It's been a long week.

You've been trying to reach me, but I've been strangely silent.

You're anxious. Restless.

Finally, your phone buzzes with a text.

It's me.

It simply reads: "8:00pm."

You look at your watch and see that it's only 7:00. You're about to text back a quip about my clock being off, but your phone buzzes again.

This time, it a number.

A place.

You smile a little and quickly google the address.

Your suspicions are confirmed when I see the search results...

You feel a little flutter of butterflies.

You're as drawn to me as I am to you.

You glance down again at your watch: 7:05.

This is going to be a long 55 minutes.

You finally give up on trying to busy yourself, and decide to leave a little early.

It's a clear, chilly evening--but you hardly notice.

Your heart races a little faster.

You arrive. It's 7:55. Five minutes...

You're beyond nervous.

You've never done anything like this before, but you can't resist any longer.

You make your way down the hall, counting off doorways.

The numbers rising in concert with your pulse rate.

Here.

The room is dark, except for a single slice of light coming through the drapes that won't quite close all the way.

In the corner, you make out a silhouette in a chair.

Silent. Watching.

An air of anticipation.

Everything is as described.

You come closer and stand at the foot of the bed.

With only the slightest hesitation, you start to to disrobe.

Deliberate.

This has been building for some time and you want to savor it.

The boots.

The long skirt.

The tank top.

Down to a pair of panties and bra.

Almost glowing against your smooth skin.

You stand there for a moment, then unclasp the bra, and the straps slide off your shoulder.

But you hold it in place.

Almost teasing.

Then it flutters to the floor amidst the growing pile of clothes.

Your finger begins tracing a line down your chest, over your stomach--as if showing the way.

Continuing lower to the lace band of your panties.

Lower still, disappearing behind the silky fabric.

Right there.

Your lips part with barely audible gasp.

Your head tilts back slightly.

Finally you turn and slip the panties down your long legs.

Then slowly, you crawl to the center of the bed and slip the silky bonds around your ankles.

Feeling that familiar electric sensation running up your thighs as you carefully cinch them in place.

Next, the eye shades.

Lastly, you repeat the process around one your wrists, leaving your free hand to pull the eye shades into position.

Then you wait.

Hearing only the sound of the blood rushing through your ears.

The silence around you though, is palpable.

Enveloping you.

After what seems like an eternity, you sense a presence.

Approaching, then pausing.

Then the sensation of the last bond slipping over over your wrist...