It started out as Soft bondage, I didn’t realize what door I was opening. At first I was scared, but excited. Now I crave it. I crave that crack against my skin. The tightness of the rope around my body. I crave how tired my arms get after what seems like hours of holding my arms above my head as they are cuffed to the ceiling. The pain is amazing and makes me wet just typing these words. Thinking of the high from being out of control and in pain is better than any street drug or medical pills. I am a slave who is always wanting more. Who always needs more. Who begs for more. Please master may I have another?
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