She wanted him to tie her up.
I need to feel the biting in my wrists. I need to feel the pressure. I need to feel the security. I need to feel the control, the worry, the weight melt away. I need to feel the trust I have in you with a physical presence. I need.
She was bound to the chair. Each wrist tethered to its matching knee. Each leg tied to a chairs leg. Her chest and torso married to the back of the chair.
The blind fold was a surprise. She was not expecting her sense of sight being taken away.
“Sir, please!”
The hand on her throat and his lips sealing against hers made her realize that her plea was for naught. It became dark. The blind fold was tight. The pressure of the binding was close to the point of making her see stars.
Somehow, he knew when to stop. He knew how far to go. He knew what she needed.
The gasp she made when the chair lifted off of the floor put a smile on his face. He knew she would not expect being lifted. He knew that she could feel the bite, the security, the pressure in the fullest when she had no control or ability to touch the floor.
She could hear him. She could smell the musky scent of his body soap and the work of the day. She could feel him as he walked around and stood in front of her.
Leaning in, he kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck. He took his tongue and cupping her earlobe, he guided it into his mouth. Gave it a slight suck and nibble. Released it then kissed it with gentle lips.
“You need to know that you are not forgotten.” He whispered in her ear.
“Yes sir.” She moaned.
He stepped away. She could feel his presence pull back. She had no idea if he was still by her or had left her alone. She did not know how long she had been suspended, levitated, elevated. But just as she began to think she was alone, she heard his voice.
“You are not forgotten.”
He could not have been three feet away. She felt warmth and energy enter as his hands rubbed the inside of her thighs. He reached her slit and inserted a finger into her wet lips, he kissed her. He gave her a little peck then pulled away. Hungrily she opened her mouth, searching for his. Greedily she tried to open her legs and push her wanting hole towards him. But the ropes held her firmly.
How could he be so quiet. She wondered after the surge of her want abated slightly. She did not know he was standing that close to her the entire time. Maybe he had not been that close. He could have been in another room, or across the room watching her. But, how could he be so quiet? With the blind fold on, she was trying to hear everything. Any little creak of his footstep on the floor, his breathing or a brushing of his hand against a wall. She could hear nothing but the birds outside or an occasional car drive by.