Imagine the velvet chaise with mahogany claw feet, its burgundy velvet shining in the diffused lights. I am standing in front of him, facing the chair, untying my robe and letting it fall to the mirror-waxed black stone floor. I wear only the cool air and a plain silver necklace chain.
I can hear him step forward; hear the leather's light rustle and the faint clink of chain links. The blindfold first, black cloth folds block out light with his hands combing my curls up to tie a quick knot at the top of my neck. He turns me around and clasps my hands, rubbing his thumbs along mine. He clasps and buckles suede-lined heavy cuffs around each of my wrists. I can feel the air move along my hip as he bends down to buckle larger ones around each ankle.
He hooks his fingers in the D-rings on my wrist cuffs, stands, and begins walking me back by my wrists, pushing me with his large chest, clad in soft, tight cotton. I put my feet on top of his shoes, and allow him to walk me back until velvet and cool wood touch the backs of my knees and calves. I sit down. He pushes my hands down toward the floor, and releases them. I hear the rustle again, feel him grasp one wrist; hear the snick of a clip on one D-ring and the clink of the chain again. I rub my thighs and shoulders against the soft fabric, sinking my ass into the springy cushion. I pull my hands out a bit and feel the chain catch on the back, while warm hands attach my ankles apart by a bar that runs between them under the lounge.
My legs are open and the air is almost cold. My nipples are small hard candies on my chest. A nearby breeze wafts chilly on my very wet cunt. Every nerve jumps randomly, each cell is awake for any sense input. Hot gasoline floods every blood vessel. I can hear nothing but an occasional soft shuffle of shoe on floor, my breath quickening, my heartbeat the chug of a train gathering speed on a long stretch of flat track.
"Snick," opens and closes the camera eye, on the expanse of my invisible naked flesh. I am more vulnerable, more helpless than ever before; as never before I feel secure, safe, protected -- and frustrated. I let go of the tension, knees and thighs relax, slick swollen petals part. The bloom reveals a silver circle of steel, small through the hood of my clit. A trickle of warm fluid weeps onto my thighs.
