She and I are in my apartment.She and I are in my apartment. It is all white and the lights are on. It is late afternoon, and the shades are drawn. I have a special evening planned for her and she knows this, although she does not know what I have in mind. We are both excited to the point of electricity on our skin. We undress, our skin tight and cool. I can feel my heart thumping in my chest. She can sense that something is afoot, her nipples are hard, her aereolae contracted about them, dark with tiny bumps. The pale flesh across her chest and shoulders is beginning to show a telltale flush. She knows the basic plan. I place a blindfold on her, and make sure that she cannot see. I guide her to my futon on the floor, where she lays down. I position her in the center of it, then put her arms out above her head, reaching for the two corners of the futon. I move around and spread her legs in a similar fashion. I can see that her labia is becoming red and swollen. Her hands and feet are nearly reaching the corners of the pad. I begin to tie her wrists with the cotton rope attached to lag screws that I have sunk into the floor at each corner of the futon. They are immovable. She begins to breath harder, writhing slightly. |