Arms laced together behind my back; every knot further binding my submission to Him.

Prey, present, either or both, I long to be captured and be consumed.

The soft silk caresses my body in maddening suspense, curling its way up on my elevated legs.

Words of unspoken desire smolder on my lips; I sigh and writhe trying to keep them within.

He weaves the ribbon around my sensitive thighs, an enchanting pathway to great delights.

A beautiful festive bow crowns his work with two little loose ends; the softest tug would open this box of sweets aching to be savoured.