Here is another excerpt from my email to Daddy, commenting on the last day we had spent together:
And then Daddy took me to the middle of the room and had me close my eyes. My pants come down and I start feeling very shy and vulnerable. The blindfold. Daddy asked me to tell him where his ‘spot’ was but… the words didn’t come out. And the longer they didn’t come out… the longer they wouldn’t come out. And then, I was wishing I had just blurted it out to start with! You said I was blushing. You had me sit on the chair. I hear the tape being scrolled out and my hand being placed on the armrest. Feeling the tape around my wrist. The other wrist. I could get out. I felt sneaky doing that. Not so sneaky when you got the handcuffs out though. Again you speaking closely in my ear…. your voice loud and strong… telling me and asking me things… Feeling owned by you and knowing I would do what you wanted me to do. I loved touching you while I had the handcuffs on.
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