Dina got up and went to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower and let the warm water caress her body. There was something incredibly relaxing about showering, she thought, as if all tension and worries would simply melt from the skin. She closed her eyes and held her head under the jet of water and temporarily escaped from the outside world until the need for air cruelly snapped her out of her daydreams. Taking her bottle of shampoo she started washing her hair, massaging her head in slow circling motions, then letting her hands wander over her naked body, wrapping her body in a coat of lather, enveloping it with the sweet scent of roses. A moan escaped her lips when her hands brushed against her erect nipples. Dina had always thought that her breasts were her greatest attributes, nice and firm with a near perfect shape, they were so sensitive to the slightest touch and seemed to have a hot wired connection to her pleasure centre pulsating between her legs. Her hands continued their journey downwards, eager to explore every inch of skin before finally answering the desperate call of her swollen nether lips. A shiver ran through her body as she let her hands slide up and down her slit, rubbing against the tender clit and a she let out another long moan. Her legs were shaking slightly and she had to lean against the wall to steady herself, her whole body was screaming for release. But he hadn’t given her permission to cum. He had been teasing her for the whole week, always to the point of orgasm and then leaving her hanging there, hot and frustrated. Your body is mine, Dina. His words rang through her mind as if he was here in the room with him, standing right in front of her. Just for a moment she had to open her eyes and make sure that he really wasn’t there. I guess I’m losing my mind, she mocked her busy fantasy. With a sigh she reluctantly removed her hands from her throbbing pussy and started her routine of shaving, making sure that her body was smooth as silk and rinsed the remains of shampoo and soap off her body. She reached over and took a thick towel from the rack and stepped out of the shower. With a quick glance at her watch she knew she had to hurry up, it was only half an hour to go until…until what? The familiar mix of trepidation and excitement made itself known in the base of her stomach but she fought it down. After all she had gone through this a million times and the answer was always yes. Yes, she trusted Paul. Yes, she wanted him, belonged to him, there was no way back now. For every objection her reason came up with, her newly born sexual desire had an unbeatable answer. Her lust won the argument every time and she would just have to learn to trust it. Finishing her preparations she left the bathroom.

With fresh determination Dina took a plain red silk scarf from a drawer in her bedroom and went downstairs. She opened the front door carefully and peeked through the small crack. All she could see was her front garden, overloaded with flowers and a giant rose bush that created a blooming red tunnel from the little wood gate to her front door. This was her idea of a paradise and the reason why she had decided to buy the house two years ago. She had fallen in love with the wild romantic garden embracing the little house and had used her first big pay cheque she had received for her first published article to make the ridiculously low down payment for the house. Dina smiled, her love for flowers would help her today – even if she left the front door wide open, there wasn’t a chance of anyone seeing it from the street. So unless the mailman was late…she quickly pushed the disturbing thought away. Leaving the door slightly ajar, she looked around in the hall for a convenient spot to position herself. The Persian carpet covering the wooden floor halfway between the entrance and the arch doorway leading into the living room screamed out to her. It would make kneeling a little easier to bear and the mainly red colour matched the blindfold she would be wearing. Yes, this was perfect! She let herself sink to the floor and assumed the kneeling position she had been practicing for a week now. Legs opened at a wide angle that made her feel incredibly vulnerable every time, her ass cheeks resting comfortably on her heels, back straight and proud. She had spent hours and hours kneeling in this position in front of her bedroom mirror, fascinated by her own reflection that seemed so calm and centred, completely at peace. And the same magic was at work again she noticed, it felt right somehow, like kneeling was her purpose, her fate. She ceremoniously raised the silk scarf up to her eyes with trembling hands, took a deep breath and tied it closely around her head, securing it with a knot. The cool fabric felt soothing and smooth on her skin. She lowered her hands and let them rest loosely on her thighs, leaving them palms up. The gesture was clear: she was offering her body as a gift, leaving it open for anyone who would care to look. Dina had never felt so vulnerable in her life and what still surprised her most of all was that she was enjoying it. The thought of being exposed, bound only by her promise to Paul sent a hot wave of pleasure through her and she could feel tiny beads of sweat forming all over her body, slowly merging and running down between her breasts. Her whole body felt slippery and hot from both her burning desire and the temperature in the room. For a brief moment she wondered what the hell she had even bothered to shower for – she probably looked like she had just stepped out of a sauna by now. How much time had passed already? Surely it was well after noon she figured from her thighs and knees that were close to cramping by now. A shiver ran through her as she felt a slight draught against her skin, causing her nipples to grow almost painfully hard. She held her breath, straining her ears to pick up any sounds. Was he here? Her heart was pounding in her throat and she had to fight hard to maintain her composure. Why didn’t he say anything? Or maybe it wasn’t Paul after all? Every muscle in her body seemed to tense up. After what seemed like an eternity of fighting her own demons a cool hand gently touched her face and she almost let out a scream.

He brushed a lose streak of hair from her sweat covered face and this simple intimate gesture was enough to calm her down, knowing it was indeed Paul who was with her. A relieved smile lit up her face and she leaned her head against his hand, cherishing the touch that she had longed for so long. He knelt down behind her and she could feel his strong body against her back, his hands stroking her palms and then moving slowly up over the tender inner side of her arms. When he reached her shoulders he gently but firmly pulled her back to rest against him. She could feel his chest rising and falling with every breath and found her own breathing tune into his rhythm. In and out and in and out, and with every breath she let out she felt her body relax and her mind giving in to him. Her body felt like wax in his hands, melting down right into him. She felt so safe and cared for, it was…like coming home. His body shifted carefully behind her, moving slightly to the side. One arm firmly on her back he signalled her to lift up a little and slid his other hand between her thighs and calves, picking her up from the floor as if she weighed no more than a feather. Secure in his embrace she rested her head against his chest, taking in the fresh scent of his aftershave that lingered faintly in his shirt. He softly laid her down on what she recognised as her thick living room carpet. The wool tickled against her back and she giggled softly. He took her hands and motioned them so that they lay stretched out over her head and then interlaced her fingers, applying mild pressure to let her know that he wanted her to keep that position. When he was sure she knew what he expected from her, his hands slid down softly over her body, left a hot trace on the outline of her breasts and then on her stomach. She squirmed when he got closer to her sex and his hands immediately withdrew. Dina let out a gasp of frustration at that sudden loss of touch. When she lay still again, Paul’s hands continued the journey, wandered down over her hips where they parted and moved down both of her inner thighs and calves. She bit her lips and tried to stay still when he took her ankles and parted her legs, spreading her wide open and again he applied a little more pressure to make sure she understood that he wanted her to hold this position. A dark blush washed over Dina’s face when she realised that Paul now had an open view to her most private parts. She fought the impulse to close her legs and there it was again, his reassuring, approving touch against her face and a warm feeling of having done something to please him spread through her from head to toes. The blush on her face made way for a wide smile...the same beaming smile that she always got when he called her a good girl. With a last tender caress he withdrew his hand and she heard him stand up and leave the room.