The Storm of Bondage

How the anticipation of a weekend in bondage can be almost as exciting as the bondage

DarkAngelGirl

I knew I’d be bound for the weekend. This is his time, a chance to please him and a chance to let go. He picked me up for the weekend, my bags were packed and ready to go. He pulled up in front of my house, looked me up and down, his piercing ice blue eyes peeking out over his aviator sun glasses. “Are you sure you packed enough?”, he asked, looking down at the two bags. “One bag is just for you.” I smiled sheepishly. When he smirked, I knew I had pleased him. The thunder rolled above us as the rain started to spit. We hit the grocery store for dinner items acting like a normal couple, although I was always one step behind knowing my place. Back in the car, neither of us could wait to get to his place. The anticipation was certainly killing me since…

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About dave94015

interested in alternative relationships, visual artist, erotic romance writer and reviewer of erotica, drug rehab clinic intern - early 30's
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2 Responses to The Storm of Bondage

  1. Thanks for reblogging! Although I’m new to submissive and new to writing, I’m now doing what’s been in my soul as long as I can remember. Your postings have been inspirational for me. 🙂

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