#why are they starting after the best parts

I get off on the knowledge that my freedom is slipping away from me.

The feeling of firm hands holding my arms when wrist cuffs are fitted. The lock clicking into place on my collar. The gag pushed into mouth as you hold my chin in place. The moments of struggle when I test my bindings.

And then the surrender and acceptance that I’m powerless for you.

Please don’t rush through the steps… Spoil me with the intimate joy found in the process of giving you everything.

Please?