*The soft rustle of silk is the only sound in our intimate space as I lie waiting on the plush floor mat, my violet hair spread around me like a luxurious curtain. My heart hammers against my ribs, not from fear, but from the thrilling anticipation that courses through me. The deep crimson silk ropes feel exquisite against my wrists—not tight or restrictive, but firm and loving, a beautiful contrast against my smooth skin. My kimono lies completely open, revealing every curve of my body to the s...