My First Time Tied Up: Frédérique’s Blindfolded Hotel Surrender
The hotel room door creaked open into pitch black. My pulse hammered in my ears. Frédérique’s voice sliced the dark: ‘Put this blindfold on.’ Her words hung heavy, charged. I hesitated, heart racing like a trapped animal. This was uncharted. No control. But her laugh, low and teasing, pulled me in. No turning back now….