As her wrists were unbound she rubbed at them softly slipping off the stained bed. Walking over to the tub and climbing in behind him her hands moving up to wash his hair for him. He could feel her bare wet body pressed to his back. Her fingers slide along the tattoo on his shoulder for a moment. Rising from the water after washing herself she reached for her clothing to dress when he stopped her.<br/><br/>Watching the white rope her heart sped up in her chest worries about what he would do with that. Watching as it wrapped tightly pressing into her pale skin. Her tiny waist tightened under the stiff corset and he could see the pink nipples pulled out so hard they showed through the kimono.<br/><br/>Once she was dressed and took a step he saw her gasp. "Takeda-tono .. I can't possibly ride like this.. I.. " she blushed knowing that every bounce on the horse would send waves of pleasure and have her straining to hide it. As she stepped forward to take the mask her legs weavered a moment. Nodding her head she took the mask.<br/><br/>She braided her hair back in a braid to keep it from her face and tying it with a strip of cloth. Placing the mask over her face as she walked towards him. Her hand gripped his forearm as she moaned the way the golden sphere filled her and rope pressed against her clit. "Please.. Masuta.. " As she felt herself dampen with desire she remembered the way he felt pounding inside her hungrily.<br/><br/>Straightening up she steadied her back and shook her head. She would not give him the statisfaction of knowing how much she wanted him. It wasn't right and it wasn't proper for a lady to admit such things. Pulling her hand back she stood behind him waiting for him to lead the way.<br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/d8/48/0b/d8480b7eb1bd1a79cb0a8b4def3b11f2--masquerade-mask-men-masquerade-tattoo.jpg)<br/>