Shadow

Author's Note: This has always been a fantasy of mine. Part 1 A couple of weeks ago Sir had started letting me sleep in his bed with him. He would lock my leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and lock my wrists together and to a tether attached somewhere around the headboard. Sir would leave enough slack so I could sleep comfortably. But as I discovered the first night, he could and would, draw up the slack so my arms were above my head. He would then clip my ankles to tethers, keeping my legs spread wide apart. Using clips instead of locks on my ankles was one way to torment me. No need for locks when I can’t reach my ankles, and I’m still incapable of closing my legs. ...

Author's Note: This is the first part of the story. If there’s interest in future installments, I’ll keep posting. I welcome feedback and ideas of what may be done to Shadow Part 1 Sir was taking the whole slave idea to the literal definition. I was in sky-high, platform stripper heels, faux leather micro mini skirt, tightly cinched corset and to top it off, black, lacy crotchless panties. Along with leather cuffs and collar, all locked on, with a chain hobbling my ankles and chains connecting my wrists to my collar, just long enough my hands could almost reach my bellybutton. That way I couldn’t touch myself. And while wearing all of this, he had me cleaning his house. That is, when I wasn’t tied up, servicing him and/or his friends, or put in some position to be frustrated or in the cage. ...