Pleasure

   She moved to be directly in front of my feet. Then, she carefully untied the rope linking my ankles. A second later, she untied the cord around my knees, allowing my legs to separate. As the did, she sat on one, and then caught the other in a manacle attached to a ring in the floor. Then, she got off my left leg and attached it to a matching one, pinning my legs open at about an eighty degree angle. A few seconds later, she had my arms similarly manacled behind my head. It was a move, I realized, that could only come with significant practice. I didn?t like to think about all the other girls she must have done it to. And I certainly didn?t like to think about what had happened to them afterwards. 

 She crouched down in front of me and laid her hand flat against my stomach. 

 ?Of course, when I say pleasure, I?m not talking about the pleasure of intellectual exhertion or the warm taste of hot cocoa on a cold day. There?s only one kind of pleasure that I?m particularly interested in. And by the end of the process, it should be the only one that you?re interested in.? ?      She lifted first her palm, and then her pinky, index and ring fingers off of me. Then, she slid her middle finger down it and around my navel, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. By the time it entered the area between my legs, I could almost feel a tingling in anticipation. 

  And then she started to play with me, gently moving her hand up and down my vagina, speeding up slightly, but always staying just slightly slower than I wanted her to. 

 She laughed at my restrained movement and muffled moans. ?Oh believe me, that?s hardly the start of it??