She’s nervous. To be fair, anyone in her situation probably would be nervous. Being handcuffed in underwear on a bed, with no significant way to cover oneself, has a tendency to diminish one’s self-confidence by a few ranks. Especially when one knows they’re being avidly observed, but can’t tell where their observer is. Blindfolds do that. She isn’t that nervous, though. She occasionally twitches a little, disturbed by air moving across her skin, but she’s actually quite relaxed for someone in her posture. A smile even appears on her lips from time to time. Being observed by your lover does that. *** “What do you mean, can you top me? You want a remake of our first encounter?” She blushes furiously, embarrassed by your loud voice, and whispers her answer: “I mean, I would like you to bind me,” she admits. “If you don’t mind, of course, and if you do that’s fine we can just continue things normally but, I mean-” Comprehension slowly comes as she explains her request, and you blush. Slightly. You’re curious now. “So, like, you want me to handcuff you or something?” You cut her in the middle of her phrase; she actually lets out a small hiccup of surprise. And then, she looks at her hands on her knees and she slowly nods. *** The scene isn’t particularly elaborate. It’s her first time; she doesn’t want to go overboard. She’s read about bondage thoroughly, and she believes she understands how it works, but she can’t deny her clumsy inexperience and she prefers to play it safe. It’s your first time too, actually, but she doesn’t know that. Well, she knows it’s your first time at this - she just doesn’t know it’s also your first time at that. You’re glad she’s blindfolded, that gives you more space to be stealthily clumsy.
