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There is no growth without pain, lest it be a temporary growth. There is no freedom without the inner struggle to let go. There is no sensuality without breaking down the barriers that took years to put into place.
She stood, naked, blindfolded and bound in the near empty room. Soft lights illuminated the small space casting shadows over her nude body. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Here she was bound in helpless position, her arms stretched and tied over her head; her legs spread wide and ankles cuffed to the steel shackles on the floor. Though at the mercy of the man who would walk through the door, she felt a warm wave of peace wash over her. She was safe, and in her secured bonds, she knew she was where she longed to be - home.
Come home to me sub :-)
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