Ribbons Stories

She had always worn pretty dresses for me. With delicate fabrics, petticoats, frills, and lace. And of course the ribbons. I bought her ribbons of all colors; I enjoyed tying them for her. She would smile at me demurely, knowing the dark and perverse feelings her innocence brought out in me. She had joked that I would like it if she wore nothing but ribbons. She had giggled and meant to laugh it off, but I couldn’t shake...

"Oh yes, that's a beautiful colour," said the girl behind the market stall. Our eyes met. I had picked up a length of blood-red silk ribbon. "It would look lovely against your pale skin," she said. And she was right. Later, as I knelt among the long grass, the girl bound my wrists in that blood-red silk. She was so gentle. It hurt, of course... how could it not, but her torments were acts of kindness. She smiled into my h...