M/F
Upon returning to our table, my fantasies were flowing like water. Tiffany hadn’t a clue. I noticed a small white ribbon wrapped around some candle décor on the table.
“Place both your hands under the middle of the table, palms facing towards each other, wrists tightly together,” I instructed her instinctively.
She did so immediately, without a look of hesitation in her eye. Was this the wine acting up or was she genuinely becoming more comfortable around me? Perhaps more aroused?
As she watched, I casually undid the ribbon around the candle base and brought it under the table, feeling forward until my hands met hers. Looking into her eyes as she gazed back, I gently tied the ribbon around her delicate wrists, binding them together.
“Move yourself closer to me. Move your chair inward,” I told her, satisfied with my work.
Tiffany complied. We were now only a short distance apart from each other, as this was a small table. It was then that I noticed her following orders immediately and without question, without even so much as saying anything. She was in a completely submissive mindset, which I fed directly off of.