I propose a scenario.

I am in a bedroom, on a bed, tied up:  handcuffs that bind me to the bars of the headboard. No, a foulard tied tightly is better, but really tightly, with several loops around my wrists, or a rope. I just can’t move. Handcuffs hurt, especially when turning, and I don’t want pain. The thrill of feeling helpless, I want no control over myself. That’s  enough for me. 

Another black scarf completely covers my eyes, I can’t see anything. I’m lying like this on the bed, on my back, helpless. Then you open the door. I don’t know who you are, but I hope it’s you, I want it to be just you. 

I’m wearing a very tiny, black lace, semi-transparent thong. A black garter belt and a dark red lace bra, I like the maroon best, I don’t have any that color, I’ll have to look for it. I’m wearing open black thin straps sandals, with a very high heel, which is torture, in fact I think they’re only meant to be worn in bed. 

You can do whatever you want. You can talk or not talk to me. Don’t talk to me. Do whatever you want. Rules: no humiliation and no violence. You can be vigorous, use your strength, I don’t break.