I love watching the way the cool rain trickles down your bare skin and pools at the small of your back. The sound of the distant thunder is second only to the heavy beating of your heart in it's accelerated state of excitement. I can't help but wonder if the ropes that bind you are too tight.
I can see you are cold and trembling from where I sit next to this warm fireplace. The storm is a perfect setting and soundtrack for your torment. Naked, wet, cold, bound,submissive and obediant. I am eager to finish this nice hot tea....but I take my time anyway.
[image courtesy of "dripping wet men" http://kristinalloyd.wordpress.com/hot-half-naked-men/dripping-wet-men/]
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