Both Hands Full… and Bound.
Ordinarily the cuffs were strapped tight around her wrists, and wrapped around the back. I enjoyed this because I imagined it made her gorgeous body and open playground to my desires. Tonight however was a different story. The cuffs were firmly in place to remind her of the role she was playing, but this time the connecting fabric was looser than usual. “This time,” I playfully growled, “ you’re going to need both hands.” She wasn’t sure what I meant