Smiling as his hands trailed down her arms and took her hands in his, he said, "Sometimes, attachment to your art can create a whole new path for us." He let one hand fall as he walked back behind her and dipped down to pick up one of the shorter lengths of rope he'd laid out. Finding its center, he strung it through the loop he'd recently made, and drew the hand he still held up behind her back. Reaching down, he took her other hand and brought it behind as well.<br/><br/>"We need to turn a bit, love," he said as he gently maneuvered her to turn so that the camera could capture the tying of her wrists with the best possible angle, watching their image in the monitor he'd set up. The dual strand of rope fed through the loop, he brought the end of the strand up and through the fold, cinching her wrists up toward her back. Making sure the insides of her wrists faced one another, he continued to wrap the dual line around her exposed flesh, two, three, four times before his rope was running out. Seeing that the wrists were adequately held, he tied it off with a square knot and pulled against the breast harness. "Does that feel comfortable?" he whispered softly as he heard the shutter continue to click intermittently.