Quick note II: I'm experimenting with a different style of dialogue, so let me know how it goes.
Sorry, sorry, I'll start now.
This tale starts similar to many others, in my house. It was about noon, give or take, and it was just my girlfriend and I at home. We had gotten home from the gym roughly 40 minutes prior, and we were still dressed in our gym clothes. I had on a green t-shirt, with black shorts and ankle socks. She had on a black and neon tank top that came down to just above her belly button, and short, black athletic shorts. Fortunately, today was not a day where either of us sweat, so our clothes were still clean. Her feet were bare, because as usual, they were getting a professional massage by yours truly.
Now, for the ones who read my last story, you would know that I have started asking my girlfriend if I could tie her up in exchange for the massage. I have been doing that rather often since, but it has never been too complicated. Generally, it is simply wrists behind the back, sometimes elbows if she's feeling adventurous, and usually arms fastened to her back in some fashion. Today, however, she was left untied. The reason being, she had given me a full-body massage just before I started with her, so I found that a fair trade. However, since I'm writing this right now, you can tell things turned out alright.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, at the moment. She was sitting along the couch, her feet in my lap, texting her friends or something. I was sitting at the other end, rubbing and circling around every nook and cranny of her feet. I find this to be another source of stress relief, given how methodical the process is. As per usual, I spent a lot of time on the balls of her feet, to compensate for the high amount of times she spends in high heels. I always tell her that she doesn't have to wear them so often, but she has a big family that holds parties rather often. I mean, damn does she ever look good while wearing them, but I just don't understand it.
I decided to venture a bit, moving my hands up from her feet and onto her soft legs. Given how many dresses she wears to said parties, her legs are constantly shaved clean, flawless, and in perfect condition to be stroked. So while one hand continued it's healing process, the other moved up and down her leg. As per usual, it was flawless, and would be enchanting had I not already developed a bit of an "immunity" to it. That doesn't stop me from feeling them as often as possible. Also, now that she had started coming to work out with me, I could feel her already gorgeous legs toning into perfection. Every time I stroked them, they felt slightly more curvy, more solid. It was a welcome change. After a short period of time, I went back to work.
"Say, why d- mmph." She couldn't finish her sentence due to a short grunt. Clearly that meant I hit the sweet spot on her foot. "Thanks. Anyways, I want to know, why do people enjoy this whole 'tie-up' thing?" She finally finished.
I stopped for a second, because I really had to think about this. Obviously, I don't have a firsthand experience with someone who thoroughly enjoys being tied, and I really only enjoy doing it because she looks so damn good. I looked down, continued my work, and tried to formulate a response.
"Well," I began, "I know that people enjoy tying others because it gives them a sense of control, and a feeling of power over another person."
"So you enjoy having power over me?" She asked.
Crap. "Let's not put it that way. As a wrestler, my entire sport is based around having control at all times. That instinct, I believe, has transferred over to my liking for tying." I carefully and deliberately stated. She nodded her head in approval.
"I guess I understand that," She told me, "But why is it that people enjoy being tied?"
I didn't know how to respond at first, given I don't have that interest. But, I had to answer her somehow. "Well, some people inherently like being 'dominated,' preferring to transfer the power over to someone else. Also, sometimes the ropes can evoke a physical response, one some people really enjoy." I tried to explain.
She didn't seem to comprehend this. "How can the ropes create a sense of enjoyment? I mean sure, I guess some people roll like that, but they're just ropes."
Now was my chance. "Since I'm not sure how to explain it to you, I could show you. If you'd like, of course." So smooth
She thought about it, then nodded. "I'm actually really intrigued," she told me, "so I guess sure, show me what you mean."
Alright, let's do this, I thought to myself. Since the last time rope was used, I had gathered a fair amount more, more than enough for this project. I go down to the store quite often seeking paracord and whatnot, so the staff were fairly understanding whenever I went for more rope. I went to my room, where I grabbed some, before returning to her, now standing up.
"Are you ready?" I asked her. She nodded, before turning away from me. "Then let's get started."
That's all for now, I'll probably update more within the next few hours, so stay tuned for that.