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So I’m going forward with my everyday objects in kink theme. This week, it’s a house. Hee hee. See what you think…
By Pudelek (Marcin Szala) (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons
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He’d said he bought a new house. Said it had a great situation for us. Situation? Who said things like that? I trusted my partner. How could I not? He knew how to bring the greatest pleasure while on my knees and across his lap. He’d given me the greatest freedom and all from being in his bonds. Most of our friends didn’t know how he conducted our lives inside the house. If they did, our vanilla friends would’ve be appalled. Grown men didn’t get spanked or allowed other men to tie them up. I didn’t care. My partner, my Sir, knew what I needed and gave it to me.
But I wasn’t sure how this simple looking, row house was going to be a great situation.
Sir came up behind me and stroked the back of my neck. “Our new home.”
“I see.” I wasn’t trying to be insubordinate, but I still wasn’t sure what I was looking at.
“Do you see the top floor? There aren’t any windows in our home on that floor. No one will know what happens up there. Any time of day, any hour…we can do what we want. What you need.” He bit my earlobe. “One whole room for our play. Whenever we enter that room, you belong to me.”
I touched the chain around my neck. I already belonged to him. No vow or declaration needed. He knew how I felt. I loved him from the moment I’d met him. I shivered. “Can we play, Sir?”
“Do you like your present? A house for us?” He raked his nails down the back of my neck. “Ours?”
“I love it, Sir. I want to belong to you in there.”