Ever coming across an image of Cattle Kates hanging in a book many years ago about the wild west Kathryn had been fascinated with all things rope and noosey. From the corseted contours of 19th costume to the feeling of the rope as it bound her body it had filled her day dreams with deliciously dark thoughts. The Noose Temple had finally provided Katie with the outlet she had so needed. Now she felt her feet leave the ground and the noose slide tighter and tighter as it took all her weight by her neck. She tried to struggle but everything was just a unbelievably tight as she as requested leaving her utterly helpless.