He sits outside my cage, peering into a world He will never quite grasp. He’s Dominant, He&rsq
He sits outside my cage, peering into a world He will never quite grasp. He’s Dominant, He’ll understand my submission. How devoted i am, my need to serve, But never the need i have to be controlled. Being in these four barred walls, i acquire a state of control that exceeds beyond a craving. A desire so strong it could break me; but i feel safer than i could ever envision. i’m SO bound. Beyond measure, In beautifully thick ropes that never end. i feel beautiful laying inside here. Lurking these four walls that open me to a whole new world of freedom i never knew existed. Intentions of never leaving instilled in my head. Why would i ever want to leave? This is what i was born to do. i long to feel the cold metal bars between the webs of my fingers. Imprisoned to His devious plans as much as i am to This cage. Held captive. i watch Him slowly lower Himself to my level, putting one hand inside to stroke my hair and my delicate ego. Telling me what a good girl i am as He watches the serenity leave from my eyes and flood into His. Unlike most caged animals, i’m not one to be feared. i’m His good girl, and it’s not in my nature to bite the hand that feeds. He waits at the opening of my cage inviting me out but i leech to the back in defense, refusing to budge. This is where i want to stay. Locked. Caged! Because the foundation of my structure starts to chip away with the opening of the door. With one strict command to motion me out, i submit, put away my claws, and crawl out with my head lowered. The delicate movement of the muscles in my body catch His eyes and He almost forgets to breathe. i take the sigh as a sign of approval and He tugs at my collar as i follow. If He thinks the view from out here is beautiful, He can’t imagine how i must feel inside there. i wish i could stay locked inside There forever, purely for His use. Not only for punishment, not just for display, but felicitously available for Him, whether He intends to use me or not. Here when He wants me and easily attainable when He needs me. The decision is left up to Him. Whether to let me out or cover me with a sheet for the night. He has to hide from these begging eyes, so desperate to serve because He has to sleep sometime. After all, tending to His slut doesn’t pay the bills. Copyright © youryounglady -- source link
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