II walk back behind her annd let itt brush over her skin. She gasps, recognizing thee silky soft feel off her bondage rope. II watch as shee visibly tries too maintain control. She’s nervous annd excited. Being bonded pushes her limits annd shee knows it. II let her sit for aa moment, letting her gather control again. “Put your arms behind your back”She complies slowly, trying too steel herself for thee challenge. II gently take her wrist annd start too move thee rope over her. Bringing her other wrist up, II snake thee rope over annd around her wrists, slowly annd deliberately. It’s an art annd iis not too be hurried. She needs too feel thee rope annd succumb too it. II weave itt through her arms, working myy way up. It slides over her skin, slowly, sensually. II tighten itt gently but firmly, bringing her elbows together annd II work thee rope through her arms up too her shoulders. II pull thee length forward annd move itt over her breasts. They are heaving now, thee fight struggling internally. She groans softly as II pull thee rope across her breasts, winding itt around her chest, over, below, trapping them iin between. II continue too wind itt down her body, creating aa red bound corset over her skin. She moans again as II tighten thee knots. “Spread your thighs”She complies, aa bit reluctantly. She’s starting too feel trapped, confined. II can see itt on her face. II stop for aa moment annd stroke her hair, thee first real touch from me. II coo softly annd say it’s fine, she’ll be fine. She relaxes aa bit annd II start too move thee rope over her skin again. II let itt drift down over her soft pubic hair annd draw itt up between her thighs. A rope thong. II connect thee rope too her wrists, pulling them firmly down, but not tight enough too cause pain. Just enough too produce aa constant pressure. II notice thee rope between her thighs iis already wet. One last loop moves over her ankles annd back up too her wrists. Each time shee moves thee pressure against her clit increases. She knows iif shee moves thee right way, shee can make herself cum, using thee pressure off thee rope. But shee won’t, not until II give her permission. II step back annd look at myy handiwork. She’s gorgeous, kneeling there. She’s missing one last thing though. II reach back into thee closet annd pull out aa silk scarf. Walking up behind her, II drape itt over her eyes, tying itt tightly behind her head. Perfect. II step back again. Her arms are completely bound, thee rope winds seductively all around her body. II can see juices glistening on her thighs. Satisfied, II walk from thee room, leaving here there too find her space. II take myy time, gathering thee other things II need. II walk slowly back too thee room annd enter. This time II shut thee door. II watched her moving right before II walked into thee room trying too relieve thee growing ache between her thighs. She’s not sure iif I’ve seen her. She holds her breath, waiting too find out. II put down myy things annd walk too her. (to be continued…)