Vulnerable (Pt3)
Secrets
Her eyes are fixed on me, embarrassed, yet pleading, unsure, yet lustful. I make my way to her, slowly, gently, not breaking eye contact for a single moment, not even to blink. I smile at her, not a word, as I simply return her blindfold to its place, the soft pillow of the paddle to her red-marked buttock, a loving caress, in total silence, as I merely let her mind process, her imagination wonder. The caress continues, g...