Every day he was away she wore the harness to remind herself that she was his, at school at work, at home – the rope cords digging into her soft, aching flesh every time she sat or rose.
Hidden from everyone else, holding her, caressing her, arousing her – a perfect symbol of her submission.
Tying it just the way he’d shown her became a wonderful routine. As her fingers instinctively made the knots, she’d whisper the mantra he gave her:
I am yours
This body is yours
I will please you in every way
To you I submit
To you I belong
I promise to serve you today