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Addicted To Bondage
(Amber Cove)

Her hand on my smooth bare shoulder transported me back to the last time I had felt her hand. It was that last time when I realized what we had become for each other. She must have slipped me some kind of magic drug or potion because the power she had over me was like a narcotic, and I just needed more. More of what she had, more of her. I was a junkie for her whole needed a fix and she was my fix. I would take anything, any attention regardless of how cruel she was. Anything she was willing to give me. I was a young woman possessed and had just broken down. Showing up at her doorstep looking desperately for a fix like a drug fiend. She was the only dealer in town who knew exactly what I require, needed and desired.



All she said was one simple word, "Stay." That one word and I was stuck there. That one word made me calm again. That one word and I was hers once more, at least for that night.



You and I know why you're here darling," she whispered into my ear, she stood there hovering over behind me with her hand on my shoulder paralyzing me on the spot. "It's OK." she said soothing me, her voice like that of a siren's calling ships to shore, crashing them on the rocks. However there seemed to be a change of mood within the room this time. This change was tangible, as tangible as the table in front of me. I knew the rules as well as if she had taught them to me yesterday. I will always know the rules, because she would never let me forget them. Then she left the room and I stayed there, just standing and staring at the flowered colored wallpaper of her kitchen and waiting for her return.



I lost track of how long I was standing there before she came back and took her position behind me once again. This time with some leather and metal to wrap around my throat. She attached them and with a click they stayed fastened. It was a feeling I remembered well and it still felt so right. Then another clip and a tug at the collar. "Come." she said sternly. I didn't have any other choice. I followed her down the stairs to her cellar and stopped, where she told me to stop. When she told me next to strip, I stripped down to nothing without hesitation. I now stood there with only a collar around my neck, the leash attached hung between my full breasts as my nipples started to harden in excitement. I glazed around the basement and on the floor by my feet I saw her hand reaching over and flicking one of the hoops.