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The dinner preparations being finished I fill a glass with red wine and go to your bed. You are dozing naked on your back. I stand and admire your beauty before waking you and offering the wine. I sit beside you and explain my desires for the evening. We will eat on the porch and afterward I will torment you. During this time I will deprive you of your senses of sight and sound. You will taste, feel, and smell all but you will not be able to hear nor see. I place the blindfold over your eyes and put earplugs in your ears. I help you off the bed and lead you out to the porch. I sit you on a soft cushion and help you sip your wine. I tie your arms to the arms of the chair and your legs to the chair's legs. Slowly I feed you the meal I have prepared knowing I have chosen foods you adore. From time to time I pause and leave you to create a sense of disorientation. You never really know when I am about to place a morsel in your mouth or give you a glass to drink. Not having sight or hearing you find the food has more taste and especially more odors. After a while you know when I am beside you by smell but you have no idea of my next action. Periodically I cannot resist and I caress your breasts or belly increasing your uncertainty of what will occur next. As I feed you dessert you realize the torment will begin soon. prisoner torture The dinner preparations being finished I fill a glass with red wine and go to your bed. You are dozing naked on your back. I stand and admire your beauty before waking you and offering the wine. I sit beside you and explain my desires for the evening. We will eat on the porch and afterward I will torment you. During this time I will deprive you of your senses of sight and sound. You will taste, feel, and smell all but you will not be able to hear nor see. I place the blindfold over your eyes and put earplugs in your ears. I help you off the bed and lead you out to the porch. I sit you on a soft cushion and help you sip your wine. I tie your arms to the arms of the chair and your legs to the chair's legs. Slowly I feed you the meal I have prepared knowing I have chosen foods you adore. From time to time I pause and leave you to create a sense of disorientation. You never really know when I am about to place a morsel in your mouth or give you a glass to drink. Not having sight or hearing you find the food has more taste and especially more odors. After a while you know when I am beside you by smell but you have no idea of my next action. Periodically I cannot resist and I caress your breasts or belly increasing your uncertainty of what will occur next. As I feed you dessert you realize the torment will begin soon.

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