And as always, I enjoy reading your comments.This was ridiculous. Outside the wind was gusting up to thirty miles per hour, and it was about to start ...ouring any minute. He was starting to feel like a fool. Whoever belonged to the mysterious voice was twenty minutes late. The whole thing sounded too far-fetched to be legit, anyway. I’ll wait another ten minutes, he thought. If he isn’t here by then, I’m taking off.He had about three fingers of beer left in the bottle, so rather than order. Her wrists and ankles are tied with bands to attach to the ropes.I am her dominant and she is my slave.I can see her excitement while I was taking her to tie her up.I finished tying her and closed her eyes with a cloth.I left the room to be silent for a while.She cant see anything but all the other senses are my key to pleasure her.She can listen and just feel.In that silent room, all she can hear was our breaths and feel her own heart thumping.Then I broke the silence giving her some orders as. I Just Wrote Down How I Feel And Thought It Would Be CoolTo Put This Up Somewhere. If You Do Not Like My Story Well… Stop Reading.. If You Like, Write A Comment. Because my story is to short, it will be put up again so it can equal 5000 characters. ……….. She was willing to let me feel on her. I thought I would lose control before the time came. I needed to feel her velvety soft skin on my fingertips. Taste her lips that were pouty and swollen from our unfinished kiss. I never wanted to devour. He didn’t know anything significant except that his son and Jill were alive, and not sitting in a hospital on Amtrak’s dime. He rushed off the train, down the concourse, past the ticket windows, and into the Metropolitan Lounge. The lounge attendant, who he knew, gave him a quizzical look, to which he replied, “21”, the number of the Texas Eagle.He quickly walked over to the pay-phone bank, and put his go-bag at his feet. He picked up the phone, pressed 0, and then told the operator he wanted.