I can hear you in the next room and I strain my ears to decipher your sounds. I hear the jingle of buckles and hardware, the creak of the lid of the trunk at the foot of the bed, the rattle of keys and the click of a lock. Private. Hidden. Secret. I don’t know what’s coming, or what awaits me, so I myself wait, eyes shuttered by the leather hood, curled in my cage, naked and waiting.
[Content Warning: captive/cage play, erotic asphyxiation, rough sex]
Your footfalls are heavier than when you left your office, the same room I am in. You’ve put on boots. My skin prickles at the thought of being taken outside like this, played with in the grass, or pushed into the dirt, with only the high cedar hedges to protect us from prying eyes.
Private. Hidden. Secret.