The intense heartbeats entwined with their rushed breaths and soft moans provided that fateful night’s music. Eirene could not and would not find more blissful joy than her lover’s own pleasure and pleading voice as Daphne asked to return the favor. Without a single word, the mistress released her blindfold, gently pulling it away from her eyes. Daphne’s gaze fell upon her lover’s soft features, engulfed in candlelight. The glimmer in Eirene’s chocolate eyes, her assuring yet wicked smile, the determination in her gaze, they all meant one thing: “You are mine.”<br/><br/>The sound of torn fabric echoed in their ears as Eirene ripped the blindfold, holding one end clenched between her teeth, the other in both hands, ending up with two pieces of the same size as a result. She then released Daphne’s wrists, unknotting the rope and with a long, gentle caress along her right arm, she took hold of her hand once again.<br/><br/>The mistress did not speak, but smiled as she took the maiden’s left hand as well and brought them both to the front, cupping them within her own hands which still held onto the shredded blindfold. It seemed that she would tie Daphne’s hands together, but instead Eirene passed the pieces to her.<br/><br/>With a subtle smile, the woman turned gracefully on her heels and walked towards the long bronze chair, padded in velvet, ornamented with winged sphinxes and the feet of some  beast or another. Eirene sat, spreading her shapely legs in a lavish move and with her curled index finger, beckoned Daphne to approach.<br/>