The calm before the storm

The calm before the storm
The little butterfly puffs across my shoulder
Your chocolate eyes under hooded lids
That mischievous smirk
Your hand upon my shoulder
Pushing me down onto that bed
"Lie down lil slut, I've got a surprise for you"
I lie down with nervous anticipation
Wondering what you’re going to do...
You slip the blindfold over my eyes and brushes a thumb across my cheek, whispering in your ear
"Lay still…"
I can't see, but my hearing is heightened, I can smell something burning but I can't make out what it is.
I feel your hands on my wrists firmly pulling them up, feel the restraints around my wrists as you tie them to the bed. You move down my legs and tie my ankles to the spreader bar. I am locked in. I can't move, you have complete control.
I wait, patiently, nervously, wondering what's going to happen.
You come close and put your hand on my chest gently, calming me, reassuring me that you are there and whisper "Do you trust Daddy?"
I don't need to think about my answer, I trust you with every fiber of my being. You are my calm, my peace.
"Yes Sir, I trust you"
I feel your hand tightly squeeze my shoulder...
"Good girl, now the fun begins"