Thursday, January 18, 2007


tips of my toes barely touching the cold concrete floor,
arms stretched above my head, my wrists encased in metal with chains pulling me upright,
a thick metal collar attached to these chains, lifting my head up,
body entwined in coarse rope, tight across my breasts,
cold hard clamps grasping my nipples,
a Jennings gag adorning my mouth, holding my tongue down,
naked but for a tightly laced corset, stockings and suspenders.

i stand before You in a cold small locked room....waiting...


beau said...

I'll be with you ...

soon ...

and then ...

B xx

trinity-pup said...

*nods slowly, as much as her bonds allow her*

i'll be interested to hear the outcome... ;-)

t. x