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Before we exited, he told me to sit on the bench. When I did, he lifted one of my legs and thoroughly washed my foot, spending extra time between my toes before moving to the other foot and doing the same. I could’ve had another orgasm from that act alone, but I managed to keep it together.

A few minutes later, he turned off the water and stepped out. He picked me up before I could follow him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With water still dripping from our bodies, we went to the bedroom of the suite, and he placed me on the bed.

“Pull the covers back, lay in the middle, and close your eyes,” he told me before leaving the room.

I wanted to question him, but I wanted to enter this experience freely with no preconceived ideas. So, I did as he asked and waited for him to return.

Not much time passed before I felt his presence, and the temptation to open my eyes didn’t last long. Soon, I was blindfolded.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Flowers.”

I gently liftedher arms above her head, placed the braces on each, and secured them on the bar.

“Does this hurt your shoulder?”

“No.”

“Is it too tight?”

“No.”

“What’s your safe word?”

“Flowers.”

I moved down to her ankles, opening her legs to my desired width and placing the brace on each ankle before connecting and locking them to the bar, as I did with her arms.

“Is that too wide or tight?”

“It’s fine.”

Finally, I poured a small amount of oil into my hand and massaged her nipples. Her body began to squirm, and she tried to lift her arms from above her head.

“Put your arms down!” I demanded.

“Sorry, I just?—”

“You don’t have to apologize, baby, but I want you to relax and let me cater to your body.”

“Okay.”

After moisturizing her breasts, I set the nipple clamps to the loosest setting and attached one of them to her breast.

“Ow! Shit!” she exclaimed, and her breathing picked up.

“Is that too tight?”

“Umm, no, but it was unexpected.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. Keep going.”

I put the other clamp on, and she stifled her verbal reaction. I watched her for a moment to gauge her disposition. Her breathing returned to normal, and I was beyond ready to devour her.

I started from the bottom with her toes. Truth be told, I had a slight foot fetish. I wasn’t obsessed, but I definitely appreciated when a woman had pretty, well-maintained feet, and Rue definitely did.

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