Slowly, I seem to be waking and welcoming consciousness but something is different. I try to move my arms, but I can't. They are laden with sleep; I convince my mind and drift back into a dream. Attempting to roll over, suddenly I am very awake and aware that I am restrained. I realize that not only are my arms bound but my legs as well. I lift my head up to look around but it is too dark; I cannot see anything. Then I realize, it isn't really dark, I have a soft blindfold keeping sight from me.
Testing my tethers, I feel them tight on my wrist as I pull. I try each of my four limbs and I am most definitely under your command. I whisper your name. No answer. I call out to you and you hear a little panic in my voice. I feel your finger on my lips and all you tell me is, "Shhhhhhhhhhh."
Gooseflesh travels my body, up and down my spine, as the cool chill of the morning air hits my naked, spread-eagle body. I feel so vulnerable at this moment: naked, tied, blindfolded, and under your complete control. This is what I want, I remember. This is my fantasy I shared with you several weeks ago. This is exhilarating and I can feel the tingle start to spread through my body.
It is said when you lose the use of one of your senses, the others become more acute. I believe this now. I can smell the orange ginger wafting through the air. The faint hint of rose catches my breath as I breathe in deeply. However, I cannot tell where you are.
Something is tickling my nose and I think it is my own auburn hair that has traveled over my face. I move my head a little and try to flip my hair, but it comes back, brushing against my nose. I try to blow air up from my mouth to remove the irritant, but it is still there. It moves down to my lips and throat and I realize it is a feather, soft as a sigh, trailing down my torso just barely touching my skin. I am ticklish and you decide to torment me by tracing my limbs with the feather. Starting at my silk-bound wrist, you move the feather in maniacal patterns on my ivory skin, spending time on those places you know I am ultra-sensitive. I wiggle to try to get away from the feather but you continue, relentlessly tormenting under my arms, the side of my ribs, my outer thighs and down to my feet. I can't help but gasp and giggle and I wonder if you are enjoying this teasing of me? I feel my body responding to your touch, my nipples hardening, and the warmth increasing between my legs.
Suddenly, the feather is gone, but the smell of rose is pungent in the air. I feel the velvet softness on the swell of my breast first and it causes me to arch my back in surprise. You circle that softness around the entirety of both breasts in a slow figure 8 motion several times and quiet whimpers come from my lips. Brushing against my hardened nipples, I realize the object you have is indeed a rose, and that softness is the opening petals of a blossom. You brush each sensitive nipple several times before moving the rose in the valley of my breasts and move it up to my chin and then straight back down. In a straight line, you are headed to my navel, which you swirl the rose around a few times and then, the rose is gone.
Tingling in anticipation of your next move, I let out a content sigh. You are so quiet and stealthily moving about- I can't wait for your next move. I feel the movement of air and then, quite unexpectedly, the feeling of that velveteen softness on my inner thigh, heading straight up to the source of my heat. It is so soft on my freshly-shaven lips, so cool on my heat. I buck my hips as much as I can with my ankles restrained and moan as you slide the petals up and down my slit, gathering my dew.
