Wanton Wednesday – Cuffed

I’m not sure what’s got me so blissed in this photo.  Maybe the feel of the steel encircling my wrists?  I like how sharp handcuffs are, how hard the steel is.  Their implacability; the way they cut into the delicate skin that lies so thin over my wrist bones; how cold and relentless they are.  Rope moves with you, conforms to you, becomes a part of you.  Handcuffs never do. They are unforgiving, unyielding, rigid and inflexible.  I am forced to give in to them. Maybe that’s what’s got me so blissed. I’ve finally given in.
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5 thoughts on “Wanton Wednesday – Cuffed

  1. Yes, you do look blissful. Me and cuffs = not so fun. I whined pretty bad about them last week. (Sure, hit me with the crop a million times – no problem, but 5 minutes in cuffs and I’m a sniveling mess.)

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