It is early evening. The light has faded and we are sitting on the sofa. I gently rub your feet and eventually you shift and look up at me. I adore the look on our face. You glance down at your phone, tap something brief, then say: "I know what you want."
I smile and ask: "What do I want?"
You move closer to me and say: "You want me to tell you to take off your clothes." You can see the excitement in my eyes so you reply: "But you haven't earned it yet, take off your socks and your sweater."
You begin to slide your hands up under my clothes and warm me up. After a few blissful minutes you say: "Go to the bedroom." I sit and wait.
You go to the bathroom and shower; as you get out of the water you add: "Take your jeans off and stand in the corner."
Of course, I comply.
You return wearing your best underwear and look at me, I am feeling indulged; my mind wanders on what you might do for me. I'd simply love you to slowly pull down your knickers and bend over in front of me. Instead, you tell me to turn around and face the wall. I turn, and you slowly remove my t-shirt and clasp my hands behind my back and bind them. I didn't see what you used, but it feels like I am cuffed, and then my eyes are covered with a scarf.
My ankles are bound very loosely so it is impossible to move, but I won't fall. You gently turn me around with your hands, kiss me on the lips, say nothing and move away.