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The silk blindfold is soft against my skin, its smooth fabric pressing gently over my eyes, stealing away my sight. My wrists are bound above my head, the rope snug but not cruel, holding me in quiet suspense. Every sound, every shift in the air, becomes a question, a tease, a promise of what's to come. I tug against the rope, not to escape, but to see what play exists in it. In the stillness, I can hear my own breathing, the only sound in the room.
A door opens and closes, and I hear feet walking across the hardwood floor towards me. One set? Two? No...three. I don't call out, and they don't speak a word. I shift my weight, and the sound of the bedsheets below me rustling just a little in the silence, but it feels so pronounced. I feel a fingertip trace down my lower lip and then lift my chin. A kiss presses against my throat, and I hold my breath. My skin faintly tingles as the lips leave it.
I can feel two hands tracing my arms, all the way up to the restraints, teasingly gentle against the rope, drawing across my forearms, seductively unhurried in their pace. A second pair of hands massaged my thighs, drawing them apart, exposing the lace of my panties. There was a growing soft warmth between my legs, growing with each passing moment, the fingertips on my thighs a promise -- hinting at what might unfold with more time.