Bound — With Friday on my Mind
I open the door and there she stands. Bold in a black catsuit. I am tongue-tied as I invite her in and make us both drinks…
Looking forward to Friday? I know I am…
I awake, look at the clock — it’s Monday and time to get up and set about my day. Bound by the rhythm of light.
At work, I give financial advice, trying to convince the client to purchase a product which will tie him up economically for the next two years.
Once home, I loosen my collar and remove my tie. Yet still I am enslaved. Chained by the convention of the day… with Friday on my mind.
Friday Night…
I open the door and there she stands. Bold in a black catsuit. I am tongue-tied as I invite her in and make us both drinks.
After…
“Get undressed and lay on top of your bed.” She demands.
She secures my wrists to the bed post and spreads my legs before binding them to the steel board.
I am tied.
Restrained.
Can’t move.
Relieved, I lay still — and hard.
She picks up her flail and flogs my useless body repeatedly while I writhe in pain and ecstasy. The agony driving through to the very core of all that is me.
On a Friday, I am shackled and free to soar… How about you?
More at the weekend…