

Running some lengths of rope around your weak, helplessly aroused body is far from being the peak of our session, darling: think of it as if it was a symphony! The *crescendo* is when I suddenly pull on your hair, making you shiver, and the *innuendo* is when I start laughing at the fearful expression on your face. I'll tell you about *forte* and perhaps even *fortissimo* once I deem you ready for such degrees of intensity...