Hands folded over my chest I y on the sofa ‘resting’, though the reality was that I was only ying here because she told me to. I was far too excited about what Heather had in store for me to truly rex. The more I thought about it the hornier I got…and the hungrier I became for aaste of her. During our walk I’d told her that I didn’t give a damn about her hohat it was her I cared about, and at the time I meant it with all of my heart. But as time passed, it was nearing 24 hours now since my final taste, I found that I was craving it more and more. My thoughts lingered on the big throbbing source of that honey and the ways in which a good boy might get more of it. Knowing that I couldn’t get anymore I do what I to push the thoughts from my mind, though the yearning remained.

  As I y there listening to her doing some tidying up and whatever else she to, I couldn’t actually see her thanks to the back of the couch, I am struck by the plete 180 my life had taken the past couple of days. On Monday at this hour I was slumped back staring at my puter s watg something I couldn’t even clearly recall now as Bir did the same. We could have been doing something together, something fun or iing or sexy, but instead we were each wallowing in a fog-brained world of our own.

  As I refle it a paradox arises. With Bir I had total freedom. She didn’t care what I did, when I did it, or how I did it as long as it didn’t effect her. She would eveo me sometimes and wao take the lead when making a decision. But it was in that very freedom that I felt trapped. Here iher’s quaint home I had found rules, structure, expectations and straight up ands. In her gentle way she had taken trol of me. Even when I didn’t have a direct order I had the guiding star of what I believed would make Heather happy or proud. And it was within that warm b of trol that I had never felt more free.

  Back then I had been numb. Physically, emotionally, and sexually numb. Our ck of intimad attray performance issues, the ck of respect, everything stemmed ultimately to Bir and I not fulfilling each others needs. We were a bad match. I’d stayed with her out of veniend because I feared that maybe that was as good as things got in this imperfect world. I was wrong. Heather had revealed to me a whole new universe of possibilities. While I might never have a woman as perfect as Heather I now khat I didn’t o settle for a woman like Bir. I knew better my own needs and was more sensitive to providing for my partner. Heather hadn’t simply freed me, she’d begun to fix my broken spirit.

  “Hey cutie.” She peeks over the back of the sofa. “Sleepin?”

  “Mm.” I smile and shake my head no.

  Crossing her arms over the back she rests her on them and gazes down at me. “You still wanna watch me?”

  “Mm.” My smile widens as I nod my head yes.

  “I thought you’d say that.” Reag doweases at my bangs. “I’m a bit nervous.”

  “Why?”

  “You’ll be the first man besides Alexao see me in that way.”

  “Your other honey boys?”

  She shakes her head. “Never. I’d py with them in publiever alone. Never in private.”

  “But st night…”

  “That was different.” A soft smile warms her geous features. “My handsome man needed some lovin. Tonight feels, I don’t know. Selfish. Especially after what we talked about in the park.”

  “It’s okay to be selfish sometimes.”

  “I fess that the thought of you watg me excites me. A lot.” Her index firaces ay forehead and down my temple, her brown eyes following it’s path. “It would be good for me to beore fortable with a man’s presence. Getting used to being seen again. Allowing myself to feel…sexual again.”

  I whisper. “I want to see you, Heather.”

  “You’ll be kind?”

  “Heather, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

  “There’s that silver tongue of yain.” Her finger slowly passes ay lips. “I think of a couple of better uses for a man’s tongue, but fttery is close behind.”

  “Oh!”

  “Sorry.” She pulls her hand away. “I don’t mean to tease.”

  “It’s okay. I like it.”

  “I guess we better start so we get you to bed at a reasonable hour.”

  “Yes, please.”

  “You’ll still respect me in the m?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s what men always say.” She chuckles. “Or so I’m told.” Standing up she takes a deep breath and says. “Alright the’s do this.”

  “Yes!” I pop up off of the sofa with a zeal that belied my supposed exhaustion.

  “Ha ha ha! Somebody’s excited.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “First, go get into your jammies.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.”

  “Then e back here and grab yourself a chair.”

  “A chair?”

  “You’re just watg for the first bit.” She says. “Until I’ve cooled this fire you’ve stoked up ih all your sexy smilin and ughin and frisbee pyin you and I are not going to touch. We’re doing this for fun, baby. We’re not taking any risks.”

  “Yes, Ma’am.” I nod. “Got it. Pajamas. Chair.”

  “And then…” A shudder runs down her body, though she hides it well. “…e knoy door. I’ll call you in when I’m ready.”

  ***

  Knock, knock, knock.

  Within just a few seds the dlides open to reveal Heather standing in a red silk robe that hugged her voluptuous body in all the right ways. The only other piece of clothing that I could see on her were a pair of sheer bck stogs c her shapely calves a. Her makeup had been freshened up, her full lips now a deep glossy red. But it was the sultry fire in her eyes that anded my attention most of all.

  “Woah!”

  She looks me up and down in a way that made me think she might gobble me up right there on the spot but theo the side to allow me in. Her room was sumptuous with rich colors, evocative perfumed aromas and luxurious decor. At odds with the rest of her humble abode the space exuded a css that could only be achieved through wealth. A wealth borrowed from aime and another life as evidenced by the slightly custrophobise of too much packed in too tightly. The furnishings were meant for a room much rger than this. Silently I hoped that whatever man was lucky enough to get this angelian for his own could keep her in a lifestyle that she deserved.

  With a wave of her hand she indicates where to pce my chair. Pulling it in behind me I pce it at the foot of the big oak four-poster bed. Still without a word spokeioo sit down, which I do. She smiles. From the top of a dress she pulls a bck ribbon. No, not a ribbon. It was aog simir to the ones she wore. As she approaches me with it stretched between her hands I y head curiously. Leaning down she ys the softest, sweetest kiss upon my cheek.

  pletely under her spell I sit gazing up at her as she gently brings my arms behind my back. I feel the nylon around my wrists, I savor the warmth of her cheek against my ned the closeness of her body as knots are tied, and it is only as she is stepping away that I even realized what had just happened.

  “Oh.” I pull at my arms only to find them secured behind me. She’d bound my wrists to each other thehem off to the back of the chair! I might have been able tle free had I really wao, but that was the LAST thing I wanted. In bondage for the first time in my life I am at once overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness I’d never experienced. Heather had me pletely at her mercy! OH GOD! YES! “Hehhhmmm.”

  Her seductive grin widens at the whimper that came unbidden to my lips and grows even more as my already diamond hard borains against my pajamas with me having no way to hide it.

  “As I said, we ’t take any risks. Mmmm.” She s as she runs a finger down my chest. “I ot take the ce of you going for some honey without permission.” She steps bad pauses a minute just to drink me in. “Now you just stay right there, baby, and enjoy the show.”