Who Binds You
"Who binds you?" he asked last night. The question was put while the rope was knotted about my wrists, pulling tight enough that there were slight indents and pinkish marks in the skin this morning. I answered truthfully. "You do, Master". Thinking first only of my hands.
He then simply said to sleep. I was quite tired and had been so all day and the thought of sleep made me smile.
It didn't come as easy as I thought. As I began to lower to the mat, I was suddenly aware of the absence of the collar and chain. At that moment .. and only for a moment .. there was a small pang in my chest. I almost asked, "You will not chain me tonight?" That I would even think to ask shocked me.
"Who binds you?"
It is more than rope or chain.
"Who is bound?"
"Joy ... the slave joy is bound."
"Who binds you?"
"You, Master. You bind the slave joy."