The scent of candles greets her--a combination of vanilla, cinnamon, and a heady musk.
Her senses are alive; the removal of her sight by the blindfold enhancing them. She feels a cool breeze, but the room is warm. A fan is on. She is relaxed, trusting that her Master will not go out of any boundaries they've discussed. She hears him murmuring to her. His deep, husky voice in her ear causing the dampness in her loins to increase. Her anticipation of their time together, after all his teasing throughout the day, causing her to be wet without even his touch. She inhales deeply, relaxing even more. She feels herself being guided toward what she presumes is the bed. As they reach the destination, the softness touching her knees confirms her belief. The deep rumble of Master's voice instructs her to crawl onto the bed and assume her position.
She feels her way to the middle of the bed and spreads her legs wide, while still on her hands and knees. She stretches her arms out in front of her and places her head upon them. The cool breeze she'd felt earlier is now directed at her moist cunt and the sensation sends chills up her spine.
She feels hands gliding up her thigh, over her ass, and across her back. A soft moan escapes her. Suddenly, she feels other hands taking hold of her outstretched arms and spreading them apart...attaching bonds. Her body tensing, her heart begins racing. Could this be the fulfillment of her fantasy? Her excitement supercedes her uneasiness as she hears Master's voice telling her to obey...reassuring her of his presence and safety. After her hands are restrained, she feels yet a different pair of hands--cool, slender, soft-- spreading her cheeks wide...dipping fingers into her inner recesses...exploring her most private parts.