Bound To Remember
Before she can be forgiven, a submissive woman must remember what she’s done wrong.
I kneel on the bedroom floor, blindfolded and silent. I brought this upon myself, but I’m not sure how. My arms are bound in front of me with a silk scarf, the insides of my wrists are pinned together, which makes my hands useless for anything. My body is exposed, naked except for the heels he chose and the panties I wasn’t allowed to remove. The rug beneath my knees provides some comfort, but I’ve been here long enough t...