She tied my hands to the corners of the bed. My feet were already fastened, and I was laid out spread eagle, blindfolded, shivering, and unable to do anything about it.
"Are you cold?"
I was a bit but more excited. We'd never done this before. Well, she'd never done this before. Whenever we went down the bondage path, I was the one who initiated. But I wanted to try being the submissive.
I told her.
And now, here I was at her mercy. I shivered with anticipation.
"A bit," I replied.
And I heard her leave. I suddenly felt exposed and vulnerable. She could go, I thought, and there was nothing I could do but savor the delicious vulnerability.
She didn't leave.
I heard the heat kick in.
And then she was back.
I felt her moving around on the bed as she situated herself between my spread legs. I heard her pop the top on the oil bottle, then felt its cool wetness drizzle onto my belly, hips, and the crease of my crotch.
Then hands.
They slid onto my inner thighs and then slowly rubbed up past my hips, her fingers rubbing the crease of my crotch before massaging their way up to my chest.
There was more oil. More rubbing; her hands were everywhere except for the one part of my body that strained for attention.
She ignored it.
Slowly, she lowered her chest onto my oily body. She covered my almost painfully screaming for attention erection; and glided over my penis, belly, and chest. I felt the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her breastbone.
Her lips met mine, and she kissed me.
