When I heard the downstairs door opening, I turned off the tv and with my mouth I closed the straps around my wrist, tightly tying myself down. I waited for my mate to come upstairs and find me. We didn’t do this often, just once in a while to spice things up in the bedroom. I listened to his sounds downstairs and couldn’t quite figure out what he was doing. Was he looking for something maybe?

Finally I heard his footsteps coming up the stairs and there was a nervous tickle in my stomach. I didn’t wear any lace or see through satin panties or something, instead I wore cotton...