One day, I finally plucked up the courage to tell him what I have been thinking.
“I wish we can do something that have always been on my mind”
“What is it?”
“I wish you can spank me before sex next time and maybe tie me up a little”
So the next time when we finally met for sex, I bought along my chiffon sash belt and my twine like belt made of 3 ropes braided together.
When I took out what I bought, he gave me a wicked smile. He started undressing me while giving light kisses on my lips and trailing his kisses down my shoulders to my breast. As the last fabric came off me, he licks my nipples slowly and pulled them lightly with his fingers.
“Are you ready to be tied up?” he asked as he cupped my face gently.
I nodded, trying to be brave as I feel butterflies in my stomach.
He took the chiffon sash, and I held out both my hands out to him. He calmly tied it around my wrists, bounding them together. It was such a joy looking at him tying me. I love how the sash caresses my skin as he tried to create secure knots in his usual calm, composed self.
“Did you tie a dead knot?” I asked, anxiety in my voice.
“I will never do that” he kissed me on my cheeks and smiled.
I look down to see both my wrist fastened by the sash and wonder why I enjoyed this. He leads me to the bed.
“Can you please be on your knees?” I kneel immediately and rested my hands on the bed.
In a doggie position and all tied up, I felt vulnerable and wonder what to do next. He kneel beside me, planted another kiss on my cheeks and slowly he rubbed his palm against my bare bottom. I squirmed, anticipation building inside my stomach.........
