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We’ll begin in a dark room. A dark room where I will both lose my freedom and gain my ability to be free. You told me to lay down. It’s dark already, why the blindfold? As you climb on top of me You whisper, what’s that? As I begin to explain, I feel the cold metal against my wrist. Like two shocks to cold, first as my left wrist enters the cuff followed by the second when the cold metal clasp snaps around. It’s at that point that I feel you take control. Raising my wrist behind me in the dark. I hear the racking of the other end of the cuff. A yank to test… Yea that’s not moving and I’m no longer talking. I cannot see, but I can see everything. I can feel the pressure of your hips holding me down. The slightest wind across my face and chest as you move to cuff my other arm. Once again I feel the cold metal, only this time all my freedom’s gone.

You lift my arm once again behind me, and as I await the clicking, I try to imagine what I’m strapped to. This time I won’t check. I assume it’s too late. Click click click click click. For the first time it’s completely silent. No sheets shuffling, no barely audible moans of movement. I feel you lean all the way in so that we’re cheek to cheek and right when you get to my ear, you let out a primal breath. Without moving an inch you stay there breathing in and out. Telling me exactly how bad I’m about to be done, without words, but with each breath. And right as you let one last deep breath into my ear you slide your left hand down to your thighs. The fear starts to kick in as I feel my right hand following yours. My right hand? I wasn’t cuffed to a bed post this time. This time my hand was yours.

Before I could wander you tell me, don’t touch. I’m helpless to feel the cold steel and parts of your thigh touching numerous parts of my hand. That instant, I begin to feel a grind. Snapping our chained hands away from our bodies and off the side of the bed you begin to rub harder, but still very slow. I feel myself getting harder in my pajamas as the wetness in yours begins to seep through. Shhhhh you cannot moan, you cover my mouth with you right hand… I’ll moan for you.

Feeling my moaning, my begging, my pleading through your hands you begin to match it out loud. Every slow stroke, taking me higher and higher. Closer and closer to the edge of exploding. I can feel you gushing at this point, the wetness of both of us making it as if the pajamas weren’t even there. I’m getting close, don’t make me do it, I hear you whisper between moans. Don’t cum. You cannot. As you rub harder and slower, harder and slower. Don’t cum. With my blindfold on I begin to see colors streaming across my vision getting closer and closer to losing it. In an uncontrolled rage you bang our cuffed hands against the back of the bed. At the last second desperately taking your hand and mine, intertwining palm and fingers. Shifting your weight you rip my blindfold off and stare deep into my eyes. Are u ready to lose your mind? As you clench my hand tight, grinding, 1, 2, 3. We lose it. it’s like a sensory explosion as we orgasm with seizure-like lights in our eyes. Collapsing on my chest, both dripping. Click click click click click…. You’re free now.

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