1. She binds me gently. “Almost classic C.F.M. pose.” Face pressed to the pillow. Thighs, belly, and cock flat on the soft bed. My knees bent—feet in the air. Legs spread wide. I grip my own ankles and curve like a triangle while she ties the spiderweb ropes in tiny, beautiful knots to my wrists. Isn’t her voice too deep to be a woman’s? Or does it just seem that way because I want her to be a man? “Jude, what’s classic...