SurgeonOfDeath commented:

Happy belated birthday, little mouse 🖤

- a black hank of rope, he ran it through his hands to find the center, each drop to the ground sounding on the mat. “Good girl…

Remind me what the traffic light system is for me. And what’s your safe word?”

- much about being in her bra and boxers. Tattoo’d fingers lifted to undo his own shirt, gaze not leaving her as he I undid each button and then set it aside with her clothing. His form was lithe muscle rippling under pale skin, covered in black ink in waves of hearts and design.

Picking up -

- itching to get his hands on.

But there were limits to what he would be doing, giving her a safe space to escape her thoughts and experience something new. This wasn’t about him…persay.

He gave her a moment to adjust in the soft light of the room, but not enough for her to get in her head too -

Standing back to give her room, his blue grey gaze didn’t wander from her, taking in every movement she made as she removed her clothing. He chuckled lowly at her jokes, filling the air with his velvety laughter. Man she was gorgeous, every inch of pale skin revealed to him that he’s been -

Am I?

- a nod, his fingers moved down her neck, tracing her veins and watching her pulse move beneath her skin. Trailing over her jacket, he slowly pushed it back over her shoulders.

“Remember, you only have to take off what you feel comfortable doing. Unfortunately the cool girl jacket has to go.”

- that ran between the two of them.

It had been easy to rekindle that from their childhood, falling into new patterns of push and pull. She had grown into quite the beauty, tempting him in ways that made his pulse pick up for good reasons. It was a big change from what he was used to.

With -

Lifting his hands, he carefully reached around her, undoing the silk that bound her eyes so that she could see. He slowly removed it and let it fall to the side, blue grey hues meeting her honey colored gaze. He could see the mixture of emotions, uncertainty and nervousness but also a deep trust -

- night.

His hand trailed down her neck and over her shoulder, soft caresses as he chuckled against her ear. “Are you ready?”

- as well as cleaning supplies. Everything was in the color scheme of black and grey, with hints of blue laced throughout. An assortment of snacks sat upon it and inside of his refrigerator. He was ready for anything, good and bad, calm but excited, ready to see how she would handle the -

- me…thank you for trusting me.”

She had only been in his dungeon once, an official visit so she could lay eyes on what it was. A simple room with mats, a medical chair, a St Andrew’s cross, a spanking bench, a couch, and a small bed. His dresser held many toys and other implements to be used, -

- the rest in the small refrigerator before going over to where Tamara waited.

Tattoo’d fingers trailed down her soft cheek beneath the blind fold, his gaze taking in every move she made beneath it. Leaning in, his nose ran across her ear, gruff voice low as he spoke. “You’re being so good for -

- hold for what he needed. One couldn’t be too careful, even if he had installed everything in the room himself.

Flicking on his playlist, he kept the volume down so it would add to the aesthetic and not overpower it. Pulling out two bottles of water, he placed them on the side table and then -

- along the couch and then his safety shears at the end just in case. Picking up a plush black blanket, he laid it out in the center of the room, just beneath a silver o-ring attached to the ceiling. He lifted his hand to tug on it, dangling with his weight to make sure it to make sure it would -

- for that trust. Tamara had been right there with him through all the negotiations, stating clearly what she was and was not comfortable with, and even now she followed every instruction given to her.

He opened the nearby dresser and pulled the bounds of purple and black rope, placing them -

- couch.

He almost couldn’t believe how much Tamara was trusting him. They had only been talking again for a few weeks after their initial meeting, somehow stumbling upon the topic of rope and her curiosities of it. If there was anyone she would be safe with, it was him, so he was thankful for -

- room.

Leaning down, he nuzzled his lips against her ear. “Stay here for me.”

Slowly he pulled away, looking around the room. Arousal and anticipation pooled in his gut at the thought of it, hand moving to adjust himself through his pants as he dropped her purse down on the black velvet -