He looked in my face with an oddly amused expression when he told me that I had to beg him to allow me to go and when he made me take off my jeans and... panties before allowing me to run up to the bathroom. I wasn't really surprised when I came back from the bathroom and found that he didn't want to hand back my clothes straight away. He sent me into the kitchen to make coffee for us, nude from the waist down.Over the next few days and weeks, this developed, initially from broadly similar repeats. Those few little words made me more aroused than I already was, and I could feel my pussy start to drip. I flashed him a smile, “If you say so, okay.” I wasn’t scared, simply because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. After what seemed like an eternity, I was standing there naked in front of him, and I wasn’t self-conscious at all. I decided I couldn’t allow him to stay in control anymore, because I wanted him inside of me as fast as possible. I kissed him fiercely, pulled his shirt off of him, and. He was biting his lip and gripping the ties around his wrists, that feeling of warmth mixed with the wetness surrounding his penis drove him to new heights of arousal never before experienced or imagined. He feels her gentle touch on his face and she slowly slides the blindfold off his eyes but keeps him securely tied, It takes him a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the light, he is desperate, desperate to see the beauty that is giving him so much pleasure, the beauty that is all his. Once. "Look OK. A bit snaggly here and there. All yours?" I was suddenly laughing, rolling off the bed, kneeling to look down at her."Yes. Yes. I'm not going to take my false teeth out or undo my wooden leg. But Sarah, I love you. I love you. I love you. You make me so happy."This was like springtime. Forgive me Elizabeth.I kissed her and her arms came round me. I felt them tighten as she began to rouse. She pushed me away and sat up. Her face was worried. She looked at her watch, calculating. At.