Bound and Teased
You finish tying the last knot at my ankle, having already splayed me across the four corners of the bed, blindfolded me, and taken your time doing your work. My anticipation in these few minutes has waxed and waned more than once as I patiently wait for you. Next, you place a pair of noise-canceling headphones over my ears. A playlist has already begun. It’s a deep, sexy jazz number full of longing notes from the trumpet and dark waves from the saxophone washing over me. Familiar with your practices in teasing and disciplining me, I know that just as I’m settling into its embrace it will change, turn my brain over, and send me spinning along a new path I can’t navigate without you leading me.
