Of course Raven knew what voyeurism was, she did already go through her twenties, so she knew that it was not her thing...so why could she not look away from the woman on stage.
While the male pair was spanking and whipping plus a bit of sensory deprivation; the woman and man pair were doing something totally different.
The man whispered something to the woman making her put her hands behind her head and spread her legs, fully exposing her body to the audience.
She was pretty, Raven thought as she admired the woman's slender body, perky breasts, thin waist, and glowing skin. She could not help but wonder what Rowan's reaction was.
"Do not look at me. Keep watching." Rowan chastised as if sensing Raven's wandering gaze.
Bringing back her attention to the stage, she saw the man bring out a rope from a bag that Raven had earlier missed. At the sight of the red rope her breath hitched, she knew where this was going, maybe she had always known and that is why her attention was always on the woman and a couple
Bondage, she remembers reading a bit about it from one of her many novels. The thought of being restained had always interested Raven
Rowan's eyes seem to have never left Raven's face; curiosity, confusion, acknowledgment then dread were the emotions that Raven had shown him over the past few minutes. However, right now, a new emotion settled on Raven's face, one that made her eyes glimmer and made her slightly press her thighs together, an action so quick that Rowan would have missed it if he was not watching her.
His eyes lazily swept across the room and unto the stage where he needed to see just what drew that type of reaction from his wife.
With a swift gaze, he examined the two pairs on stage; The two men seemed like a Sadist and Masochist, and the moans and groans that the whip brought out were a huge giveaway.
Raven never liked pain so the S/M couple was out leaving... Rowan's eyes traveled from the first couple to the second couple. The man was caressing the long red rope tenderly as he approached the woman who had her hands behind her head, he stood in front of her and hung the rope on her neck, adjusting it a bit to ensure that both sides were equal. Then, holding both sides of the rope he made three knots at equal intervals from her neck to her lower chest. He knelt down as he straightened the rope that ran in the middle of the woman's body, dividing it into two. The rope barely kissed the ground but the man seem satisfied with its length. A tap on the woman's thigh made her turn around making her backside exposed.
Reaching through between her legs, the man grabbed the rope and pulled it under her crotch. Rowan did not miss the sharp inhale by Raven at this action but decided to ignore it, he did not want to ruin the show.
with a harsh tug that drew a moan from the woman, the man stood up with the rope in hand and tied it under the rope behind the woman's neck, taking one rope in each hand he pulled the rope under the woman's arm, making her turn at the action, He weaved it through the space formed between the first and second knot making the rope lay on top of the woman's right breast, just above her nipple. From the corner of his eye, he saw Raven squirm.
The man took the rope and looped it around the rope on her back then back to through the space between the second and third knot, this time the rope went under her breast with another. A whisper between the couple and the woman put her hands down behind her as she turned again, exposing her backside to the audience. The man reached into the bag where he got the first rope from and brought out a second but shorter rope and in a sequence of more complicated moves he had tied the woman's hands behind her back, restraining her movements and creating the most beautiful rope pattern he had ever seen.
His interest was piqued, and he turned to look at his wife who was deeply engrossed in what was happening on stage. He hid his smile behind his hand as he continued watching his wife.
