No rope
Added 2021-01-08 17:16:43 +0000 UTCI love the idea of being bound by someones words, as tightly as if by rope.
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“Oh, my sweet, we don’t need rope to keep you still, do we? Not when we have my voice, to tie your mind in knots.”
You could feel it already. You had been squirming too much, and they wanted you still.
You could feel the chains of your submission locking you in place.
Their words pinning you to the bed, beneath them.
So easy to let them have that control.
You wanted to give them that control.
And so you gave up the ability to move.
The ability to squirm.
As your mind is bent round and around. A mobius strip of obedience and submission and pleasure. Never ending, never finishing.
All flowing into one another.
As the bonds of their words hold you perfectly still, unable to move without their say so.
Just how they like you.
