I tie his wrists, bind his ankles, and blindfold him, leaving him completely at my mercy.
The silk across his eyes ensures my voice is the only guide he has.
I circle him slowly, the click of my heels echoing on the hardwood floor. He can’t see me, but he feels every flick of the feather as it traces his skin, teasing his cock until it throbs with need.
His body trembles under my touch, but he doesn’t flinch. He’s mine to command, mine to deny.
