As i lay here and take stock of myself, I can’t find where it was that I decided to underestimate his words. I was let go, allowed to speak freely and often, he enjoyed the banter, this is as much on him, if not more so, than me.
He would say with a shitty grin “ One day Pet, you will go too far and there will be consequences”. I would chuckle and say “ I hope so”.
My face is hot, the pillowcase he has tied over my head is not allowing good air flow. It doesn’t help that I can’t get my breathing to slow, with my mouth taped I feel like I might hyper ventilate.
I lie here on a bed of my consequences. My arms are bound behind me, my ankles tied to spreader bar, ass up high and he has plugged my ass. I am spread wide open. I’m trying to calm my breath so I can hear what he is doing. He moves around so slow and quiet I have to strain.
I don’t expect any conversation or explanation, Bc I know there won’t be any. I’m aware that I finally crossed a line,and he will correct me.