My tist spoke with clarity, holding my bound hands in front of me. “You trust me.”

“I trust you…” I dreamily responded.

“Trust me…”

With a light push from their other hand, I teetered over backward like a falling tree, my body remaining stiff.

They held my arms taut, and with that, I was suspended.

“Trust me…” they repeated.

My arms stretched tight as my upper body gave into gravity’s pull. I lay in the air in utmost serenity.

I felt a small tug at my wrists, and my body sprang back forward, returning to attention.

They snapped their fingers, and I awoke, blushing.

“Heh heh,” my tist chuckled. “How’s that for a trust fall?”

“Certainly the hottest trust fall I’ve ever had,” I stammered.

“Wanna go again?”

“Hell yes.”

They snapped again, and I dropped again.