"Practice." The wide ribbon goes easily. He draws it quite a ways, wraps it around the cuff, threads it again. Getting a nice base from which to layer on tension, before he brings Clark's other hand up, and repeats the process. "Patience. Learning how not to do real damage, after having spent so long dedicated to only learning how to cause harm."
The more fabric he winds through, the more it unveils things hidden on the bed beside them. Emergency shears. A leather paddle. A tube of aloe vera.
At last, Clark's hands are bound together. But Bruce doesn't affix them to anything, just leaves them over his head. He pushes them back and sits back, as if to admire the way it looks, and then snags another clothespin to, finally, clip onto his other nipple, which has thus far escaped - but by now will presumably be in a more hypersensitive state from arousal, offering a different initial jolt.
"Do you know what it feels like to start to lose circulation?"
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The more fabric he winds through, the more it unveils things hidden on the bed beside them. Emergency shears. A leather paddle. A tube of aloe vera.
At last, Clark's hands are bound together. But Bruce doesn't affix them to anything, just leaves them over his head. He pushes them back and sits back, as if to admire the way it looks, and then snags another clothespin to, finally, clip onto his other nipple, which has thus far escaped - but by now will presumably be in a more hypersensitive state from arousal, offering a different initial jolt.
"Do you know what it feels like to start to lose circulation?"