She tries to move but cannot.
Her arms are above her head, bound.
She can feel the warmth of her skin on either side of her face.
She can smell the faint aroma of her perfume.
Along with this fragrance is the scent of her arousal
becoming stronger
as she waits.
The blindfold lets in no light.
She does not know where he is
or what he will do first.
But she knows,
oh yes she knows,
that he will do what he wants
when he wants.
She tries again.
Giving a small tug on her wrists.
Checking the restraints.
Cuffed and roped to the bed frame
the slip slide of rope against metal
Unforgiving.
Unrelenting.
She sighs and stops.
She stretches her body
feeling the sheets under her
her skin sensitive to any touch.
She is alert for any sign of him
her body vibrating with anticipation.
Knowing she is his instrument for the day
and like any musician
he will play her over and over again
perfecting
chords
melodies.
He will make her sing
in her purest voice.
Her song.
For him.
Only him.
:
He’s still and silent.
Watching her.
Watching her face
as emotions, reactions flit across her features.
Wondering at her thoughts.
He’s restrained only her arms
wanting her legs free.
He watches as she tugs at the cuffs
smiling slightly as he knows they are secure
and her efforts are in vain.
Thinking of his plans for the day.
He observes her body.
Long, soft, supple naked skin
breathtaking curves
her nipples eager and erect
begging to be
teased
tortured
tasted.
Her sex
deliciously wet.
Of that he is sure.
He hears her sigh
and gazes at her as she stretches
her chest rising off of the bed
followed by the undulation of belly and hips
her legs lengthening
her toes pointed.
He likes to watch her stretch.
She’s like a cat
and he’s getting ready to make her purr.
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*This is not a new post but it is a favorite longer piece of mine first posted a couple of years ago. I hope the reader will not mind indulging me.
©SirenSong1208 ~ 2015
Photograph taken from Tumblr
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