The lights went out, and whoever it was returned.The lights went out, and whoever it was returned. Again, he started licking and caressing me, while I writhed in my chains. I wanted to hold him, I wanted to lick him, I wanted to engulf him, but I couldn't move. I moaned, and pulled against my bonds, and pressed my body against his as best I could. Finally, finally, he rolled me onto my knees again, and this time he didn't stop. We drifted off to sleep together, back to his front, my chained hands holding him where we wanted me to. My last thought before I dozed off was that in the morning, I'd be able to see him. ============================================================== I awoke in the morning to find I wasn't going to learn who was in bed next to me -- I'd been blindfolded. I said, "Good morning, whoever you are. Are we going to play more games today?" He was silent, but immediately unchained my legs and led me to the bathroom. It's an odd feeling to be treated like a baby, to have someone else tend you in the bathroom, but it was nothing new to me -- this was hardly the first time I'd awakened bound. And, of course, I wasn't surprised when his hand wandered towards my breast after wiping me. It's hard to make wiping someone erotic, but he manage quite well, thank you -- I was tempted to head back to bed. I didn't, though; I wanted to satisfy hungers of another sort first. "Breakfast?" I asked. He responded by putting a leash around my neck and leading me to the kitchen. He was considerate about it, though; when we came to a door or a turn, where I might stub a toe, he took my arm and guided me around the obstacle. Along the way, he ran his fingers up my spine, in just the way -- and in just the musical rhythm -- that Roger would do. Was this Roger? I was beginning to think it was. Breakfast was already prepared; if it wasn't Roger, he'd been well-briefed, because everything was just as I liked it. |