You looked at me with a mixture of wariness and excitement. We'd talked about this before now, but we'd never actually done anything. This was uncharted territory for both of us. It was.... Exciting.
I pulled four silk scarves out of my bag and looked at you. Your breathing was a little fast; not a shock, considering that we were actually going to do what we'd talked about.
"You sure you want to? We can always just go get some drinks."
You shook your head. "No, I want to. I want, well...."
Your eyes were a little wide, and I could see a mix of emotions running through them. Lust. Passion. A little fear. I stepped close to you and laid a soft kiss on your lips. You kissed me back softly at first, but then harder, our tongues dancing together. I slid my hands down to your hips and pulled your body against mine, and you wrapped your arms around my neck. We finally came up for air, and you smiled at me. I slid my hands under the bottom of your shirt.
"Here, let me help."
I slowly lifted the shirt up, and you raised your arms so I could pull it up and over your head, then drop it to the side. I trailed my fingers back down your body, enjoying the sensation of your soft skin under my fingers. I moved my hands to the waistband of your pants and started undoing them, and you kissed me again. I paused long enough to enjoy the kiss, and then continued, pulling your pants down while you wiggled your hips to help get the fabric over them. You reached around to unhook your bra as I slowly slid your panties down. I winked at you, then slowly went to my knees and as I peeled your panties off of you I followed with my mouth just over your skin. I didn't touch you, but you could feel my hot breath on your skin as it was exposed. You finally stepped out of your panties and stood before me naked. Glorious and beautiful, a woman in every sense of the word. I resisted the urge to take you right there, to throw you on the bed and have you like a wild animal, like my brain was screaming at me to do. Instead, I helped you get on the bed and then I picked up the scarves.
Silk isn't prized just because it's soft, but because it's also strong at the same time. It will resist quite a bit of force, but not cut into you. In other words, it won't leave bruises and they won't hurt. This wasn't about pain, it was about control. Pain was a turn-off to me. Control, well.... I started with your right hand, wrapping the scarf around your wrist and making a knot, then tying the other end of the scarf to the bedframe. I moved to your right leg, securing your ankle to the bedframe with a hitch knot that could be undone with a yank on the right part of the end. I moved around the bed, tying you down until you were naked and spread for me. I reached into my bag for one last scarf, this one tied around your eyes, not too hard. You could slip it off without too much effort if you wanted to. You licked your lips nervously.
I reach into my bag and pull out two last objects - a feather, and a jar. I take the feather first, and slowly begin stroking you with just the tip of it. I see you trying to figure out what's touching you. It's the feather from a red-tailed hawk that I found while on a walk back home, and it's rather firm. I trace circles on your skin with the tip of the feather, tracing your curves, brushing your skin lightly. You bite your bottom lip, trying to decide if you like this or not.
I took the jar and removed the lid. I dip my finger into it, and then lean over you and say "I've got something for you to taste." You smile and stick your tongue out a bit. I dab my finger on your tongue and you suck my finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around and making me groan just a bit. The surge of lust as your tongue cleaned my finger made my head swim. I pulled my finger out and you frowned a bit as you tried to figure out what you were tasting. Sweetness and spice. It was honey, with just a little bit of clove, cinnamon and a touch of cayenne. I didn't want a whole lot of heat, just a tiny bit. Enough to make your skin tingle. Or other parts of you. I watched your face as you felt the heat slowly spread across your tongue. You swallowed, and softly murmured... "Oh my...."
I dipped my finger in the honey again and lightly rubbed it over your nipple. I waited just a bit, and you inhaled as you felt the heat slowly start to build on your sensitive skin. I painted your other nipple with the honey, and then slowly traced your skin down past your waist, past your hips. You squirmed a bit as my fingers inched their way down, over your pubic bone, until they rested right at the very top of your pussy lips. I watched you breathe, your breasts heaving up and down, your nipples hard from the heat of the spices and the excitement you were feeling. I slid my other hand down, slowly tracing your pussy lips with my fingers, until I cupped your entire pussy with my hand, just adding a little bit of pressure.
The heel of my hand was over your clit, and I started sliding my hand up and down, pressing just a small bit. You opened your legs for me, giving me more space to move. I could feel your clit under my hand and I pressed my thumb against it lightly, stroking it as my hand continued moving up and down. Your hips were moving in time with my hand, pressing back against me, trying to get more contact and more sensation. I stopped my movements, holding my hand still, and then curled my fingers, sliding them between your pussy lips and feeling your wetness. You gave a whimper as my fingers went inside you just a little, dipping into the entrance of your pussy and pulling back out, never fully sliding inside.