I like to cook. I saw a piece of graffiti which would translate roughly as, “A man who thi
I like to cook. I saw a piece of graffiti which would translate roughly as, “A man who thinks a woman’s place is the kitchen doesn’t know what to do with her in the bedroom.” Well, I’m pretty adept at what’s to be done in both rooms. It’s a special occasion, so I’d like her to get dolled-up. I’m a perfectionist when it comes to the culinary arts, and I would expect the same fastidiousness on her part. I’ve made the table just right, but she won’t see it; that’s the essential part. The blindfold comes on before she even comes in the dinning room. Tying her wrists is not because I expect any struggle, but to heighten the experience. Despite what the picture shows, I’d prefer her hands in her lap or behind the chair. Then she would be fed. What I want. How I want. When I want. At what pace I want. In the order I want. Ultimately, it’s the trust that I crave; the confidence and strength between us to put whatever I wanted in her body, and to set her heart fluttering in anticipation of what would happen next… – Would you like to see more? Reading. -- source link
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