Chapter 119: Dust and Willow

Richard Earlier that day I was excited to go to work, which was strange. Most of the weekend, I had spent with Laura, with her hands bound behind her back, her eyes covered. I'd never tried this before. She said the first time I brought out a blindfold, “And my honest opinion? I think you have a fetish. I need some help.” “And in your not-so-honest opinion?” I had asked her on Saturday night. “I’m scared,” she replied. “I’ll decide which one is true.” I put the blindfold around her eyes and proceeded to handcuff her to the headboard. She let out a gasp and looked like the most beautiful woman on the planet—naked in my bed and, most importantly, tied up for me, her legs spread wide. When I later removed the blindfold, she lay beside me, staring up at the ceiling. “I think you broke me,” she said with a strained and tired voice. “Where did I break you?” I asked, gently checking her from her breasts to her thighs, finding nothing. “You won’t find anything there. You broke me o