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his weight more firmly onto her to cease her from moving beneath him and then grasped her wrists and pulled them over her head.
“ No!” She cried out to him as she tried to free her arms, but he was stronger and easily bound her wrists to the headboard using his cravat as a tie.
“ Untie me Salvador, this isn’t funny!” She called out to him as he lifted his weight from her and stood beside the bed.
She tried to break the hold on her wrists but he had tied it in such a way that left no room for slack.
Without a word or a glance at her, he ignored her pleas to be set free and calmly walked towards her bag to retrieve a scarf. Katherine gasped as he turned towards her with a wicked glint in his eyes and made his way back to the bed.
She couldn’t image what he was up to but knew she wanted no part in it.
“ Are you doing this because I struck you?” She shrieked. “You provoked it Salvador! Please untie me and we can discuss this in a proper manner!”
He simply ignored her pleas and sat on the bed next to her. Lifting her thrashing head, he proceeded to wrap the scarf around her eyes until all she could see was blackness.
Suddenly she felt more exposed than she was before and more self conscience for it. All her anger ebbed being replaced with fear and embarrassment. She felt his weight lift from the bed but couldn’t hear anything beyond that. What was he doing? Was he standing there looking at her? She shifted her tightly clamped thighs to the side to try and hide herself, frowning when she realized it would do no good. Why wasn’t he moving or saying anything and why did she find that she couldn’t for the life of her say anything to him? She was completely at his mercy and knew that no matter how much pleading she did, he would not relent on whatever it was that he was planning on doing.
~
Salvador stood beside the bed for a long while, drinking in the sight of his wife’s bound body, feeling a stirring even more intense than he had the night before.
He couldn’t believe that she had struck him and rather than striking her back in like, he decided that she needed to learn a little bit of humility and trust.
He had run across a whore about a year prior that confessed some of her naughty fantasies to him, in order to entice him to spend his coin on her. It had worked. She had confessed to him that she had always wanted to know what it would feel like to be tied up and feel helpless to a man’s raging desires. When he had tied her up, he felt a sense of power that fed into his lust. When he had added the blind fold, it had not only fed into that power but gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted to her - without having her eyes set upon him to judge. It was an incredible experience. She had confessed afterwards that being bound made her realize that there was absolutely nothing she could do. It gave her the freedom to just sit back and enjoy whatever he had to offer and also confessed that the anticipation of where he would touch her next or where his eyes could possibly be focusing on had increased the experience and tripled her senses. It had forced her to trust him and rely on her senses rather than her eyes. He thought that this was exactly what Katherine needed. She was shy and modest as a well-bred lady should be, but he didn’t want her being as such towards him. She needed to trust her pleasure to him in addition to shedding her modesty, feel the exotic rush of his eyes upon her naked person, rather than embarrassment. Today he would start that lesson.
He moved to take off his clothes, causing her to flinch at the sound. When he leaned onto the bed, she flinched again and her breathing sped up. He saw her face flush as she turned it away from him. He decided he would not respond to any of her pleas nor would he say anything at all. He wanted her to only feel what he had to offer.
Resting his eyes on the taut nipples upon her breasts, he licked his lips in anticipation. Again he felt
“ No!” She cried out to him as she tried to free her arms, but he was stronger and easily bound her wrists to the headboard using his cravat as a tie.
“ Untie me Salvador, this isn’t funny!” She called out to him as he lifted his weight from her and stood beside the bed.
She tried to break the hold on her wrists but he had tied it in such a way that left no room for slack.
Without a word or a glance at her, he ignored her pleas to be set free and calmly walked towards her bag to retrieve a scarf. Katherine gasped as he turned towards her with a wicked glint in his eyes and made his way back to the bed.
She couldn’t image what he was up to but knew she wanted no part in it.
“ Are you doing this because I struck you?” She shrieked. “You provoked it Salvador! Please untie me and we can discuss this in a proper manner!”
He simply ignored her pleas and sat on the bed next to her. Lifting her thrashing head, he proceeded to wrap the scarf around her eyes until all she could see was blackness.
Suddenly she felt more exposed than she was before and more self conscience for it. All her anger ebbed being replaced with fear and embarrassment. She felt his weight lift from the bed but couldn’t hear anything beyond that. What was he doing? Was he standing there looking at her? She shifted her tightly clamped thighs to the side to try and hide herself, frowning when she realized it would do no good. Why wasn’t he moving or saying anything and why did she find that she couldn’t for the life of her say anything to him? She was completely at his mercy and knew that no matter how much pleading she did, he would not relent on whatever it was that he was planning on doing.
~
Salvador stood beside the bed for a long while, drinking in the sight of his wife’s bound body, feeling a stirring even more intense than he had the night before.
He couldn’t believe that she had struck him and rather than striking her back in like, he decided that she needed to learn a little bit of humility and trust.
He had run across a whore about a year prior that confessed some of her naughty fantasies to him, in order to entice him to spend his coin on her. It had worked. She had confessed to him that she had always wanted to know what it would feel like to be tied up and feel helpless to a man’s raging desires. When he had tied her up, he felt a sense of power that fed into his lust. When he had added the blind fold, it had not only fed into that power but gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted to her - without having her eyes set upon him to judge. It was an incredible experience. She had confessed afterwards that being bound made her realize that there was absolutely nothing she could do. It gave her the freedom to just sit back and enjoy whatever he had to offer and also confessed that the anticipation of where he would touch her next or where his eyes could possibly be focusing on had increased the experience and tripled her senses. It had forced her to trust him and rely on her senses rather than her eyes. He thought that this was exactly what Katherine needed. She was shy and modest as a well-bred lady should be, but he didn’t want her being as such towards him. She needed to trust her pleasure to him in addition to shedding her modesty, feel the exotic rush of his eyes upon her naked person, rather than embarrassment. Today he would start that lesson.
He moved to take off his clothes, causing her to flinch at the sound. When he leaned onto the bed, she flinched again and her breathing sped up. He saw her face flush as she turned it away from him. He decided he would not respond to any of her pleas nor would he say anything at all. He wanted her to only feel what he had to offer.
Resting his eyes on the taut nipples upon her breasts, he licked his lips in anticipation. Again he felt
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