i lay on the bed, on my stomach first, like He said. “Go to your bedroom, strip to your panties and prepare for the belt.”
“Prepare for the belt?” i said, and i think my voice trembled.
He was patient, “Yes, strip to your panties and lie face down on the bed,” so i did, and i heard the belt, heard it hiss as he took it off, heard it whistle, heard it smack against my ass, and felt the sting. Remembering now, i feel that clench at the center of my pussy, a spasm of pleasure.
Leather restraints on my wrists and ankles, buckled on, i can’t describe the feeling. i can’t. Sir. Feeling helpless and safe at the same time, feeling held. Restrained – yes ,of course restrained, even before He attached my wrists together behind my back. Even before the collar.
The collar – He tried three before he settled on one, a collar that buckled around my neck, that had a hook, I think, it must have had because the chain also ran from the collar to my waist. No, not a hook, it can’t be a hook – what do you call it? an eylet maybe? No – a ring. A collar with a ring that you can attach other things to, or attach to other things. Attached to a chain, attached to my waist…
The chain that ran between my legs over the dildo filling my pussy, over my clit, pressing against it, between the cheeks of my ass, attaching again at the waist, tight enough to know it’s there but not to hurt. Restrained. Chained. Held.
Sir. He places his belt over my eyes. Not blindfolded, not helpless and blindfolded, i could have shaken it off, but i wouldn’t, His belt, laid over my eyes like a suggestion. O, yes, Sir.
i want to know how i look, so securely bound, with my wrists behind my back, the chains around me, dildo filling me, His belt laid across my eyes.
But i have said ‘no pictures,’ i said it was a hard boundary. And it is. But i want to know what i look like. Sigh.
i feel beautiful. Chained. Restrained. Held.
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