I think in sepia tones as each restraint is attached, the feel of the rope causing my core to react.
There’s a semblance of normality in that as my body tries to be all that it was before.

He asks me “How does it feel, slut?”
and I tell Him “I love it, Sir”

and I truly do.

Here, I’m bound, to Him, to us, and also to the
(naive?)
hope that I haven’t completely lost the whole of who I am.

 

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