The Wait

WARNINGS: This is a departure from my normal form of writing.  Those who are squicked by BDSM beware.

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The bindings eat into my wrists as I struggle, moans obliterated by the ball gag.  The blindfold obscures even the faintest light in the room.

Even worse than the feeling of helplessness and loss of control is the waiting.  What will he do tonight, whip me?  Pour hot wax on my ass again?  Use that dildo that makes me wild?  I'm at his mercy - He could do anything to me.

Justin learned his power, and has surpassed me in wielding it. But fear not -  I know I’m in the best of care.  He only hurts when I ask for it.


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