Anne strode towards the bed, one foot directly in front of the other to give her hips that extra sway.  With each stride Gwenevire could see Anne's sex exposed and then hidden by a thigh again.  With each step her breasts gave a light bounce, her long erect nipples swaying from side to side lightly.<br/><br/>She wrapped Gwenvire's former breast bindings around each hand and stretched out out with a snap.  With a deftness that showed some experience in the matter, the flat strap was wrapped around Gwenvire's left wrist, and then with a twist around the post of the bed and back again.  Anne looked over Gwenevire's long strong arm, and some part of her noted that no bindings Anne was likely to tie with such materials might hold the warrior woman if she wanted to be free.  Which was just a well, really.  Anne was quite happy to play at the game of binding, knowing that if Gwenevire felt threatened she could be free again.  The voluntary submission was what was important for the thrill.<br/><br/>She finished securing right hand and decided to cross to the other side over the bed.  Anne climbed back on the bed to kneel next to Gwenevire,  then moved to straddle her, Anne's wet sex warm on Gwenevire's belly.  "Now don't you move" she said softly, and with one hand began to caress Gwenvire's breasts in a figure eight pattern, wrapping around the right breast in long strokes, then between them, then around the left beast, each time rising a little higher on the breast until she broke from her pattern to give the left nipple a sudden, but soft squeeze.