Title:           You fasten the silk ropes to her wrists. The knots are secure, but you look at h
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First Edit:      Sunday 20th of May 2012 11:30:58 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 20th of May 2012 11:30:58 AM CDT

You fasten the silk ropes to her wrists. The knots are secure, but you look at her and ask to make sure they're not too tight. She's a delicate flower, and the last thing you want is for her to wilt. She mumbles some kind of agreement as she nods, and that's all you need to hear. You tell her that it's going to be okay and you'll keep her safe as you place the blindfold over her eyes. She gasps and squirms a bit as her vision is blotted out. It's a bit tricky to tie the blindfold behind her voluminous pink hair, but you manage. For a moment, you consider placing the ball-gag in her mouth as a surprise, but your more merciful side gets the better of you. After all, she can't say the safeword if you gag her. After she is properly restrained and blinded, you take to her body. Immediately, you focus on her breasts. Large as they are, they are a temptation impossible to resist. You knead them between your fingers, ravishing and mauling them without abandon. Your lips suckle against her nipples, already hard from the feelings of the restraints. It's not long before she's squirming beneath your touch, the silk rope allowing her just enough wiggle room to struggle back and forth on your bed. Hands still on her heaving chest, you kiss down her stomach, soft and delicate as it is, and you find yourself at the curve of her hips. Her pink bush awaits you, inviting you to dive in, but you resist. As much as you want your body to join hers right now, you pull away. She lets out a squeak of disappointment, the pleasure taken away from her body. From the bedside drawer, you pull out the giant feather you had been saving. You blow on it to allow its frills to wave in the air, even though she can't see it. No matter, you need a few jollies from tonight's exercise too. You take the feather to her body, tickling her neck first. The contact elicits a response like you've never seen, causing her to thrash her entire body against her bonds. The bed is already creaking beneath her force, her breasts swaying from side to side in a display that is nothing less than erotic. You trace the feather down, brushing over each breast like a duster and circling the tip against each nipple. She lifts her back off the bed, tits thrust into the air, begging for more stimulation. You deny her the experience, dancing the feather down further. You stop toying right between her legs. Between gasps and pants, she asks for you to touch her. Asks for who? She begs for you, master. Please, give her more. With a flick of the wrist, you brush the feather over her clit. She bursts, a scream pouring from her lungs as her pelvis bucks again and again into the air. Her juices spray from between her legs, a feat you never knew she was capable of. An eternity of euphoric screams and squirts later, she calms down, her body still a trembling mess. You remove her blindfold, and her hazel eyes gaze lovingly back at you, telling you that she just had the best night of her life. You lean in for a kiss, your hands spreading her legs. Her best night is about to get even better.