He moved to her, walking along the side of the bed he let the feather trail ever so lightly across her body, from her calf up to her navel where he twirled it about once.. then up father still until he could stroke it between the vally of her breasts.<strong>"your breasts are beautiful."</strong>he said as he trailed the tip of the feather over her nipples, watching as they stiffen under his attentions. Satisfied with his teasing he placed the feather down and fished the silk ribbons tied to the bed, there he looked them around her wrists and hand, bind them in a prayer hold above her head. One ribbon each for each leg was attached to her ankles so she was held spread eagle. he stepped back to admire his handy work<strong>"To think, right now i could do anything I wanted, and you could not stop me."</strong>that kind of power was intoxicating, but he knew what he wanted. like his brother he wanted screams.. but his would be given from a whole different type of torture<br/><br/><strong>"First step is the oil."</strong>he said, he fetched the glass jar and lit a candle. holding the contents above the flame until he saw a few small bubbles form, it wasn't long.he rubbed his hands with the oil and moved to sit on the bed, he stroked her body down, going from tits, rubbing in small sensual circles down to her venus mound, an extra dollop of the warm sensual liquid rubbed directly onto her clitty.