Julie spent a long couple of minutes sitting on the arm of the couch, stroking the sides of Midori's long bare legs with her fingers and moulding the smooth cheeks of Midori's rear in her palms.

Then she leaned over and kissed the back of one golden thigh, stood up, and crossed the room to the table by the window. She sat there for a while, typing at the keyboard.

"I have a question." Midori, still bound on her stomach across the back of the couch, her torso supported by the stack of pillows and her blindfolded face on the couch cushion, had raised her head enough to speak.

Julie got up from the chair and walked slowly over, knelt on the floor in front of her, and taking her face in her hands kissed her long and deeply on the lips.

Midori groaned softly, and her naked body moved against the couch.

"You're supposed to ask permission before you speak," Julie said, rising to her feet.

"May I speak?"

Outside on the street, a car horn blared.

"You may." Julie sat on the arm of the couch again, idly stroking the bound girl's back.

"I thought - I mean isn't this submission stuff supposed to be about - you know..."

"About?"

"You know -- about like sex?"

Julie smiled to herself.

"Is maybe being bound and helpless on my couch here,naked with your yummy little ass in the air, is that maybe a little sexy?"

Midori sighed, or moaned.

"It's, well, yes it's really incredibly..."

"You're...?"

"I'm wet. I'm hot! I'm going crazy aren't you going to -- well aren't you...?"

Julie slipped a finger in between her friend's

thighs from behind and touched the moist tender skin.

"Patience, darling," she said, "patience."

And she stood and slowly unbuttoned her shirt.