How did I get here? I suppose it doesn’t matter now that I’m trussed up like a prize Christmas turkey. The blindfold presses against my eyelids, robbing my sight entirely. I can feel my face sinking against the surface of the bed while you fasten my restraints. My wrists, bound, lie useless above my head. A mound of pillows supports my hips, forcing my ass high in the air – on display, every part of me vulnerable and ready to be used. You finish attending to the ties that keep my ankles spread and take a beat. I assume you’re admiring your handiwork. I fidget against my bonds, wondering what you intend to do with me now.
“Very nice. This will do nicely.” You lean close to my face and brush my hair away from my blindfolded eyes. I can feel your breath against my cheek. “Get comfortable, I’m going to play with you like this for a long time.” You place a short, hard kiss on my mouth but withdraw before I have chance to sink into it, leaving me pouting and wanting more.