I nod, giving a quick lick of my lower lip with my tongue. My skin is tingling with anticipation, my balls throbbing with need. My mind races with various scenarios of what is getting ready to unfold on this bed.

Macy's weight is gone from my chest, but within moments, she making a secure knot from one of my ties around my left wrist. I hear her breathing start to pick up as she pulls the tie, spreading my arm out to the side. A rustling sound... perhaps she's tying another tie to the end? Then my arm is pulled tight again, more rustling, and then it goes quiet.

I give a tentative tug, but I'm secured tight.

She repeats the process on my right arm, and because I can't see what's going on, I concentrate on the sounds. I hunger for the briefest touch of her skin against mine as she ties her knots.

With both arms secure, I hear her shuffle to the end of the bed, where a silk tie is wrapped and then knotted around my ankle. More rustling of material and now I can recognize the sound of a tie sliding against the metal footrest as she knots it there.

I give it a test and pull my leg inward, surprised at the slack within the binding. It's loose enough that I can pull my leg in all the way to the center, where it stops abruptly.

Interesting.

And she does the same to my other leg, leaving the same laxity in the bondage. I slide both of my legs inward until my inner thighs touch one another, feeling the slight pull against my ankles to indicate that's as far as each leg will go. I have the apparent choice to keep my legs spread or closed, and I have to wonder why I even have a choice at all.

Macy's breathing is soft, but I can still hear it. More rustling sounds, and I'm surprised at how adept I'm already getting at identifying them. That right there is the sound of her own clothes hitting my hardwood floors, and I conjure up the dozens and dozens of images I have in my head of naked Macy.

Her nipples will be pebbled hard with anticipation.

Her smooth pussy will be slick and shiny if I were to peel her apart.

Groaning over the thought, my arms involuntarily pull in frustration of not being able to touch her. I can feel the head of my cock leaking as it lays against my stomach, also bound by the waistband of my briefs.

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