She sits at the keyboard, her hands move over the keys, words forming as they go. She stares at the screen in front of her and reads what appears as her fingers hum along. As her hands move you can hear the slight clinking of metal, it comes from her wrist cuffs. She has upon her wrists a pair of cuffs, they are wide, black leather with silver studs and hooks and buckles. As she types the clinking makes her heart beat a little faster, she feels a tingle as she goes along.
It starts in her fingers, it is as if the emotion and passion she types flows back to her running through her fingertips. She feels the waves of warm heat run through her, her hands, her arms...her breath catches in her chest as it reaches her there. She feels the red fur lining against her wrist, the smell of the leather excites her, soothes her also.
Inside of her she has found feelings that she never knew existed, deep inside of her they have laid waiting, for how long she does not know, maybe all of her life, she knows she feels things she has never known before. A sense of wholeness she thought her heart would never find or even look for again. She has found inside of her a yearning to belong, one to let someone else take control, to be dominated.
She sits now writing in her journal for Him, she takes this assignment very seriously. He has requested she write what she feels in her heart always, but always listen to her head too. She must be strong and find her way to where she follows her heart to.
He has told her to wear the cuffs all day, He also told her to sleep in them last night. She did as He asked and slept in them...her hands wrapped tight by the black leather cuffs, the fur lining next to her skin soft and sensual as it rubs her skin as her hands move lightly over the keyboard, on and on she writes.
