She had blindfolded herself and awaited me kneeling in the middle of the room, on the wood floor just as I had instructed.
She had followed every detail of my instructions perfectly and even with a bit of flair. The long front locks of her hair pulled back and braided over the loose tresses in back in a way I had mentioned offhandedly that I like. The silver hoops in her ears engraved with a subtle filigree.
I walked around her and examined her without a word. The heavy footfalls of my leather shoes making the only sound.
“Rise.”
My voice not much more than a firm whisper.
A flash of pubic hair. Pretty breasts swinging gently. Muscles flexing first in one thigh, then another. She came to standing with her hands at her sides. As I had instructed she was wearing nothing more than sheer, black thigh-high stockings snapped into simple black garter and ending in exquisite, and obviously very expensive black heels.
I wanted to stand back and drink all of her in. Later.
“Place your hands behind your back.”
I trussed her wrists quickly round with a length of rope and tied it fast.