Doubt
“You keep telling me that you want to be scared, to doubt what might be coming,” Jenna cooed as she clopped-clopped her clunky three-inch heels across the floor to come to the head of her bed and check the ties at my wrists.
“Yes, yes,” I said, rubbing my c**k into the tented pillow my girlfriend had shoved under me.
Pulling my right ankle first, then left, I smiled at the exquisite hold of the restraints. Facedown, naked, and spread eagle on the pretty Spanish girl’s four-poster, I couldn’t have been happier with my gorgeous wide-hipped girl over me taking such obvious dominant liberties. When Jenna had suggested I get naked, face down, and allow her to tie me down, I got instantly erect, and immediately in position.
“Tonight, we are really going to see if you want the doubt as
