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| She lay waiting for Him. In the dark with only her thoughts for company. She had taken the time to carefully gather all He would need, the oils and candles. The bucket of ice. She made sure it would all be within easy reach of the bed where she waited. The blindfold went on first; she needed two hands for that. She used one of her favorite silk scarves, one that He gave to her as a gift when she was unknowing of the uses it could be put to. Before she tied it on, she positioned herself in the center of the bed, being careful to remember where the restraints were tied, at each corner. She knelt down on the bed and placed the blindfold on tying it well. Next she reached behind herself and slowly put each ankle loop on. By giving a tug with each leg, she tightened them. She scooted down towards the bottom of the bed and reached up with her hands for the other two restraints. First her left hand. Then her right hand. She was now ready. Helpless. Waiting. The darkness and the quiet consumed her, only her imagination for company. What if someone else came in? What if there were a fire? What if He has forgotten? She can feel the fear in her belly, drawing it tight. All she has in this dark waiting is her mind and her body. She pictures what she looks like, in her submissive posture. She is on her knees with her head pressed to the bed, her ass high in the air facing the door. The air moves over her, letting her know she is wet and open. She wonders if the candle light will be enough for Him to see how wet she is. Her nipples press against the bedspread rubbing and hot. Her mind goes to the ice. The ice is something new. Something He asked her to have. She isn't sure what He plans to do with the ice, not knowing makes her nervous. Being nervous aroused her, the not knowing, the anticipation of pain or pleasures ahead. She knows that what ever He does, it will be extraordinary. As she wonders about the ice, she feels herself moisten even more. She hopes He will be here soon. She hopes she pleases Him. The air teases her openings, and her mind teases all of her. She waits for Him. Quietly in the room, slick and ready for His will. |
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