All the stuff from the van is in. The "foreplay" is over, it's time to move on to the foreplay.
Caroline is still standing, bound hand and foot, in the center of the room. I circle around her, admiring her up close. I put a finger to her shoulder, and move it around her upper body as I circle. I pause and take off my shirt. She can't see this, of course, but she can hear it. I circle her some more, moving a finger, or hand, around her body. I remove more clothing. I trace out the bondage that holds her, the tracing will renew it's sensory feeling to her.
I'm naked. I fondle one of her breasts; she doesn't object now; she is relaxing a bit. Her head is moving around a bit, and her weight is shifting from foot-to-foot. I circle behind her.
"Test your bonds." I say.
"What?"
"Test your arms. I'm about to change your bonds, but before I do. I want to see how much movement you have, and if you can slip free of what I have you in now."
She moves her wrists up and down her back. She slips her elbows around her back, then strains them forward against the fabric. She pulls her wrists up and away from her back, then around to her right side, and left side. She tries moving one wrist up, and the other down. This movement gets more motion than I had imagined, but nothing slips. I find all these motions intensely pleasurable to watch.
"I am held well." she announces.
"Good." I undo the rope around her ankles. "I'm going to take you to a wall. I want you to spread eagle yourself on that wall."
I lead her to the nearby wall and gently press her against it. She presses the wall with her breasts, spreads her legs, and points her bum out. I push it towards the wall. "I want your belly on that wall, too. Make love to it." Now her breasts and belly are on the wall, her arms behind her, and her legs spread wide and away from the wall. She is the picture of helplessness.
"All right! You are a fine sight, indeed, Caroline. Now, I will untie your arms. When I do, raise them above your head. Take a moment to get the kinks out. Then I will take off your top and bra, and I will tie them, again."
I let her arms loose. She rubs them a bit, but the tie had not put her arms in an uncomfortable range, so it doesn't take long for her to get the muscles worked out. She puts her arms up, and I slide her top and bra off over her head. Her skin is fine, soft and white. Her heritage is Scottish, and the Scottish have a wondrously delicate skin. In a woman of her age, it has the texture and luster of fine porcelain. Fifteen years from now will be like fine porcelain with cracks in it, but that's fifteen years from now....
I tie her wrists above her with rope. I loop the rope around many times, and I cinch it -- she will be in this a while, and she will be pulling against it. I don't want it to pinch her when she does.
I lead her into the bed room....