The Ribbon
In his hands, it became so much more.
In his hands, the simple length of fabric transformed. As he looped it around my neck and tied a loose knot I became centered, grounded, reminded of my place. Kneeling in perfect Nadu, the noise of the world faded and I focused on him. Every nerve ending charged, anticipation coursed through my veins. "Pleasure yourself, but no cumming without permission. Understand?" "Yes, Sir," I teased my nipples into hard peak...