"That's better, Cissy." I whispered into her ear, nibbling on the edge and hearing her moan appreciatively. Stepping around her, I take her wrists together and begin to bind them in a two-column tie with the rope I had. The sensation of binding her, slowly, and her acceptance of this was arousing as it was maddening. What would usually be a simple spell was now complex, and I had control over how intricate the rope and knot-work would be. This felt more real, more involved. The intimate contact was what made the crescendo work here, and I vowed to always use muggle restraints instead of a spell when it comes to tying my wife up for sex.