On Handcuffs.
Cold steel. Hot flesh. Rigid. Binding. Unyielding. Controlling.
Nothing takes the place of handcuffs in a BDSM bond. I find that even the feistiest of submissives displays a profoundly different demeanor when she hears and feels each cuff ratchet down over her wrists. They will stay there, until I choose to remove them. And she will serve from this position.
Gladly. Eagerly. Hungrily.
Because she craves this special type of freedom - to be mine - and mine alone.
(via dancingonthefringe)