Mind bondage-3

I sank into the soft white covering. Where my skin touched it I felt a warm furry caress. Again, a relaxation invaded my mind. Why had I yelled at Hector?

“Adele, there’s nothing wrong with releasing sexual tension after an intense night of group therapy. I could see that the mentions of sex made you uncomfortable last night, Adele. I know that you are not quite the same as the other women. Your insomnia doesn’t have the same root as theirs,” his voice was soothing to me. So reasonable. So right. Every time he said my name I felt warm and special. I hardly noticed as he stood up, moving my body to recline on the fur covered table. He slid my sandals off my feet and I wriggled my toes happily in the fur.

“You need to start by totally relaxing, Adele. I am going to help you relax. I am helping you, Adele,” his voice crooned, softer and softer. I had to strain and focus to listen to his words, his important words. He produced furry straps and restrained my wrists and then my ankles. I felt the pressure of the straps, it was okay, because Hector was helping me.