Your robe opened and pulled down your shoulders as I finish binding your wrists to your ankles. Walking back across the room and sitting down in my chair. Lighting a cigar and sitting back and watching you. Chuckling softly to myself as I watch you pull on your restraints. Your hips squirming around the couch as your head swivels, searching around the room as you try to sense where I am. Knowing that your clit is throbbing in anticipation of what is going to follow.
Can someone eat me for breakfast already?