She invited him in and

Showed him the rug

And he showed her a pair of

Cuffs


She blinked a few times and

Offered a back rub

If he would "please set the cuffs

Aside"


With palms on his shoulders

And her knee pinning his back

"I don't like to be controlled"

She said


she grabbed a fist full

Of jet black hair

Bent down to smell its perfume

And close to his ear she repeated

"I don't like to be controlled"


She sat astride and

Rocked side to side

Grinding her seat bones

Where a lash should have struck

"I don't like to be controlled"


She sighed and looked at the

Clock on the wall

At the empty glass

And bottle not poured

She watched him leave and closed the door

"I don't like to be controlled"

Very nice.

WOW that could have got so hot !
hehehe
I was kind of thinking that she was going to put the cuffs on him instead.....

Damn he's an idiot, why didn't he just the cuffs away? Geez . . .oh and I loved this

Damn he's an idiot, why didn't he just the cuffs away? Geez . . .oh and I loved this

I am tired of this 50 shades of nonsense. I know, I am such a party-pooper.