Chapter 2. Craving

I feel brave, removing all my clothes. I walk over slowly, watching him with my eyes every step I take. I begin to fasten my ankles onto the pole. Finishing, I stand up looking at him, waiting for his next move, wondering what is going to happen next. He grabs something leather and begins walking towards me. The sight of it excites me. Pulling my arms around my back, I can feel the leather straps wrap around my arms, so they are together and unable to move. He is restraining me, yet I feel so safe and calm, my breathing relaxing more. His hand slowly creeps down my stomach, in-between my legs, his fingers teasing, rubbing. I begin trying to move closer to him, but his fingers don’t enter, leaving me never fully pleasuring. He starts to walk around me. I feel something clip onto the restraints on my arms. He continues walking around looking at me, my heart rate slowing, my mind running away wanting more, wanting the chair again or something just as good. Is there anything better than