I clip his wrist cuffs to the rope at his belly, I examine the ties, the loops, the smoothness of the rope around him, reach between his legs to pull the ends forward, through his legs and up to attach it to the d-rings on his collar, I pull it tight, I am touching him, exposed skin, my knee pressed against his groin.
I stroke the rope that slips around and around his body, tug on the knots to watch him react, I see something change when I put pressure on the rope attached to the collar and pull his face towards me, he reaches for me, I feel it awaken.
I pull his sightless face to me, his mouth stretched silently open around the ball gag, I touch my cheek to his gently, then explore his face softly with mine, his breathing changes with this intimacy, I brush his skin with my cheek, I nudge gently at his nose with my nose, I let my lip catch on his, he leans further into me, moves his head to find me as I change positions, as if he would kiss me if he wasn’t blind and mute. I can smell the desire in him rising, he shifts on his knees, a shuffle, leans further forward to reach for me, he is hard up against my knees now, I place a hand on his chest to stop him toppling over. His almost imperceptible movement, his unseeing search for more contact sharpens my focus, makes my heart beat a little faster.
I do this for a long time, travelling his face with mine, inhaling him, drinking in his reaction, it is a silent exploration, feather touches, tender, subtle, almost nothing at all, I can feel how it gets inside him, he is sending me waves of want, it crackles between us, it is a gentle and powerful hotness.
Finally I whisper in his ear, “How are you doing there?”
He tilts his head to press his cheek against mine, nods, and the moment slips away.