Good Girl.

It was a simple message however did you understand it? The message simply read "There is a list". Fifteen minutes until my arrival, would she be ready? Was the message received? The reply "Yes Sir" seemed to take care of question 2.

I arrive at the door. It is opened and there is my Good Girl, standing waiting dressed in a light see-through top vibrant red a color which suits her every time, fishnet stockings and hands clasped. No doubt in my mind message received and the anticipation of the afternoon now builds.

I know you couldn't find the ropes from the list as I bought them with me. Turn around raise your arms parallel to the floor, good girl. I throw a rope to uncoil it, the sound of it unfurling as it hits the floor is like a drum beat in your ears a beat you know you will dance to before the end of the day. I take the bite, a single column tie to your wrist, I take the remaining tail and drape it over your shoulder and down to your breast and back over your shoulder. You will carry this rope as I lead you to the next part of the day. I repeat this on your other arm, with the bite a single column tie and drape the tail over your body so you and carry it.

From behind you feel my breath on your neck, hot and steady. My hand touches your shoulder and falls forward to your breast, and my fingers trace your curves pulling my hand back over your shoulder my fingers trace your arm to where the rope is fastened, slipping under the bind a gentle tug assures the firmness of the cuff attached to your wrist. My hand falls to your thigh and the fishnets, Mmmmm Good Girl "These may not survive" I slide my hand between your legs only one command is needed here "Open" You obey without a sound. The day has just begun.