Standing by the bed I waited for her to come to me. No words spoken, just contact. She knew what I wanted from her without me having to say it and she followed through. Something inside me was burning for her, burning at the sight of her submissive behaviour.
She watched me as I took off my shirt and pulled out cuffs, a collar with a chain and my belt from the drawer. I noticed she didn't even move a muscle when I bent her over onto the bed, cuffing her wrists to the bed posts and placing a collar around her neck. My heart was beating steady, the voices weren't speaking to me, she had calmed me down with her submission. She was willingly allowing me to control her, to have power over her.
I rubbed the palm of my hand over her scarred back. The last time I whipped her I had really hurt he
