This is a true story, and a very special memory. Some of the details may be ever so slightly enhanced for your viewing pleasure...but not very many.
She is already nude, when you walk into the room, lounging on the bed. She smiles at you, and you smile back. He is dressed, and walking about, lighting candles. His smile speaks makes you wonder what delights are planned for tonight.
You look back at her. Her hair is short, and expertly colored. Her body is tan, and shapely, with full breasts, and tiny nipples. You notice she shaves...
He nods at her and, with one last smile at you, she lies on her stomach, arms stretched out above her head. He places you at the head of the bed, kneeling between her outstretched arms. He reaches into a box and brings out a squirt bottle of oil, a long black crow feather, and a pair of slim throwing knives, placing each item on the bed, one at a time. He passes on of the knives to you. It is slender, with a slight curve. The tip is sharp. Its handle is rough on one side, and has raised images of flowering bamboo on the other. You tingle with excitement as you hand it back.
He then removes three final items from the box: two pairs of black steel handcuffs, and a leather blindfold.
He tells you to blindfold her. You lift her head, and she smiles up at you, with her eyes already closed. You slip the leather over her smooth skin, and she kisses your hand as you pass it over her face.
He snaps one cuff on each of her wrists, then takes you by the hand. His fingers dance over your palms. He tells you your job is to be her restraints. He snaps the other half of each cuff to your wrists. The steel is heavy, and cool on your skin. She tries to pull her arms down, but you keep them straight, and she sighs happily.
He kneels next to her, and opens the bottle. The scent of mint, and cinnamon fills the air. He pours out lines of oil across her shoulders, down her back, across her ass, down her legs. You see her lip as he pours. He starts to massage the oil across her skin, teaseling with his fingertips, then kneading her muscles roughly. You feel her muscles tense, pulling slightly at the handcuffs. She sighs with contentment when he runs his fingertips over her spine. He works his hands across her until her skin glows with oil.
You are so enchanted by the way the candlelight reflects off her oiled skin, you don't notice him pick up the feather. Its not until she gasps and nearly pulls you off balance that you see it. He is running the feather along her inner thigh in smooth strokes. He glides it over the back of her knees, than strokes her silky ass until she whimpers. He teases her back with short strokes, all the way up to her neck.
He touches the feather softly along the back of her neck, across the sides, over her face. It is very slow, loving..and makes you yearn for a soft touch. Silently he places the feather on the small table beside the bed, and picks up the twin knives. He pauses, staying completely still. A minute passes, and she lifts her head, trying to listen, to sense what he is doing. He smiles, and taps the two knives together. The metallic ring of it makes her jump, and she pulls against your arms. You pull back, keeping her still, and stretched. A husky moan comes from deep within her throat.