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I met her at EXXXOTICA Miami: Angela August, sweet and bright-eyed, practically trembling when she asked me to tie her up. I could tell right away that she wanted it bad, even if she didn't know exactly what it was. So I brought her up to my hotel room, pulled out my rope, and made her mine.

This is a slow, quiet scene, but it thrums with tension. I tie Angela with care, winding the rope around her soft curves, watching her squirm just a little. She's not used to being handled like this. Restrained, displayed, owned. And I make sure she feels it.

She doesn't speak much, but her eyes say everything: nervous, needy, aching to please. I tease her with touch and proximity, firm but deliberate, my long stiletto nails scraping her skin, reminding her that her safety is in my hands. My rope becomes an extension of my will, and her body becomes the canvas. I'm saving the roughness for later scenes. This is about control, intention, and the slow burn of surrender.