Sadde knocks on Isabella's door at 7PM sharp.
"What are you thinking, pet?" asks Isabella in a low voice.
"I'm thinking about the things I want you to do to me. I'm thinking in particular about what we bought today."
"I didn't check the menu this morning. Just give me a deadline or I might lose track of time and you'll be showing up to work hungry."
And unpackages the silky lengths of fabric and ties Sadde's wrists together behind her back with one. And puts the other over her pet's eyes.
They have until one-thirty.
And since Sadde's blindfolded there will have to be more verbal instructions and physical hauling to get her where Isabella wants her, and doing what Isabella wants her doing.
And Sadde is more than happy to oblige, reacting to every word and touch like electricity coursing through her body.
...but she doesn't want to cut it too close, so she still leaves herself plenty of time to try on her new item and demonstrate its use to her sub.
Even more electricity! And noises. Lots of those, with varying levels of coherency. Sadde really likes the new item.
Oh good. Isabella likes that she likes it. Also, it leaves her hands and mouth free to surprise her blindfolded pet.
Being blindfolded does lead to some wonderful surprises, doesn't it? At least Sadde thinks so, and vehemently expresses it.
But not quite. Towards the end of the allotted time Isabella pushes the blindfold out of the way.
Which is wonderfully surprising in a whole new way! Sadde cries out, biting down on her lip as she watches Isabella's body.
Snuggle.
"You," she says, "are so perpetually tempting. If it weren't fifteen minutes before you need to go to lunch I'd probably just start kissing you again and start all over. How am I supposed to get anything done with you around, pet?"