Imagine coming home late on a Monday evening. Tomorrow is ju..

Imagine coming home late on a Monday evening. Tomorrow is just another regular home office workday. Then, your Master takes away your sight by wrapping a bandage around your head. You can’t see anything at all. You can’t even open your eyes. He explains that you experience too much personal satisfaction when you see his orgasms, and that this isn’t appropriate for this month, which is all about chastity. Then, he cuffs your hands behind your back. You are completely helpless, totally at his mercy. You have no idea what’s coming next. You can’t see what he’s doing, and you’re scared. Scared because you can’t see the emotions on his face. Scared because you don’t know what he has in store. Scared because you don't know what’s going to happen, but you know that it could be pretty intense, and that he has no issue with pushing you to your limits, and perhaps even a little—or a lot—beyond them.

You’re kneeling on the hard floor, fighting with yourself. Fighting the fear, knowing full well that the situation will only get worse if you give in to it. And he teases you, what feels like forever. You’re no longer able to think straight. Your entire world, your entire being, is focused on him. And you stop existing. You completely lose yourself in him and the whirlpool of emotions.

Eventually, he leads you to the bedroom and throws you onto the bed. He positions your head so it’s hanging off the edge, your neck stretched out. Then, with one hand, he presses down on your upper body to hold you in place. The other hand forces your mouth open as he thrusts his cock deep into your mouth and down your throat. You gag, and the panic hits again. You squirm, the sensation of ch0king overpowering, but he doesn’t let go. The seconds feel like an eternity. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know it’s only this bad because you gave in to the panic instead of relaxing. Then he pulls out, letting you breathe again, and you cry with relief. He praises and caresses you. He asks if he should take off your handcuffs or your blindfold. Every part of you is screaming for him to remove the blindfold, but you know that’s the wrong answer. You know you shouldn’t listen to that part of yourself because you belong to your Master, and it’s not about what you want. You know he wants you to touch and caress him, to continue surrendering to him. So you swallow your fear and tell him to take off the handcuffs. He unlocks them and lies down next to you in bed. You stroke him, and slowly, your tension eases as you lie in his arms. On the edge of your consciousness, you feel your thighs becoming wet and sticky, but it’s irrelevant. You’re entirely focused on what he’s whispering in your ear while he pleasures himself.

When he’s finished, he tells you to sleep, and you immediately fall asleep, amazed at how your body responds to his words like a remote control puppet.

The next morning, you wake as he grabs your hand. You still can’t see. But you feel another bandage as he binds your hands and arms together. Then he leaves you alone. You drift in and out, but you don’t really relax. You have no idea what time it is, and you can’t stop thinking about all the things you still need to do. When you wake up again, the bandage around your hands has loosened. But you don’t dare to take off the blindfold as well, because he made it very clear yesterday that you mustn’t. So you feel your way blindly through the apartment to go to the bathroom. Once you’re done, you continue feeling your way around. Suddenly, a hand grabs you by the neck and pushes you to the floor. Your Master has an online conference and uses you as a footstool. Your internal tension keeps building, as all you can think about is everything you still need to do. But you can’t say anything because you don’t know if his microphone is on and who might overhear. So you fight with yourself again. You know it’s wrong to be thinking about anything else, but you can’t help it. After a while, your Master pulls you up to your knees. He knows you’re tense. You tell him everything that’s on your mind, everything you have to do. He explains that he appreciates how much responsibility you take and how well you handle your tasks. But that you mustn’t forget that you only do these things because he enjoys allowing you to. And that one day, he will take all of your responsibilities away, and there will be no reason not to leave you blindfolded and handcuffed for days at a time. And that, right now, your only job is to be with him and cuddle, and it’s not your place to worry about what you still need to get done.

And in that moment, your tension slowly begins to fade, and once again, you realize that everything is so much easier when you dare to let go. And then you float through the next hours in absolute bliss, knowing that nothing you do is a given. Not being able to use your hands, or move freely, or even see the world around you. And that makes every little thing in your life beautiful and precious. And you are filled with deep gratitude because your Master grants you these experiences.