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It is 9:00 am, and I get a wake-up call. You tell me go bathe and get prepared for you. As I am soaking in the bathtub, I am thinking about our next encounter. I cannot help but find myself hot with desire. I am taking my time to make sure that I am thoroughly cleaned and prepared, every crevice washed. I am cleanly shaven to a silky soft touch.



I quickly dress in a flirty tan skirt and white top, brush my teeth, put on my make-up, and then slip in my shoes as I head out the door grabbing my keys, cell phone, and purse on the way. It is 10:30 am.



Driving across town, I find myself flipping the radio station channels until I find every high-energy, upbeat, top 40’s song. Turning the radio up loudly, I like to sing along as best I can. I like to jiggle my hips and shake my shoulders and get lost in the passion of the beat.



It is 11:30 am and I arrive at our arranged meeting place – a very nice and clean hotel. You are already waiting in the room, prepared. As you open the door, you tell me to take off my shoes and drop to my knees. I obey, head down. Gaining my submission was very difficult to do, but you gained this after many visits. You understood that I would not drop to the floor for anyone. And you also understood that my trust had to be slowly gained. Submission is a gift. Slowly you begin touching me, first my face, then shoulders. Slowly kissing me and pulling me in to you. Slowly, oh so slowly, getting me to yearn and bend to your movements with each kiss - the passion growing. Our sighs and moans are growing louder and moving with each movement of our bodies. You have already begun touching and rubbing the inside of my leg, under my skirt. You hands are also already running along each breast. Pulling them up one-by-one from my bra and suckling them and biting them hard until I squirm and let out a full yelp of passion. As I remain on my knees, you begin taking my clothes off. Never stopping the kissing and touching. I am so hot with desire. My body is trembling.



As I lift my face and am able to see about the room, I notice equipment lying on the couch. I can see grip wrist cuffs lined with fur and a suspension bar. On the edge of the couch I can see what looks like a black spreader bar with ankle cuffs. There is also a bag, but I cannot see what is inside. You reach over to the coffee table and turn on the deep, dark tones of the scene music CD. My suspense is growing.



Telling me to hold still, you reach into your bag and pull out a padded black leather blindfold, then put it on me. Hands behind my back, silent, I await your commands.



As I sit, blindfolded, I can hear chain links hitting each other in the background. You are moving about and putting things in place. This I know. I can hear you moving a chair and climbing on it. I can hear you moving the equipment from the couch. I am trying to focus on the music without a lot of luck. A few minutes later, you tell me to hold out my hands. From around my back, I reach out and wait. Very slowly and with a kiss to each wrist, you buckle the wrist cuffs to my arms. Then pull me to you as we kiss and hold each other, me still on my knees. You continue to kiss me and tease me and touch me, rubbing your hands in and around my pussy until I begin to ooze juices. Fucking me with your fingers, you tell me to push hard as you take me just to the point of release, then you stop. Kissing me again and again and rubbing every part of my body I shiver in excitement and anticipation.



Telling me to get up, you walk me a few steps from where I was kneeling. Pulling my arms up over my head, I can feel as you attach the wrist cuffs to the suspension bar. My arms are now spread wide over my head and they are, fully restrained. You continue to kiss my lips and my neck while talking to me, touching me, and assuring me that I was safe. Repeatedly you ask me if I am okay while your hands continually run over my body. You never let me feel, left alone.



I can feel you bending down as you run your hands along my thighs down to my ankles. Your tongue begins exploring my ankles and the tops of my feet, first my right leg, then my left. Without hesitation and without a word, you quickly attach the ankle cuffs to each leg, slapping my inner thighs until I obey by opening wider to accept the spreader bar. My legs are now spread wide, fully restrained. My body is exposed and totally vulnerable. I whimpered for your kindness. Please be gentle.