flickering candlelight, I have just tied a scarf over your eyes, and stepped back to look at you; the colour of your shirt and trousers lost to the darkness. Your long hair, tied in a single thick braid, hangs down your back. I step towards you, close to you; close enough to feel my breath on your neck. I raise my right hand, stroking your cheek with the backs of mu fingers as I reach to grab the back of your neck before pulling you in for a kiss. Your soft lips against mine, your tongue finding mine. You raise your hands to hold my head, running your fingers into my long hair. Pressing each other together, our kisses are deep and passionate. I break the contact, leaving each of us breathless. I whisper into your ear to put your arms behind your back. As you move to obey my command, I walk round behind you, grabbing a length of doubled rope from the dark wooden chair in the...