“The resistance of a woman is not always a proof of her virtue, but more frequently of her experience.”
Ninon de L’Enclos
“What is this Kinbaku you spoke in the night?” The wolfkeeper asked her master.
He glanced her way, not sure if he should answer. Seeing her anticipation, a curiosity that seemed willing to explore further, maybe participate in learning, the master replied. “It is the art of rope binding. In this art form, the snared woman is the succubus of her dominus. It can take years to become a master in the art of tying the knots. It can take a lifetime to master the art of bonding a willing female to the art. In this bonding of succubus to her Dominus or master, the master is consumed and the woman transformed.”
“How is she transformed, master?”
“She must surrender everything in her free will and be reduced to that point of her emergence from the womb. She is naked and bound in intricate ways with each knot, each strand of special twisted rope, bringing her into a condition of sensory overload. Her agony becomes her greatest ecstasy.”
“But how is the master consumed?”
“The woman in her place between agony and ecstasy forms a sexual bond with her master. No man can walk away from this bond because of its addictive power and his innate nature of lust. She becomes his succubus consuming his dreams and draining his life energy through their insatiable sexual union.”
“Does the master die?”
“Only if the woman doesn’t.”
“If the master dies and the woman lives, what then?”
“She becomes the master and must find a naive apprentice before the madness takes her.”
“Can you tie the knots, master?”
They look into each other’s eyes for an indeterminable amount of time. The master takes the wolfkeeper by the arm and leads her away.