“If you want, I just want to feel restrained. Out there on stage I’m pretty much a free spirit, I can do whatever the hell I want but here I want to feel restrained, like I can’t escape.”
“Okay,” I guided her around until her back was to the faux brass bedhead, “I don’t know how much punishment this bedhead can take but let’s test it out.”
It might seem odd but I’ve never gone in for role play or bondage, even though this was considered light bondage, she’s never asked to be whipped but she’s not totally against it yet. However once she was handcuffed to the bed I saw something in her eyes, a mixture of anticipation and fear. I started with firm stroking motions up and down her front, focusing on her breasts and belly, before heading further down to her p***y. Her breathing became shallo
