...Gently Please (Part 2)

And then, you kiss me passionately again, and not so gently in your eagerness (but not too roughly, please). I squeeze you gently one more time on my own- you breathe in sharply, breathing out a soft "Oh, baby." You move my hands up on your chest -I feel your heart pounding under your skin. You tell me that it beats for me. You kiss me very gently, then ask me to stand up. I do, and you slowly untie my robe. As it falls to the floor, your eyes get wide and your breathing becomes fast and shallow. Your lips are slightly parted in surprise. I hear a small whimper of desire escape them, and I move closer to you to satisfy it. You tug on the tie to pull me closer, faster. You crush my lips with yours in your excitement. You untie the tie with your teeth, and slip it off my neck. You take it in your hands and whisper in my ear how beautiful you think I am, and how you need so badly just to make me happy. You kiss my neck all the way around, going to the tip of the V on my slip before going to the other side.1

You whisper to me, "close your eyes," and I obey. I feel the soft cloth of the tie brushing against my face, and I know you've tied it over my eyes. You ask, "do you trust me" and I whisper back "yes." And then, you gently begin to kiss me softly again. You sit next to me, asking "do you mind if I tie you up?"2

I say, "it's alright.. as long as you don't hurt me."3

(And I know that you never would, and you don't even gag me, telling me that if I have a problem with something you're doing I should be able to tell you. I feel the ties against my wrists- and yet, you are being very gentle. It's hard for you in such a passion to be gentle, but you are, more than I could ask for, and I am loving every minute of this..)4

Then, you kiss me again, softly, asking if I am alright. In answer, I lift my head looking for your lips, and you sweetly oblige with another gentle kiss. You kiss down my body through the middle of my chest to my belly button. I still have my slip on, but I can feel the heat from your lips through the thin material. You travel the kisses down first my left leg, then my right, tying each one to the bed posts in succession. I struggle a bit to test the bonds, and you ask, "are you ok." I merely nod.5

"Oh, my sexy baby, you're all mine!" as you half growl in my ear, tickling my neck with your tongue. And I giggle. You ask me in a playful-angry voice if I think you're joking.6

"No, sir," I reply.7

"Shh," you tell me. "Don't speak."8

(You want to see if I can keep it quiet.)9

And then you sit back and admire my slip-clad body... You tell me that I am the most beautiful woman in the world. You say you don't know if you can keep your hands off me a second longer, and I beg you to kiss me. You tell me you won't do a thing if I keep talking. You teasingly call me a bad girl. With my lips I soundlessly beg for a kiss, and this time you give it to me-full of passionate hunger and desire.... and I let out a small whimper.10

"Hush, now," you say. "That's bad. And you know what I do to bad girls."11

I shake my head, and you act surprised.12

"Don't you? Well, well, well... how about that?"13

Through my slip, you lightly trace your finger around my nipples, one at a time. You ask if I'd like to find out. I shake my head.14

"Not yet," I say aloud. And you gently smack my tush.15

"Quiet," you order.16

And so I press my lips together, a sign of my submission. You don't like that, though, so you kiss me gently, prying my lips apart with your soft tongue. Once you've achieved your goal, you tell me again that you want me. I start to tell you the same, but then remember that I'm not supposed to talk.17