Chains and Other Drugs

Now it's Saturday night at about 8:30. Having some trouble writing what i want to write about chains but it is emotional. i close my eyes and imagine the sounds. i imagine the sound of the clanking, i imagine the lock being threaded through the loose end and being locked.... maybe locked to my collar with a padlock. i can feel the coldness of the metal and it won'[t be long now before the cold becomes warm and because metal holds heat, and metal is strong, i can wrap it around me, or around my wrists to hug to me. It's like being held on to. i can feel the chain tucked between my legs. i wonder if i am allowed to do that, to pull it up between my lips and pull it back and forth. i wonder if someday i won't be allowed to touch any part of me sexually unless given permission. i read of that in blogs sometimes. Or i wonder if while being chained i would have no privacy.... i read of that also. i wonder how the use of the chain imprints dominance into me. i wonder how it imprints dominance into him.

It's impossible to know.