Gentle darkness covers my eyes as a soft velvet blindfold encircles my head. I feel it gently tug behind my head. I feel his fingers slowly stroke my hair to my shoulder. I feel a bit of apprehension as his fingers touch my clothed shoulders and softly caress down my arms till they reach my own fingers. Softly he takes my hands in my own and lifts them. Warm moist air covers my palms before his lips brush my finger tips. I feel him pulling me, and I concede, rising to stand before him, his lips still sending electric tingles through my hands as he kisses them. I feel a slight nibble on my hand, a playful bite. My heartbeat quickens, anticipation of the unknown thrilling me. One of his hands release my own and I feel another tug, as the belt to the robe I wear unknots. Cool air invades the warmth inside my robe and I know it has fallen open in the front. His other hand releases my other hand. I stand there waiting and time passes, I hear nothing, feel nothing, see nothing. Just as I think he has left me I feel my robe being pulled open from behind. I know I must not move unless he instructs me to, so I remain unmoving as my robe is pulled from me. My nipples crinkle in the cool air, and the thought he can see me in all my glory. I feel a kiss on my shoulder and then nothing again. His hands recapture my own and pulls me, and though the room is not that big it feel like a long walk. He is still silent, I can barely hear the whisper of his clothes as we move. He stops moving forward, but pulls me closer.
"Turn around," I hear said in a whisper.
I do as commanded, and then feel myself being pushed back slowly. My back encounters something soft and yielding and yet firm, till I can no longer move backwards. I stand there unsure of what is to come next, so I shiver when he captures my hands in his. My wrist are crossed, and then I feel something silken surround them, binding my hand together. He slowly rotates my arms up over my head. And holds them there. I feel the heat from his body, he must only be inches away. I whimper softly, I want to touch him, but in this my needs are first and yet last.
"Lift up onto your toes," another whisper, but no less a command.
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