Rattle my chains

 The light from a candle flickers on the desk. I see a shadow of him in the corner.

My wrist are bound by chains hooked to the head board. Legs spread wide, a spread bar is secured in place.

He moves forward and my anticipation rises. My breaths become shallow, as my heart begins to race.

I flinch as he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. He yanks on the chains to make sure they are secure.

I'm becoming restless waiting for his next move. He puts a blindfold over my eyes. I’m left with only my hearing and sense of touch.

I hear him move around but can not make out what he is doing. I feel the soft touch of the flogger as it moves over my flesh and touches my sex.

The flogger is gone and I feel him blow on me. I wait for his mouth but it never comes. I imagine his tongue.

Then it happens the sting of the flogger on my skin. I grab the chains and writhe under the weight of them.

He comes close and whispers in my ear.

“YOU BETTER NOT RATTLE MY CHAINS”