Kinbaku isn't a club. It doesn't exist on a map. But, for me, it becomes a state of mind after I agree to an unusual fee set by the photographer I absolutely had to have for the launch of my fashion line. Somewhere between saying "yes" and arriving at the studio for my session, the deal shifts ever-so-slightly to include my body tied in silken ropes by unfamiliar hands. Did I mention the blindfold? Or how intimately the ropes are tied, the unseen male manipulating my flesh, his body warming my skin as his scent and touch intoxicate my mind. My rope master pushes me beyond the limits of self-control until, bound and helpless, I surrender in a quivering mess. When the blindfold is finally removed, he's gone. ******************** Note, this is a short story of a little over 5100 words and is the prelude to Riona finding her dominant.