I've been dropping little hints about it all week. If I ever get my ass to the store for a much needed little something, it promises to be exciting. I mentioned duct tape, but you suggested velvet rope. Either would do. But when we finally get home, I'm going to start with the blindfold. I'm going to lead you into the bedroom, I'm going to tie it tight around your head and make sure you can't see a thing. I'm going to unbutton your pants and slowly slide them to the floor and help you step out of them, along with your socks and underwear. You are standing there in only your shirt and bra, blindfolded. I am kneeling in front of you, lightly running my fingers up and down your legs. I slide my hands up under your shirt and carefully lift it over your head. I can feel your skin getting warmer. I stand behind you and unhook your bra, and very slowly I push the straps off your shoulders.
You are now completely naked as I lead you to the bed. I have you lay in the very center, and I take your hands and bind them together above your head. Then I run binding from the legs of the bed to hold your wrists down. I bind your feet similarly, but separate, so that your legs are conveniently apart. Then I go into the other room for the props I've collected the past week. I have a large, soft feather, which I lightly run all over your skin, down your arms, across your face, over your breasts and stomach, down each leg.
You are getting more and more aroused, frustrated. I move on to the peaches. I open the small can of peaches and remove one slice. I run it past your lips, smearing them with the syrup. I put one end in my mouth and move close to you, and you take the other end in your mouth, and we eat the slice together, and our lips meet at the end. I take another slice to your breast, allowing the syrup to drip onto your nipple. You are breathing heavier. I rub the peach all over your tit, then I clean off the sweet liquid with my tongue. I take another slice, balance it on your other breast, and slowly eat it off your flesh, my teeth grazing your nipple. I pour the last of the liquid in the can over your stomach and legs, and I rub it in like lotion. You're a little squirmy at my touch, you are almost begging me to pay more attention to a certain area.
Not just yet, I tell you. I am lapping at your stomach and legs while massaging your breast aimlessly. You are moaning, it is encouraging. I set the empty can down and pick up a glass of ice cubes. I take a cube and without warning apply it to your breasts, and the sudden chill makes you jump. You gasp as I run it all over your body, and it melts quickly. I dip my hand in the nearby bowl of warm water and run that everywhere the ice cube touched. You are shuddering with shock and pleasure. I position myself between your legs and breathe hotly on your already sopping wet pussy. You exclaim in anticipation. I hover a cube over and around your swelling clit, lightly at first, then soon I am assaulting it with the ice. It melts and drips down to mix with your own juices. I run the ice all over your pussy, and you thrust your pelvis despite your bindings.
