"Trust me, Chance."
For some reason, I did. He led me to the bed and began to undress me. Slowly and with care, as if he were undressing a porcelain doll. In any other circumstance, I would have pushed away, but here with him, I relinquished over all control. Closing my eyes, I sighed.
He gently pushed me to sit on the bed. I opened my eyes and watched him undress – slowly and methodically. The entire time, his eyes were locked on me.
He asked me to stand and walk toward the dresser. Naked physically and feeling even more so emotionally and mentally, I hesitated. A tear escaped my eye and trickled down my cheek. My emotions were so high; I wasn't sure I could keep myself together.
Jeff noticed and tenderly kissed the tear. "It's ok, Chance. Give it up to me. Let me take care of you. You don't have to be strong right now."
As I took the few steps toward the dresser, he followed me. Pulling my hair off the nape of my neck, he kissed and licked my neck and spine down to just above my buttocks. I sighed in the release I was feeling.
"Take control, Jeff. Please."
He placed both hands on my shoulders and carefully pushed me to my knees.
"Stay right there. Don't move until I tell you to."
I heard the armoire clasp open and heard sounds like he was gathering things in his hands. I felt his presence behind me once more. A silk mask was slipped over my eyes blocking out any view of the room. As the blindfold tightened, I became very wet and throbbed deep down.
The unknown of what was happening and the idea that I was under Jeff's complete control excited me. The sensations between the thighs and in my breasts as my nipples became hardened with arousal only added to my desire to surrender to him.
He pulled my arms behind my back, and soft rope encompassed my wrists. It was very soft, but the tightness brought even more excitement. I could feel my skin become flushed.
This excited me, and as he raised me to my feet and led me to the bed, I could feel myself become wetter and moaned. I swear I could feel my juices trickle down my thighs. I was moved to a sitting position and he loosened my wrists. Lifting me and then lowering me to the middle of the bed into a prone position, he joined my wrists to another rope and tightened them over my head. My ankles were then tied to the posts at the foot of the bed, and I lay prone akimbo, exposed and open to whatever he had in mind.
While there was some anxiousness I felt inside, still I trusted this man with my life. Somehow, giving him this control over me was right. It was exciting, and my passion was building.
The bondage was tight, but it did not hurt. I felt him put pressure on the bed beside my head and lift it gently.
"Open your mouth, please."
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FantasyI've heard it all. With my name, Chance, each and every pun has made its way to my ears.
