I continue to tie her up, pulling the cords taught at her wrists and ankles.I continue to tie her up, pulling the cords taught at her wrists and ankles. She can move her torso a little, but cannot appreciably move her limbs about. I sit back to admire my handiwork, gazing over the fullness of her breasts, her slim, boyish hips, the dark patch of hair at the apex of her smooth slim thighs. I watch her stomach move in and out with her breathing, its concavity arousing me. The room is comfortably warm, so she will not get cold lying there naked. I go into the living room and start some music playing. |