Kim jumped right into her role, ?Get those fucking clothes off and put your hands behind your back.? I wasn’t even aware that the cameras had...begun to roll, but I quickly complied. She slid behind me running her hands over my chest and telling me to relax. She tied my wrists together and then my elbows, bringing them within an inch or two of touching. I heard her mumble to herself about getting them to touch by the end of the shoot. After finishing with my arms, she next tied my ankles. “Do you want me to fuck you?” “Yes.” “Yes, what?” he asked, he picked up the bar of soap and began rubbing it over her breasts. “Yes, please,” she gripped the counter for support. “As you wish,” he whispered in her ear. He shoved his penis into her, burying his length in her warm, soft inside. He kept up a steady pace, thumping in and out of her. His hand kept playing with her soapy boobs, sliding over them, and twisting the nipples gently. He watched her facial expressions in the mirror. Her. I remember her sashaying into the room with that ‘All that and a bag of chips’ attitude. I knew from simply looking at her that she’d never had to beg, never had to work at getting any man to do her bidding. She was perfection personified and she knew it, from her deep raven locks to her dainty feet and all the space in between. He, of course, was not just ‘any Man’. He was Master/Dom/Top and by the end of this adventure, He would skillfully bring out her true self, the one she kept locked away. Now you were in full dom mode - calm, sure, methodical, and utterly uninterested in my opinion on how the night should go. Suddenly you were behind me - you ran your hand down my ass over my skirt, continuing right down the back of my bare leg all the way to my ankle. You locked a cuff on to it and then slapped the inside of my other thigh; I quickly spread my legs as far as I could, causing the rope to pull tight on my arms. You clamped my other ankle in the spreader bar and I could feel you.