This situation, I think to myself, is paradise compared previous sleeping arrangements I’ve endured. It’s true-here I lay, atop my Master’s bare chest, hands cuffed, body used, bruised and sore, a plug in my anus and nude except for the padlocked chastity belt that covers my pussy and keeps a butt plug in place-and I could not be happier or more free. “The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears,” a Native American proverb says. Happiness, I have heard, means nothing without sadness. “Could I be happier?” I asked myself with a glassy-eyed smile. His heart beat steadily mine was going a nonstop. The cold steel of the handcuffs, the tools that held my hands securely behind my back, were pressing sharply into my skin. I could feel a tear slowly running down the side of my cheek. Reading Time: 13 minutes Extreme BDSM Story – No Limits
