“You’ll do as I say?” She sobs and fresh tears stream down her face. “Yes!” She chokes again, her sobbing making it harder for her to breath.... I smile. “Good girl.” I praise her. She continues to sob as I remove the rope from under the blankets and wrap her arms around her front, securing her wrists together behind her back (like a straightjacket, without the jacket) I push her forward until she is leaning over the edge of the bed. Then I walk around to the end of the bed and unzip my pants, my. " Yes please!"He exclaimed, "Tell me more, this is something I'm going to like.."He sounded excited. This gave me the confidence to tell him everything."I like the idea that you're helpless."I told him, "Injured or damaged..but it has to be the result of something really heroic or dramatic, so you can be my wounded hero and I can make you all better.." Or I can be crippled and helpless and dependant on you and in need of all your attention especialy the sexual kind."He suggested.He was my. I told him he didn't have a thing to worry about - that I was a big girl and knew how to handle myself with anyone that tried getting out of line with me. I explained to him that even though I go to the parties in very sexy outfits and stay out most of the night it was all in good clean fun. The truth is that I have succumbed to the temptation of some party stud on more than one occasion, but I thought I convinced him that I was a miss goody-two-shoes at these parties.However, not long ago, Tom. I can feel the heat left from your hands, but that is nothing compared to your electric touch. You move around to my right side, my head turning slightly. You lean close to my face, your warm breath puffing softly against my ear. You study me for a single heartbeat before your voice caresses me, “Beg slut, you know you want too. Must we play this game every time?” You say this lovingly, gently, easing my fears, allowing me your permission to give you my gift wholeheartedly. My tongue sweeps my.