It wasn’t the rope that hooked me, it was his hands.I came to Club Temptation to watch. To stay safely behind the rope, wide-eyed and untouched. Because watching was fine. Quiet. Harmless. But participating? That was dangerous.
Then Dominic offered a lesson. One-on-one. Hands-on.
Now I’m on my knees, wrapped in his rope, unraveling under his touch.
He’s my instructor—calm, controlled, devastating with a length of jute and a smile that cuts right through me. I should’ve kept it professional. I should’ve walked away.
But I didn’t. And now I don’t know where the rope ends and I begin.
Because what he’s undoing isn’t just my body, it’s everything I thought I could keep control of.
Inside you will find an F/M night with a rope-savvy instructor and a curious beginner at Club Temptation, a slow burn that turns hot fast, all reverent hands, real aftercare, and a quick read that gives you both filth and feels.