Now I truly have you. You lay splayed out on the bed before me, the rope comfortably, yet firmly restraining your limbs. It contorts your body into such lovely lines, such sexy angles. The blossom of your sexuality appears beautifully exposed, enticingly vulnerable. The rope is elegant around your naked wrists, punctuating the seductive planes of your bare body. It is sublime in its silent participation in our play. The curves and careful knots are sensuous; a quiet accessory to our sex, an inanimate accomplice to our deviance.
Your trust is intoxicating. Your surrender to me is invigorating. I find myself high and pulsating off the energy of this situation, the force of your gift to me. Nothing can match the excitement of having you here at my sweet mercy.
I honor your trust completely, utterly respecting what you have so dearly committed to me. You have handed yourself over to me. I do not take advantage of your exquisite vulnerability. I strive for your pleasure as much as I enjoy and relish your submission. I want you to feel the way you control me, suspended in such a perfect position of restraint, immobilized beautifully for my sight and touch.
Any hint of apprehension dissolves from the features of your face as my hands find your soft, warm flesh. I can feel you more when you are unable to move; I can take you in and savor you more when you are consensually trapped. I spread my lubricated hands in slow circles over the blank canvas of your skin, leaving trails in your flesh and letting the sweet aroma waft up from your throbbing body heat.
I tantalize your nerves, bringing my fingers across every inch of your exposed body. I amplify your restraint. I want your desire to be palpable, I want to taste it. Your eyes watch me, drink in the way I ravage you. Your eyes move and your head rolls in the absence of being able to move any other of your parts. But I know you do not miss the mobility. I worship the nerves of your restrained body.
I work over you slowly, so slowly, savoring every second of my control, thriving on each minute your body is sensually tangled in my knots. I learned this technique especially for you. I took time to study, research, and fantasize just for this moment; just for you. I want this session to be everything you desired.
I push and tease your sensations until I affect your breathing, your heartbeat. I feel my desire swell as I watch your eyelids flutter in pleasure; I can see your face become flushed. My rhythm echoes in your sweet moans. I can feel the precious pulsation of your heart beneath my wandering fingers.
I want you to cum for me, scream for me, and show me how much you love it. I feel your body begin to tremble and quiver under my touch. I hear your sounds and breathing hesitate. Your orgasm is brilliant. The way it undulates and rolls through you mesmerizes me. You are never more beautiful than when I make you cum.
The New Intimacy