~ willow ~

Kneeling on the cold, hard floor. Naked, my head bowed, eyes downcast. Knees invitingly apart and my wrists crossed behind my back. I wait.

I gasp when he finally touches me and my heart begins to race. He stands before me but i keep my eyes to the ground. His fingers lightly caress my face and stroke my hair. I can't help but smile and savour his touch.

Abruptly he stops and walks purposefully across the room. I daren't look but the rest of my senses are keenly aware of his movements. I hear a drawer open, then close. Then his footsteps coming slowly toward me.

My body tingles in anticipation, my breath quickens, my mouth dry. I clench my fists, nervous...but a nudge at my hands from Sir's shoe and i relax them again.

Sir is knelt behind me now, i can feel him, smell him. I am suddenly aware of his hands, glimpsing them as they pass either side of my face and gripping a length of rope.

I breathe deep as i feel the rope encircle my neck snugly. Closing my eyes as i feel Sir twisting and binding at the nape of my neck.

The rope follows my spine until it reaches my crossed wrists and Sir skillfully binds them tightly together. Silently he works, criss crossing and weaving the rope from my wrists to my elbows. Tightening and pulling. My back arches, my chest pushed outward as my arms are bound firmly.

When his work is done i feel him stop to appreciate the result. He follows the path of the rope on my skin, sending shivers through my body. My nipples harden and tingle, my pussy wet and craving his touch.

He leans in and i feel his breath before i feel his soft kiss on my shoulder. I bite my lip, resisting the urge to whisper fervently how much i need him, desire him, love him and belong to him.

I feel his strong hand grip the back of my neck and he pushes me forward. I now kneel, doubled over, my arms bound tight behind my back. The rope presses a little on my throat as i let my forehead rest on the floor.

I hear him rise and walk slowly across the room. I hear the door open, i don't move and stop myself from speaking out of turn and begging him to stay. The light flicks off and the door closes with a click.

I wait.