Silk Scarf

Holding the scarf in one hand, he did so. It was immediately apparent that she intended to tie him up with it. A burst of fear flashed in his mind. It was one thing to fantasize about being tied up, but to actually be helpless was another thing.
“Wrap each end around your wrist as far as you can.” she continued. “Then pull it tight.”
Michael did so. His hands were now tightly bound. If he simply let go of the scarf, he would be free.
“You don’t get it, do you?” Catherine asked.
Michael didn’t have to answer. His facial expression told it all.
“You control the game.” she said. “You have the power to end it anytime you wish. All you have to do is relax your hands and let go of the scarf. Do you understand now?”
Michael nodded his head to say yes. It was an exciting concept. To surrender control, yet to hold the key to your captivity in your hands all the time.
Catherine leaned over and pressed her lips against Michael’s. Her lipstick tasted of cinnamon and as she pressed her tongue into his mouth, that sweet taste spread throughout it as well.

Her fingers pressed down on the crotch of his pants, closing around his still hard cock, giving it a playful squeeze. She pumped it a few times, just enough to send tiny sparks to his brain.
Suddenly she laughed and moved her hand to the stick shift. Catherine pushed the car into gear and pressed down on the accelerator. The engine roared and the tires screeched as the Porche swung away from the curb and down the street. They turned onto 12th Ave. and drove for a little while along the Hudson River.
Traffic soon grew heavier as they came to a complete stop behind a tractor trailer. There was a second large truck to Catherine’s left. On the right was a row of long empty warehouses. Even with his limited time in Manhattan, Michael knew that 12th Ave. was the worse route you could take at this time of night. All the truckers came this way causing traffic jam after traffic jam. The night was not turning out like he expected. He turned to say something but a long slender finger pressed against his lips kept him silent.