Slave Attire (Of a Sorts)
» Cravings
After last night’s beatings Alexandra left my wrist cuffs on. Unknowingly she gratified one of my dreams.
Bound, gagged, blindfolded. A favorite image by the late Bishop.
In my fantasies I pictured not just my neck collared but cuffs on my arms and legs. At any moment I could instantly be bound or attached to an object.
Being me I didn’t stop at just that.
My wrists were chained together as were my ankles. My voluntary slavery rendered inescapable.
The chains might be long enough to give me free movement. Or short to render me awkward.
Naturally I saw my genitals or testicles bound to another chain. Walking would gently tug them, reminding me of my status.
As I’ve often noted bondage is important to me, even if it is only symbolic. My body becomes a cage, leaving me helpless before her.
I’ve never been pushy about this. I know that my giving of myself is what matters to Alexandra. But it was nice to have the cuffs on for so long.
Comments
I know about your fetish for bondage cuffs - I think you wrote about it at least once on this weblog and remember - I do read it all and remember most of it ;)
It was fun to be able to give you that fantasy and I think it suited you. Watching you make me a drink with the chains still attatched was a treat for me, too.
xx
Posted by: Alexandra | August 10, 2005 9:36 PM
Fixing you a cocktail while encumbered was certainly another fantasy come to life.
Posted by: Richard | August 10, 2005 9:49 PM