How could such a minute gesture have such an effect? How could a simple sign carry the weight of volume of text? My feet moved, my body responded to her will and I followed silently, obediently. Andi was perfect and I watched her flawless form ahead of me, imagining her naked her hips swaying hypnotically, imaging myself naked, longing it to be so, that Andi might gaze upon me and smile approvingly.<br/><br/>She closed the door and I closed my eyes instinctively, lost in exquisite anticipation. My whole body was afire, every nerve tingling uncontrollably. How could this woman hold me thus, without a word, without a touch? And yet I was bound unconditionally to her as surely as if I wore her collar about my neck. The door closing was a promise of the joys to come and that it remained slightly ajar added risk and untold danger. My lips parted and I wet them with my tongue causing them to glisten and sparkle. Andi was so beautiful, so perfect and I longed to run to her, to kiss her and yet I ignored such base impulses and wallowed in the ecstasy of my depravation.  I let my eyes flow over her, seeing beneath the business clothes. I inhaled deeply and her sweet fragrance filled my lungs and I sighed silently. Andi circled behind me and I could feel her, watching teasing, her hand upon my hair, her breath upon my neck. Andi’s fingers trailed across my skin and I shuddered and then her lips upon my neck and I tilted my head to open myself her. Her words were like music, simple words and few and yet they were a symphony that brought such joy.<br/><br/>And now Andi stole the daylight and in its place gave me so much more. The blindfold simply intensified my desire. The mix of perfume and natural odour that hung around me, the sound of her heels deafening as she stepped silently upon the carpet, and her voice . . . Oh that voice. Again Andi explored me with her hands, her body pressed against mine and once more I resisted the uncontrollable urge to reach out. I would accept what I was given and no more I would accept unconditionally and without self-gratification and in doing so I would gain the world. And at once she was gone and I mourned her loss as one mourns a departed lover. But still she was close, her sent lingered and I could hear her beating heart and the shortness of her breath.<br/><br/>“On your knees.” She had said and I obeyed without hesitation. Her voice was quiet and demanding and had I the will to resist, I would surely have been overwhelmed by its calm assurance. But I had no will.<br/><br/>And I crawled towards her voice, as a puppy called to her mistress and my cheek found a knee, but she said nothing. How sweetly she cursed, how erotic the word ‘cunt’ on her soft voice. I steered myself between her legs and slowly edged towards my goal. I could smell the scent of her arousal long before I tasted her and I paused for a heartbeat of insolent torment. Could she feel my hot breath upon her, was she angered by my disobedience?<br/><br/>My lips brushed over her naked mound and I kissed her, imagining the stain of my lipstick upon her flesh. With my bearings established my lips moved to her thigh and back, skirting around her moist desire and yet I could feel every shiver and frisson beneath my lips. My tongue slipped from my lips and explored her folds as gently as one would take a drop of honey from a rose petal and at last my lips pressed to her and my tongue sank deeply inside, and I moaned deeply into her womb.<br/><br/>How I so wanted to be naked, a feast for her eyes, but that was not Andi’s will and so I remained dressed, but my love, my Andi was beneath me and my lips and tongue controlled her pleasure. I licked slowly and then probed deeply, giving all my lips and mouth had to offer and in doing so felt a stirring deep within. My hand moved to my breast and slid over my stomach to my skirt, but I caught myself and returned it to the floor, licking and fucking Andi with my tongue. I had not yet earned such reward.<br/><br/>Andi’s excitement was the sweetest ambrosia, smeared upon my cheeks and as I swallowed her arousal clung to my throat to rob me of air. I listened to every approving sigh or sob and felt every involuntary twitch of her legs and I moved my hands over her caves and thighs and back again, let them drift to her hips and slender waist, hoping that I’d not strayed too far and praying that she’d permit me wander beyond.<br/>