Short chains
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The chains connecting my ankle and wrists cuffs were barely a foot long.
We’d gone off to spend a weekend in a reasonably isolated cabin a friend owned. This gave us a chance to try a small dose of 24/7, something we didn’t really want to do on a long-term basis.
It might be only for the first day. If she grew tired of it we’d end it either before bed or in the morning. If she were enjoying it she would still give me the chance I wasn’t up to continuing.
She said the short terms would mean that with every step, every time I need to use my hands I’d remember that for now I was wholly under her control.
For now she was in another room reading a book. I’d been left on my knees in a corner. Facing me was a mirror. She said it would let me see myself as a man who has surrendered himself to the woman he loves.
