Scarf

I stood behind her, draping the scarf over her head so that it settled against her throat. One hand gripped the ends of the scarf and the other pressed firmly on her back, forcing her down over the leather ottoman.

Resting a knee against her ass, I wound the scarf about her wrists and then tied the ends off. I tested the tension of the velvet fabric to make sure it was tight and then slid two fingers between the scarf and her neck to make sure she could still breath.

She could. But not easily. And the more she shifted, the harder it became.

I unsnapped the bra and drew the back of her black panties over her hips to the top of her thighs.

Now, she was ready.