Monday, January 9, 2012

Bound and Determined

You arrive home to dark windows, The house is a silent cavern of dead air. A power failure has taken all methods of seeing your way clearly. You fumble your way to the cupboard, find a candle and match...

*STRIKE*...glow...

You make your way to the bedroom, your entire day was spent stealing your eyes away from your work computer to read trashy erotica and secretly rubbing your legs together to find any discreet release.

You open the bedroom door, certain you will find me asleep in bed.

You walk over to my side, find it empty, wonder what the hell I am doing NOT at home, then turn around.

Your hands are suddenly grabbed and wrists are firmly pinned to the bed as your body falls backward, handcuffs are fastened deftly to each bedpost, and now your wrists are gently led to, and snugly closed within them. Your feet are taken now, ropes binding each ankle and then holding them fast to the lower bedposts.

You know better than to cry out.

You twist gently in your confines and feel patient fingertips that gently lower your panties....

...and then my tongue finds your clit...

YOU

ARE

MINE... 

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