She is still chained but the chains feel rusty....
I wrote this two years ago....these feelings still remain.
I keep my slave chained; chained to a wall. Her eyes are covered with a blindfold, for I cannot allow her to see the temptation of surrender. Her mouth is filled with a gag, yet she somehow manages to scream out for dominance. I try to silence her as I lock her ever deeper inside. I keep my slave chained to wall; a wall within me. She is there in solitude and I try so hard to not melt into her, and lose me...again.
I struggle to stay in these rusting chains...