It was silenced when she stepped onto the carpet. She looked around at the various BDSM devices I had set up. Her heart sped up a few beats and her br...athing became more audible. She was excited and willing. "Take your pick," I said. She replied that you're the boss, you call the shots.I then stood her in front of it and bent her over, lifted her hands backwards over her head and clasped her wrists around the window bar. I handcuff them into place and move to her feet. I place the spreader bar. To hell with it, lets get wet.Down the steps into the water, slightly cool after the night, it will soon warm up. I swim around a bit and end up with my back to the side and my arms on the edge. I close my eyes and rest my head on the lip of the pool.It could have been seconds or minutes, I couldn't tell. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Someone is watching me. I open my eyes and you are standing on the opposite side of the pool looking down at me, with a sheepish look on your face.. She had a feeling that it might be Jake. The one man that she had loved so completely, and being so naïve as to think he could love her back. She wasn’t sure why she thought it might be him, other than the fact that her body thrummed to life when she saw what her ‘secret admirer’ had brought her that day. The basket of daisies had held a small post card painting of a woman leaning against her lover as he held her in front of him. The man in the painting has his hand running through her hair,. The more I had her, the more I craved, adapting myself to fill her every need. Delay, denial, eagerness, and anticipation, all of it proved so much more powerful, causing me to fashion myself into new forms for each fetish. I changed…I grew…Each day becoming better... I barely touched her mind, nudging here and there to keep her safe. And so as she pulled me towards her, eyes fluttering in one last orgasm, I let loose a stream of semen laced with enough of a sedative to last until the end of.