| She takes your cuffed hands in hers and leads you slowly, your eyes still closed, across the room. you sense something stretching in front of you, your sense of direction still confused as you concentrate solely on the touch of Her skin on yours and the bite of the metal cuffs on your wrists as She tugs lightly on them, bringing you to a halt. you feel a cool strip pressing across the top of your thighs, almost waist height. You recognise it as the edge of the oak tabletop and bend forwards over it. As you do so, you hear Her soft voice in your ears� �Now, My love. Did I tell you to move?� �No Mistress. This girl is sorry, Mistress.� �Do you know what that means?� �Yes, Mistress. Two strikes.� With your eyes still closed you can imagine the smirk curling Her full lucious lips as you feel Her hand press against the centre of your back, urging you to bend forward over the table. A soft gasp catches in your throat as your swollen nipples brush against the cold oak finish, you pause for a brief second and then lean forwards, face first on the table top, your body pressing against the hardwood surface. you feel Her step away from you and hold your breath, uncertain of what is to follow, but eager to find out. |
you hear a drawer slide open and then Her light footsteps as She walks back to you. your body trembling with anticipation, you bite lightly into your bottom lip, trying to calm your racing heart and slow your breathing. you concentrate on not moving as you feel Her run Her hand down the back of your thigh and over your calf, making you almost jump with the sensation of Her soft skin tracing over yours, Her touch firm and light. you then feel the soft bite of a silk rope as she restrains your ankle to the table leg. you gasp softly as your cunt tightens, whimpering softly at the feel of the rope pulling tight around your slender ankle as She ties the other. Double checking Her knots, ensuring that they sit flat against your legs so as to hold you tight and unmoving, but not to cause pain. She sits back on Her knees behind you and looks over Her work. Her eyes flashing dark green as She traces them up the back of your silky white thighs, you hear Her catch Her breath softly at the sight of your inner thighs, slick with your sweetness. She licks Her lips, wetting them as She leans closer to you, a smirk curling Her full, red lips as She as She looks over what is Hers. you... restrained for Her. |
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