“But how am I supposed to do things?” you whine as I wrap the rope around your wrists. Joined together in front of you, your two wrists are bound together, firmly, but you have some flexibility left.
I smile wickedly back at you. “That’s your problem,” I growl as I finish the knotty on the rope. Your hands are now secure in front of you. I give you ass a smack as I tell you to go about your business for the day. Today, all day, you will be in bondage. Your hands will be bound all day long as you eat, cook, watch television, sit, lay, pee, wash, read, work on the computer, etc. every move, every need, will be amplified by the rope holding your wrists together. Slave. That is what you are. It pleases your Master to see you move in the house this way. Struggle with things. Move in deliberate ways. Taking moments to think about how to do things, that before were second nature to you.
You plead with me through your eyes. Surely this will be too annoying. You can’t possibly go through an entire day in this condition. Already, you struggle with the bonds.
You wonder whether to really push this. Will he back down? Will he ignore you? Will he punish you? Will he just gag you?
Glancing down, you see his hardness through his pants. Raging, excited, you realize why he is doing this. It pleases him. You are pleasing him by doing this, by struggling through the day with your bonds. When will he take you, when will he lay claim to what is his? How often? You helpless to do anything, except submit and enjoy him. Enjoy your Master, for that is what pleases him. That is what turns him on. He has claimed you.
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