’ ‘I want for you to need to have sex with me at least three time a week. You’ll find yourself getting almost unbearably aroused if you don’t...have sex after four days. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes.’ Even though she should be becoming more relaxed, I noticed that her hands were a little tense across her chest. I pushed that thought to the side so that I could give her the instructions that she needed. She’d always been quiet as a mouse when we had sex. We started when we were students in her. I lay down on the bed, and mistress proceded to strap bracelets around mywrists and ankles that she then hooked to the table. "Look at you," shetaunted me. "All tied up like that? I could do anything I want to you,couldn't I? Couldn't I?" I agreed that she could. "Maybe I should justleave you here and come back for you in the morning. Would you likethat, Slave?" she asked me.Meanwhile she was lightly pinching my nipples, spanking me, and fondlingmy balls. I did not like it when she. I'd laid in bed and run my fingers through the gradually thickening hair and thought it was the object of my desire. When I discovered my clitoris it was like discovering a magic button and rubbed it rigourously until I nearly hurled myself off the bed on a number of occasions. But masturbation was a poor replacement for human contact. I had had made out with a couple girlfriends but it never went much further than kissing and fondling one anther's breasts. Being quite flat-chested I envied. Nothing came of it. I slept. Silently, he gathered things. Grabbed laces from old running shoes in the closet and a pair of socks from his hamper.Hardon raging, he tried the door and it opened. Stunned, he checked around. I snored. He steeled his nerves - someone would be bent to his will, his power. Swiftly he prepped a knot to secure his prey. He gingerly placed my wrist in the loop and then gathered my hands together. He managed two loops before I was aware. My scream was cut short.