I inhale deeply through my mouth and feel the hardness of the floor pressing against my shoulder blades and my chest feels tight. My arms are behind my back. I am on the floor with my legs spread wide open, knees bent, feet on the ground. Bound. Standing between my legs is you. I don’t see a damn thing because of your blindfold. But I feel your gaze burning through my skin. I know you are looking at every inch of my body, partly admiring your handiwork, partly elated at how my body is responding and lastly loving the fact that I am bound, by your ropes. It turns you on. I inhale through my mouth again and instantly feel the tightness of the ropes binding me. I want you to touch me!
You bend down, I think. I feel your palm against my inner thigh and my toes curl inward as I shiver ever so slightly. Suddenly, I feel your head against my chest, your cheek pressing against my right breast. You are soo warm. I moan softly as my body instinctively arches, trying to feel more of you against my skin. But you lean back and splay your fingers on my inner thigh. Time to bind my leg.