It's already almost 9:00 pm. We spent a good part of the day on the road. We get to the hotel room exhausted and hungry. My Goddess is in the mood for pizza, so we order in. By the time it arrives, and we eat, it's well past 10 o'clock, and we have to get up extra early in the morning to get a good start on the day.
It's a bit of a downer for my Goddess. She'd been looking forward to this for weeks. There's always something special about sex, or BDSM, in a different place. But she's just too tired, and her mind is already focused on the next day. I'm tired too, but I could play. I can always play. Or not. It's not my decision, and frankly, the role of the submissive in BDSM play is never as demanding as actively and intensely topping. If we do play, great, if not, then I know my Goddess will be ravenous for it the next evening.
I bring her my locking leather collar for our nightly ritual. She also wants the wrist cuffs and the ankle cuffs. In that order, she places each of them on me and locks them. Then she reaches for some clips, and clips my wrist cuffs together, and then my ankle cuffs. My Goddess tells me that the ankle cuffs will remain clipped over night. And then she sends me to get her a glass of water at the other end of the room. The sight and sound of my little noisy steps bring to her face the biggest smile. She loves seeing me in bondage struggling to do her bidding. At first she gets a predatory look in her eyes, and then she relaxes... things are as they should be.
I come back with her water, holding the glass in both cuffed hands, hobbling along as the clip strains against the D-rings of the ankle cuffs. Steps are limited to less than 6 inches, the length of the 4.5" clip, and whatever the room the D-rings allow. She slowly looks me up and down, enjoying that her pet is locked away, knowing that I cannot escape her, that she is in total control.
There's something intoxicating about feeling her dominance like that. In such a simple but powerful way. There's something to goes right to the core of domination and submission in being caught in a delicately vulnerable and inescapable predicament, in the control of the one I love and surrender to, to her great enjoyment and satisfaction. Over the years, I've had the privilege of some extraordinary experiences in D/s and BDSM... some of them very intense, and some would say a bit extreme. And yet, I would turn my back on all of it in exchange for the elegant simplicity of feeling trapped, captured, controlled at the hand of my beautiful, dominant, and loving Goddess, and feeling her empowerment of being able to do with me what she wants.
Before going to bed, she unclips my wrist cuffs... she wants us to sleep especially closely that night. Good to her word, she leaves the ankle cuffs clipped. And when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, the little noisy steps wake her gently, for just a few seconds, as she pops her head off the pillow just long enough to enjoy my predicament again. As I lay down in bed, she turns toward me, grabs the central D-ring of my collar, and falls asleep again in that position.
The morning brought more of the same, as the coffee maker was at the other end of the room, and I went back and forth a number of times to service her, but just as important, for her enjoyment.