He fed me, of course, even holding up the coffee cup whenever I asked for it.He fed me, of course, even holding up the coffee cup whenever I asked for it. I decided to try a test. "Can I have some yogurt?" I asked. There were two containers, a large open carton of blue- berry that Roger had brought last weekend, and some vanilla. I despise blueberry, but would a stranger know that? I rarely eat yogurt for breakfast, but maybe that wasn't in the briefing. No such luck -- a moment or two later, a spoonful of vanilla yogurt was entering my mouth. A moment later came a blueberry yogurt kiss -- he knew it was a test! Dessert was more fun, though I had to wait a while for him to clean up. There's that advantage to being bound -- someone else has to do the dishes. Of course, having to wait on your knees, with your legs chained again and a leash holding your head to the floor takes away some of the pleasure. And he wasn't quick about the chores, mostly because he kept pausing to rub or kiss my breasts and back. But it was worth waiting for; when he fin- ished, he carried me back to the bed, put me on my knees and lay down in front of me. I didn't need to be told what to do; I bent over and started licking and kissing him. I don't know how long I spent at it; sometimes, I wiggled around to use my hands instead; sometimes, I lay down to use my whole body; sometimes, I just moaned and tried to pull my hands free to hug him. He wasn't just lying there, either; after the first few minutes, his hands and mouth were as busy as mine. |