[Author’s note: This story is currently under revision. I took a break from the site for a few years, and now that I’m looking at my old stories, I’m finding it hard to carry them forward without bringing them more in line with my current sensibilities.

You might notice some small changes, adjustments, and corrections. You will definitely notice where I’ve revised up to so far (about half way through). From that point onward, the chapters will be much different. I’m writing a more gradual progression for Ana into the world of bondage that, to me, feels more natural and nuanced.

I’m writing this note now because the differences between what I wrote before, and what I’m writing now, have a reached a point where the transition is completely jarring and inconsistent, and wanted everyone to be forewarned before they got to that point. When I have revised the whole story, I will remove this author’s note and replace it with a “2.0” tag at the very top. Then I will begin adding new chapters. Happy reading]

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You prepare coils of rope and strips of leather for tomorrow's shoot, cutting different lengths for the model's ankles, wrists and torso. Satisfied, you gather the rope and leather, organizing the bundles by length and purpose before tucking them into a cabinet beside the stage.

You’ve only seen a selfie and a few pics on social media. Unfortunately, the model was modestly dressed in every picture.

You read the notes you've gathered.