It was wonderful. But I was helpless. Xxnx You let me writhe and whimper for quite a while, Sir, my eyes wide and staring into Yours while You regarded me calmly. Then nothing. A little while later I heard You climbing the stairs again. You lit a single candle on your bedside table and then wrapped the end of my leash around one of the bedposts. I heard You walking down the stairs and after a moment I thought I heard a plastic bag being rustled. Why do I love it so much when You treat me like Your possession and make me do things like that? I heard You walking down the stairs and after a moment I thought I heard a plastic bag being rustled. And then, when You decided that I had sufficiently settled and regained control of myself, You began again, Sir.
