The cool smoothness of the silk rope is a direct contrast to the gentle bite of the knots against my skin. You’ve tied me and left me here, to wait and wonder exactly what you plan to do with me. I recall other times we’ve played. Ice. Fire. Pain turned to pleasure and pleasure turned to pain.
We play this game and it is always something new, sometimes something dangerous.I smile as I hear your approach, but do not move, almost do not even breathe, in my anticipation. I know you’re waiting, waiting for me to beg or squirm or otherwise betray the lust I feel. I will not give you that satisfaction. Instead I will give you something far better.