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You
have me kneeling before you. Knees resting on a small, violet pillow,
hands behind me in such lovely and heavy leather cuffs, padlocked in.
You
picked out what you wanted me to wear. Black heels, black hose held
up to a lace garter belt, black lace panties and bra...an open, silk
blouse, short. My ankh cameo on a black ribbon for my neck and long,
black kid gloves up to my elbows.
I
walked out to you, as you sat in your very lonely chair. Slowly.
Hands behind my back, wrists crossed. When I go to you, you made a
motion, and I turned in a circle until you held up your hand for me
to stop. You snapped your fingers and I obediently knelt on the
pillow before you.
You
leaned forward and gazed at me; my head bent forward, eyes down, as
you like it. That's when you put the heavy cuffs on me, comforting
pressure on my wrists, the finality of the padlocks clicking shut.
You sat back down in the only chair of this empty room.
You
snapped your fingers twice; the order to look up. You pulled out a
ball gag from your pocket. My favorite one. The red, well-chewed one.
You held it with one hand as you leaned forward. And then I just
couldn't help myself...
I
leaned forward and up, catching you by surprise; you froze. My small,
pink tongue flicked out and I gently and slowly licked your chin.
Smiling, I sat back on my heels.
Your
empty hand lashed out and grabbed my hair. You pulled it, making my
head turn to the side and you brought me up to your face. You made me
gasp, rolled my eyes back and closed them, and the pain...oh, the
pain was so *delicious*...
You
held me there, by my hair, both of us breathing heavily. I opened my
eyes and and looked at you hungrily. I licked my red lips before
whispering to you.
“Wreck
me.”
