lusting-after-tomorrow: - Your new life hanging above your head. A bleak future and weak existence
lusting-after-tomorrow: - Your new life hanging above your head. A bleak future and weak existence was your first thought. The cuffs slowly turning from the draught of the attic latch underneath. The dull steel reflecting the light, dazzlingly taunting your eyes. She; your Mistress, lifted up your hand and fed it to the cuff. It’s cold jaws locked around your skin. Your fate was sealed now, no going back. Not that it ever worried you anyway. She gave you a smile before giving you one last taste of her kiss. A weight felt like it had been lifted from you. No more thinking, no more decisions to make. Your only job now was the mundane task of breathing. She soon left you, but why did she leave the attic door a jar? To hear your cries? To allow guests to hear too? Or maybe to torture your mind further? A wicked and cruel trick, showing a way to escape, but knowing you are physically restrained and unable to flee? Quicker than anticipated you began to panic, thrashing your body from left to right. Your heart racing and your teeth gritted. Burning wrists and sweaty palms, you whimpered and cried out for forgiveness, for one last chance… No answer from beyond the door, but what did you expect? A chilling silence was your only reply. Shaking tremors rippled through your arms as you hung there vulnerable and humiliated. This was your new life. - -- source link