Bound and Teased: My First Surrender to Floriane
In my childhood bedroom, wrists bound to the headboard with silk scarves, blindfold tight over my eyes. Heart hammering like a trapped bird. Floriane had left me there, abandoned after dinner, her little game twisting my nerves into knots. Skin buzzing, electric, every inch aching for her touch. I trusted her completely—no violence, just pure…