The cuffs

Cuffs



The cold metal on my skin,

The fantasy is so less scary than the real thing.

The click and snap in place, makes the body shiver,

knowing the scene will soon begin.



They will keep me Safe.

They will keep me still but not silent.

They will keep me where you put me. No mistakes.

The fantasy comes with laughter, As I think, Really?



A second pair, That will cause me to think again.

Bound, no longer laughing.

The cold metal on each wrist and ankle, Sparkle in the light of the cold room of bondage.



Releasing my will for his, My power exchanged,

no longer in control of anything. but my thoughts.



My body, my movement, restrained.

My answers only given to please, Sir



Bound, begging for more,

A blindfold, Please don't make me watch, Let each strike come,



1. Sir, Thank you, Sir

2. Sir

3.Sir, Thank you Sir,

May I have another Sir?



Cuffs, Cold and yet they bring such warmth and safety!



Cuff, They are my friend.