Home!
Home from work. Free from the hustle and bustle of human life.
My owner hugs me. “You’re well?”
I nod. A long, loving kiss. “Do you need your mouth?”
I shake my head. “I do!” I get another kiss and then my owner gags me. “Do you need your arms?”
I shake my head. I turn. Backpack! My owner ties my writs to my elbows. It is comfortable. I am totally helpless.
My owner leads me to the comfy chair, helps me sit down. My socks come off. My owner shackles my feet. I am chained.
A hug. “Love you!” I snuggle up, safe, secure, loved, looked after, enslaved.
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Sleeping shackled and chained is a bit of an acquired taste but it is also a very amazing feeling of total surrender and obedience.
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Your eyes adjust to the gloomy torture chamber, and you begin to wonder why there are no sharp things, but lots of feathers...
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@yourlittlettoy's hyper-sensitive soles, toe-tied and locked in.
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