Exquisite
I had been in that position for a long time, yes, too long, so I untied her. I spread her legs and let them hang over the edge of the table. The feather duster will do its job now since I don't have a whip-like she would have wanted. The feathers do their work, I run them over her body until they tickle her stomach.
I brushed her belly with the feathers of this amazing duster.
I took my time and worked her body very slowly. I used the duster not only to give her pleasure but also to remind her that I perfectly controlled the situation. I would show her that she could trust me and that with me, she was safe. I am not what the world thinks of me, I want her to enjoy and forget about the torture.
I passed the duster to my left hand and slid the fingers of my right hand betwee
