be-pleasing-always: Chains used to frighten me. His hands were warm on my skin when he wrapped me in
be-pleasing-always: Chains used to frighten me. His hands were warm on my skin when he wrapped me in cold chains and locked them to the basement wall. He made me kneel, blindfolded me and walked away. i could hear him pull up a chair just feet away. “This must be done,” he said, “And you will do it, for me.” Despite the cold steel, it felt as if the chains were burning into my flesh, my body shaking and i felt a tear on my cheek, sure that a panic attack would follow. i turned my face to the wall, feeling weak and ashamed. He moved slightly, the sound somehow a comfort. “Just breathe, little one,” he said. “Remember, I wrapped you up in my chains, think of them as my arms.” Slowly i felt the chains warm against my cold sweat, my trembling began to subside and i began to breathe more easily. my ears tried to pick up his movements, i tilted my head and felt him move closer still and automatically checked my kneeling position. my whole focus had shifted, no longer thinking about chains, i was focussed fully and firmly on his presence. Yes, he had wrapped me up. Suddenly i felt his warmth and control, as if represented in his chains, envelop me. Much later, he held me. “Don’t doubt me, little one, just surrender.” Chains used to frighten me, but no more. -- source link