I donβt know how it happened. I thought I could handle it. I could keep a part of me and surrender the rest. In falling for him, I gave up my soul. He owns me and Iβve never been more grateful in my life. He knows just how to move me. I am bound but my love is boundless.
I lay on my side in a deep, deep sleep. One leg folded up over the other. Hands tucked under my chin. A shadow closes in over me, kissing my lips softly with a whisper in my ear, βWake up my love. Roll on to your back...I'm going to tie you up now.β I smile a lazy smile, excitement pulling me out of my dream toward you. I love the feeling of your hands massaging my feet while securing me to your bed, a nibble at my left ankle and then my right. The binding now covers your bites. Next my wrists, you lick my pulse point. I tremble at the thought of future pleasure.
You can't resist kissing me, the smile playing at my sleepy mouth too tempting. You bite my lip and suck it hard. Your tongue snaking out pulling my tongue into your mouth and playing with it. Thrusting deep into my mouth over and over. You break the kiss. I suck on my bottom lip and moan softly wishing it would continue.
I am still drowsy, eyelids dropping, while you fetch something, returning to find me in and out of a state of slumber, struggling to stay awake. I hear you say in a sensual husky voice, βI think this will wake you.β At this my eyes snap open. I see you standing before me with a feather. I shudder immediately. A feather is one of the greatest torture devices for someone as ticklish as I am. You smile at the look on my face. βYou aren't allowed to move...if you do...well, I start over again.β Curiosity, excitement and a trickle of fear at not being able to stay still fill me. I have no idea how not to move. Even now the anticipation causes my hips to wiggle slightly. Catching your eye I stop.