Silken cord snaked its way up her legs. Black rope outline in thin strips of pale skin were it dug in soft, supple skin. Winding its way up, wrapping around stomach and chest, squeezing tightly at the breasts and ending in a neat bow just under her chin. Tight, with no slack. Binding her irrevocably to the pillar, giving her no wiggle room. Still she chuckled.
"I thought you were going to think up something special?" She challenges.
"I did." I reply with a muffled voice that clearly surprises her.
"And this is it?" She still is defiant, but now there is some hesitation as I slowly enter her line of sight.
I don't reply right away, wouldn't be polite. I carefully finish chewing the delicious, gooey cookie with obvious relish. Holding up the bag I let her see the icon of her favorite bakery. Fishing another cookie out I take a bite.
"You wouldn't." Despair creeps into her face as I eat.
"That would be cruel." I smile reassuringly. But I am very cruel, and they were really good cookies.
