Daddy saw me standing naked, with only his maroon silk necktie covering my eyes and a set of new jute ropes proffered on my palms. From the time he arrived until now, my intimate parts and thighs were already dripping from my anticipation.
Keeping my chin up, I boldly said, noticing the wetness of the rope on my groin, “Daddy, I don’t like it rough tonight.”
“Baby girl, you know I was never rough. The ropes you chose are.”
He whispered behind me, eliciting goosebumps on my creamy flesh while he tightened the last knot of his new Kinbaku pattern.
