#night nurse is serious shit

It’s a metaphor, you see. 

A physical manifestation of my mental power over you. To show you that, with me, you’re going to have to learn how to do things differently. With me, your behaviour is going to change, from something as fundamental as your posture, something as fundamental as the use of your arms, your ability to function as an autonomous human being.

We came into this as equals, both of us on equal footing. It was you who relinquished the control, or maybe I took it from you. It doesn’t really matter, because here we are with me tying the knots and you being tied. It doesn’t matter that wewere equal, only that we aren’t any more. And you need to know that more than most. You need to understand. 

So I’m taking away your arms, just for the moment. I’m pinning them behind your back, tight at the elbows, so that you thrust out that chest, nipples pointing lewdly at whatever is in front of you. I want you as aware of your sexuality as you are of your submission, and, right now, both are going to be forced to the forefront of your mind. 

Do you see what I meant about this being a metaphor? Always thinking, that’s me. 

So thrust that chest out a little harder, pretty submissive. Arch that back, and clasp your hands against one another. I’m good with rope, and I’m better with knots. If you struggle it’ll just get tighter, and I already tied it pretty tight. So embrace the restriction, knowing that it’s an expression of your submission, and my Dominance. It’s you, surrendering control, now that you’ve surrendered control. It’s you walking the walk now that you’ve talked the talk.

And we both know how much I love watching you walk.