Then I stuck my other wrist out to make it easy for her to tie that one up, too, and she smiled. "Thank you, dear. You're such a good girl."

A shudder of pleasure ran through me and I started to feel like I was melting from her simple praise. She repeated the process with my other arm, leaving me sitting underneath her as before, but with my hands tied up above my head.

When she'd finished, she once again inquired about whether or not I was comfortable, and when I confirmed that I was she beamed at me and started idly playing with my breasts. She seemed to enjoy...