Monday finally arrived, and I walked into my partner’s studio. They stood at the center, waiting for me next to their rope bag with a knowing smirk.

I pointed at my phone. “Do not disturb. The folks know not to call me tonight.”

“Thank goodness,” they said. “Are you ready to pick up where we left off?”

“Oh hell yes,” I sighed.

I knelt down in front of them, my back to them.

“Thankfully,” they purred, their voice slowing to a calmer, more hypnotic cadence, “you don’t need a slow induction. Sink.”

The trance didn’t take complete hold. Like last time, I maintained enough self-awareness to let them know if something was wrong. But my attention sharpened on them. My eyes closed. My head lulled forward.

I felt their rope slowly wind around my chest, and with each pass, I felt a little more of my stresses gently erode away.

Every time they pulled the rope taut, I gasped slightly and felt a little heat between my legs.

I felt utterly secure and serene, barely even noticing my arms being maneuvered behind my back… bound together… tied to the rope dress on my upper body…

Before I knew it, I felt myself begin to rise into the air again. I was so entranced by their rope pulls that I barely even noticed my legs being comfortably bound, my foot bound to my butt.

“Remain in trance, and open your eyes,” they suggested.

I complied. I softly noticed that I was upside-down. This did not upset me.

Before I could realize they were holding on to me, they let go.

The motion wasn’t sudden. It was slow, and small.

“This gentle, swaying pattern… you recognize it, don’t you?”

“Pendulum…” The word quietly fell out of my mouth before I could think about it.

“Good,” they cooed. “The motion comforts you as you rock back and forth… back and forth…”

“Back… and forth…” I repeated. “Back… and forth…”

~

They let me down, woke me from trance, and untied me some incalculable amount of time later, and we lay on a bean bag chair as negotiated for aftercare. I was in a light daze, both from the trance and the motion.

“This was really nice…” I said.

“I’m glad,” they responded, massaging the visible rope marks on my wrist. “You seemed like you really needed it.”

“I did… I really did.”

We lay quietly for a few moments more. I didn’t want to get up, but…

“Alright. We should probably head home. I’ve got some soup waiting for us.”

I got up, taking my time. I gave my body a long stretch.

“Mm. Thank you for this.”

“My pleasure.”