<div class="floatleft">(http://i1289.photobucket.com/albums/b502/ehlamjanx/carter2_zps845c5db9.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Carter Sagle<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Victoria "Vicky"Tucker<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Entry<br/><strong>When: </strong>June 13, late evening<br/><strong>Warning:</strong>None<br/><hr/>When Vicky said "understood" and held her own arms up high above her, he gave her an assured nod.  He could sense the slightest disappointment in her eyes.  He could tell that she'd likely embrace him if it weren't for the fact that he placed her into imaginary bondage straight away.  There were so many ways to play this out, but he had something very specific in mind to do, now that they had agreed to proceed.<br/><br/>Knowing she would have to hold her arms in the air and not have something to hold on to, or rest them on, she could grow tired.  He slipped away, choosing on his own accord to turn off the overhead light, even though he stated he wanted lights on.  The bed stand lights were softer and easier he reasoned.  He returned quickly enough to her, then reached up to her hands and pretended to loosen them.  His eyes remained locked onto Vicky's as he took one wrist, lowered it, then the other.  He hoped she'd allow him to move her as this was now the game they were in.  This was only to remove the sweet satin robe from her body.  It would be in the way.  He folded it gently over his forearm as he repositioned her hands back above her head with his free hand.  Again, with a gentle press to the wall.  "Bound here," he stated as though it was an undeniable fact.<br/><br/>This would be a fun way to explore her, though he didn't see Vicky as being into really being restrained.  He had read her card one hundred times.  This might be as far as she wanted to go, submission wise.  If she did ever crave more, he'd indulge her, but only if he thought it'd make her excited for the experience.  For now, this game had a very specific purpose and he'd never make her feel like she couldn't just stop at any moment.  Imaginary bindings were perfect for that.  In this moment, all it really said was, "let me".<br/><br/>He turned and laid the satin robe on the comfy chair gently.  He returned to the vision he had hoped to capture.  Vicky, standing, stretched out and "helpless".  Two steps from the chair, seeing her in the dim light, he took a deep breath and stopped.  She was an obedient slave girl, all "tied up" and helpless, his in some playful way.  His steps towards her were slow, taking in his prey, consuming the vision from her helpless hands, down her arms, then seeing her sweet angel's face.  Her hair fell about her shoulders and framed her body in pink lingerie.  He approached her, opened his hands and held them at her waist, ever so slowly turning his hands so that his fingers would graze her back.  His hands swept up from there tracing up her back in a sweet embrace, making gentle contact against her flesh as he went up.  This embrace, though, she couldn't return.  She could only stand and feel him appreciating her body discovering it for the first time.<br/><br/>He moved his body close to hers, enough so that they'd touch at the chest and the  thigh.  Dangerously close, so that they could exchange their body heat by their proximity.  His hands swept down her back and traced each curve until his hands descended past her hips and to the outside of either thigh.  Her inability to return the touch made him feel like he was an Orchestra Conductor waving musical instructions to some unseen symphony of Vicky's magnificence.<br/><br/>His hands splayed out, his palm and fingertips hovering over her flesh concentrating on being as close as humanly possible without touching.  Only each fingertip, then, made contact upon her thigh.  He hands rose, in slow motion, to trace and graze up once more.  He retraced the path and felt all parts of her on the way.  Grazing over the curve of her hips, her butt, over the fabric of her panties.  Slowly caressing her back, he could feel her bone structure of her tail bone, her spine, her ribs.  His hands came to rest at her bra.  He looked her in the eyes with a locked gaze, a faint twinkle and smile beneath an otherwise intent gaze.  He watched to make sure his next move would be allowed, hands still "bound" as they were above her head.<br/><br/>He unfastened the clasp of her bra and allowed the fabric to fall away from it grip, though he didn't allow it to fall off, only unfasten.<br/><br/>He smirked a smile, unable to keep the serious overtone much longer.  "Your hands are free," he said with a delightful smile.  Like what he had done was a big deal and that it could be stopped might be more to her liking, besides, they'd probably want a rest from the few minutes of holding them in such an uncomfortable position.  He wanted to see her reaction, and also show her by way of his appreciation of her body, how much he could just adore her.  Her hands would be free if she wanted to embrace.<br/><br/>He leaned in and kissed her, something he wanted her to respond to, her hands free to wrap him in them if she wished.  This would be their very first romantic kiss and he didn't want to miss one moment of her reaction to it, after she knew he did, in fact, adore her.<br/><br/>They could talk about proceeding in whatever role after, but right now, he wanted a sweet romantic kiss from her.  It would set the tone for whatever games may come from there.