The Feel of You

I long for your embrace

Sitting on a bus full of soulless people travelling home I long for your touch.

Rushing in, I kick off my clothes, anxious to feel you around me, holding me. Pausing for a moment, I lay back, naked, my fingers touching my most intimate parts, feeling the heat, the soft slickness of anticipation.

I click the cuffs around my wrists and feel the cold, hard metal of the manacles as they snap closed around my ankles. Now, I can pull on the chains and feel their metallic undulations bearing down against my lips, parting them, sliding over my swelling bud.

I clip the collar, the symbol of my submission, closed. I feel more chains against my skin. I am constrained, safe within their embrace. The metal presses into me like a lover’s touch as I move it slowly, sensuously over my glistening flower.

My hands are moving faster now, tugging at the metal rings, pulling them to me, willing them to penetrate me. Winding the links around me ever tighter I long to feel the complete surrender of movement. It is bliss to concentrate on nothing but the sensations of the restraint as it pulses through me.

My body begins to quiver. Tiny shudders at first, then building, shaking through my core. My mind clouds as I push the chain against me, into me, with my fingers in an increasing rhythm.

I need no lover, no toys, only that which holds me tight, hears the gasps of my delight. No one sees my mouth open or hears the sigh of release that passes between my lips that only restraint can bring.

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