I’m looking directly ahead, my arms outstretched in front of me. I’m naked, vulnerable. You’ve tied my wrists together and then attached them with two ropes to the solid wooden legs of the coffee table I’m bent over. I’m on bended knee. I’d gasped as you’d gently pushed me down onto all fours over the table and the coldness had hit my skin. I’m nervous but excited. Had my arousal been in any question, it was quickly quash...