The sweet and bitter taste of a cigar dances on my lips, and a gentle breeze blows through the air. A quick flick of the wrist and the cigar is extinguished, after all there is work yet to be done.

I slowly make my way upstairs ensuring to take my time, after all the night is still young. There you are exactly as I left you face flush, blind to the world with only the slightest of whimpers escaping your gag and of course the toy buzzing away.

As I approach you seem to sense my presence and attempt to communicate through body language; however, your bindings have made it nearly impossible.

I gently caress you, exploring every inch of you as you are helpless. I smile, it will be a good night.