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Halloween 2023 Special - Spooky Scary Shibari Sends Shivers Down Your Spine

A/N:
I originally wrote this for twitter a few weeks ago and decided that it might as well be published here, so if you happen to know about my very secret twitter or you've come across this there by chance, please know that I didn't steal this from anyone. The idea is from a mutual, but all the writing is my own!

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"This wasn't what I meant when I sent you that text," Alan protested meekly when he saw the contents of Aspen's duffel bag.
Said bag had been a gift from him to Aspen no less. — A staple for any dominant worth their salt.
Aspen straightened while he kicked his shoes off. "In that case, I'd suggest you don't send me out-of-context things anymore, Sir."

The message Shibari but with Halloween string lights had followed yesterday's outrageously long list of chores and errands — all of which Aspen had since completed to the best of his ability — without an explanation. Aspen had promptly shown it to Thea, who wordlessly handed him the key to her playroom and let Aspen stuff his toy bag to the brim with some more nylon rope — neon orange, slime glow-in-the-dark green, purple, and black twisted into one — and then, Aspen had come for Thea's storage closet.
In there, he had expected to find one of those 10 feet tall skeletons (not that that could have fit in the closet, or that Thea had any space to put it up), but instead, he had found 16 feet of tiny little plastic Jack O' Lanterns attached to string lights.
"Your apartment is a treasure trove," he had told Thea, who'd only laughed, told him to send plenty of pictures once the plan was completed, and sent him home with leftover taquito bake.

Alan stood over the bag and sighed. "This is a mutually beneficial relationship," he muttered.
"Exactly. You sign me up for Shibari classes, and I make your wildest ideas come true."
"Pet—"
"Thea sends season's greetings," Aspen mumbled, grabbed the bag, and turned it over, watching the content spill out on the floor. "Now, if you would be so kind as to strip, Sir. "
Alan might have visibly balked at the idea of being tied up by his protegé, but that was the best part of it all, of course.
To be on the other side of things and watch that last spark of defiance in someone's eyes die out.
Alan once said that a part of him lived for that moment, and it wasn't until now that Aspen understood.
Aspen hadn't had time to scour the internet for inspiration of any sort, so he started by doing what he always did: He picked up the rope and wound it over his forearm while he scrutinized his dominant in front of him. "This will be fun. Arms in front okay?"
"Yes. All of it, yes. Get on with it."
Aspen grinned at Alan, picked the Jack O' Lantern string lights up from the floor, and plugged them into the nearest socket. "Come over here. It's not gonna be any fun if you don't light up at the end of it."

Alan still looked utterly displeased, but he followed suit and stood still for the next hour while Aspen tied him up.
The two men didn't really speak, either. Occasionally, Aspen would stop in his tracks, take three steps back, and purse his lips at his own work, but the silence in the apartment was nice. Aspen had spent most of the day in the office, then cleaned up after Thea for an hour and after this, he had to make dinner. At some point, any noise was too much noise.

Aspen had finally incorporated the string lights, and just as he had switched the light off to bask in his work in all its illuminated glory, the apartment door opened.
"I'm home!" Spencer announced, but he stopped in his tracks when he found his fiance and friend right next to the door. "Woah! This is sick!" he called out, his eyes glued to his tied-up fiance. "Glow in the dark rope? What's this? Christmas in October? Are we practicing gift wraps?"
"Hello, love," Alan said, winking. "Something like that. We're just living out our creative freedom. Do you want to participate?"
He had barely finished the sentence before Spencer had already dug his photography equipment from his backpack. "Yes!"
This, specifically, was what Aspen had counted on. Convincing Alan to stand model had been easy enough, but now he had a master boudoir photographer in the room, too.
"He's all yours," Aspen announced and clapped Spencer on the back before he took a step back and picked up the safety cutters. "Just don't trip on the string light cord."
"Was this your idea?"
"No." Aspen shrugged. "All your fiance. I just live to please."
Spencer had already attached the lens to his camera. "This is going to make a mean photo series for my portfolio. Did you want me to send copies to Thea?"
Alan on the Shibari gallery wall in his dom/me's office? "Yes, please."
Aspen left Spencer to it, and stood, watching, as his friend clicked away. Alan's mood had significantly lightened, and he'd begun humming the tune of the spooky scary skeleton song under his breath.
Spooky scary Shibari sends shivers down your spine... And other places, too.
But that was Spencer's problem.