Sir told me to post this here so that people could see how bratty I am and how much I love to take orders. ???
It was our 3 year anniversary. 3 years of knowing & loving each other. We decided it was noteworthy enough to celebrate it so we booked a hotel room. We were looking forward to getting away from the everyday stress of life. Family stuff, work, responsibilities. We wanted to forget about everything and everyone else and eat, fuck, eat, and indulge…not necessarily in that order. ;)
We booked a room in a large historic hotel. As I was making the reservations I could imagine Sir tying my arms against the vintage bed frame so that I was unable to free them. I imagined what the rope would feel tugging at my wrists as I struggled against the craftsmanship of the bed that would never allow me to get away so easily. I could also never get away easily because Sir would never allow that. The only way I’d ever escape Sir is if he wanted me to get away so that he could watch me struggle and submit to him more.