He loosened his collar where his silk maroon tie had been just minutes earlier. He felt he needed to loosen just a little, he pushed back on the slight excitement, regaining control quickly. Then pushed his arm out from his suit just enough to lift his watch up to his eyes. He glanced, five minutes, five more to go. He looked calmly down at her, naked and prone, forearms and feet bound with patterned entwined knots where she lay, spread out on her back, blindfolded. His silk tie warmly covering her eyes. She could just smell him on the tie. He would not speak to her, no matter what she said, only if she uttered her safe word would he quickly release her, or until the ten minutes were up. He knew he had to break through to her gently, for she was an intelligent woman. He had noticed her before, seemingly aloof and uninterested, but really, she was just defensive, some would say shy. But really she had a need, a hunger. He knew she was fighting to break free through her barrier. He felt she wanted help to push through her barriers, to go deeper, deeper into her secrets… the pain that was quietly simmering there. He saw it. He knew her struggle with letting go and yet feeling comfortable being restrained, hence the ropes and bondage she expressed her desire for, physically restraining her, comforting her. Her classy background was her restraint that was holding back her innermost desires, and it had started to show.