The rope around his neck connects to the rope binding his feet together: a breathless hogtie. When the I slide the hitches back, he has to come up on his arms to avoid being choked. It sort of looks like he's doing a woman's push-up.
When his face goes too red, I slide the knots forward, so he can fall to the bed and breathe.
I sit in front of him and stick my legs between his raised arms. They quiver from bearing his weight and he makes fish-out-of-water faces. It seems like a nice time to tweak his nipples, so I do. And then I give the rope some slack. He falls forward, face in my cleavage. As soon as he's drawn a breath, he pecks one breast lightly. We have a nice, quiet moment. I stroke his hair. I make him tell me he's mine.
Then I tighten the rope again.
Sidenote: Dating Experiment is underway!