Preparation

When I pick up the handcuffs from yesterday and find some rope in the cellar, I'm overcome with excitement. Together with Jan, I go up the stairs to my room, which we always used to play in as children. But this time it will be a completely different game.

I open the door to my room and enter the room, which is filled with memories from our childhood. The innocent doctor games we played back then now seem to shine in a whole new light - a game of lust and passion.

The anticipation of what is to come makes my heart beat faster as I hold the rope tightly in my hands.

Jan and I look into each other's eyes and feel the tension between us. The connection we had lost and rebuilt so quickly intensifies the intensity of the moment. We know that we can rely on each other completely as we let ourselves be carried away into the depths of our lust and desire.

My breathing becomes heavier as I prepare to be tied up by Jan. The power of surrender and submission fills me with an intoxicating sense of arousal and trust.

It's time to start the game - a game that will unleash our deepest desires and take us into a world of lust and passion. I am ready to give myself to Jan and explore our fantasies together. With a longing look at Jan, I lie down on the bed and spread my legs wide apart. The anticipation of what is to come fills me with a burning passion.

Jan takes the rope and skilfully begins to tie me down with it. He ties it so tightly around my legs that I am no longer able to close them. The feeling of being at his mercy and losing control permeates me and increases my arousal immeasurably.

I look at Jan with a demanding gaze and whisper in a longing voice: "Yes, make me defenceless for you. I want to feel you take control of me and my body. "

The desire that has built up between us is palpable in the air. I can feel his greedy eyes on my bound body, which inflames my lust even further. A cheeky smile plays on my lips as I hand over the key to Jan and hold the handcuffs in my hand. There is a hint of excitement in the air as I resolutely decide to take the final step myself.

I put the first cuff on my wrist. Then I put my hands through the bars of my bed and close the second cuff. The metallic coolness of the handcuffs on my skin intensifies the intensity of the moment and makes me feel the power of the restraint in every fiber of my body.