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“But don't do anything dirty with me, huh? I'm not into this freaky stuff. I just want to know what you do with this.”

So I said yes. We finished watching the last episodes while I slid the rope over your body. First I made a design on your chest over your shirt while you made jokes about how depraved I was, that I was being "too nice" and that I could tighten more. So I did it. Then I bent your legs, spread them wide, and held them that way by tying them against the couch. I held your wrists against your ankles and little by little, you became more and more immobilized and your laughter became less frequent. But your smile didn't disappear, the expression was different.

It was turning you on, you didn't expect it to have this effect on you but no matter how much you try to avoid it, I can see it in your body language, in how you tremble with the touch of my fingers.

“Does it feel good?” I asked you, even though I already knew the answer. My hands running over your chest, with your rapid breathing. “I thought you weren't into this kind of stuff"

You nodded your head, and my hand went straight to your crotch, resting it on the fabric of your jeans.

“Think of all the things I could do to you now that I have you helpless. No one is coming until tomorrow, I could keep you here aaall night… But you asked me not to do anything dirty to you.”

“No, touch me please.”

“Oh, I thought you had to be a freak to enjoy these things.”

"I'm sorry.--"