Our Afternoon
"You trust me not to hurt you and not to make you do anything you don't enjoy, don't you my love?" Steve asked his wife.
"Yes, of course I do. Why?" Bethany asked, not quite sure what he was up to. Steve was like that.
"I'm thinking of something naughty I want to do to you. Do you want me to show you?"
This had to be good. When they were dating they would start their online conversations with "I'm thinking of asomething naughty" when they wanted to sext. "Oh yes. Please show me," she moaned.
He got the rope kit from the closet and unzipped the bag. He took out the scarlet blindfold. "It starts with me tying this on your pretty head."
"Mmm, that's a great start."
He carefully tied the blindfold, tight but not too tight. "Now, put your arms behind your back and put your palms together." He took a length of rope and tied it just below her left wrist. Quickly, expertly he tied her forearms to just below the elbows. He slipped a finger under the rope to test the tightness. "How's that?"
"That's good, tight but not too tight."
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"Yes, of course I do. Why?" Bethany asked, not quite sure what he was up to. Steve was like that.
"I'm thinking of something naughty I want to do to you. Do you want me to show you?"
This had to be good. When they were dating they would start their online conversations with "I'm thinking of asomething naughty" when they wanted to sext. "Oh yes. Please show me," she moaned.
He got the rope kit from the closet and unzipped the bag. He took out the scarlet blindfold. "It starts with me tying this on your pretty head."
"Mmm, that's a great start."
He carefully tied the blindfold, tight but not too tight. "Now, put your arms behind your back and put your palms together." He took a length of rope and tied it just below her left wrist. Quickly, expertly he tied her forearms to just below the elbows. He slipped a finger under the rope to test the tightness. "How's that?"
"That's good, tight but not too tight."
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