Legally Binding, Ch. 10

Until I experienced it, I could never have imagined how difficult it is to climb a flight of stairs while crawling on all fours.

When You removed Your belt and once more looped it around my neck, it felt like coming home. I couldn’t help myself; I smiled happily up at You and breathed, “Thank You, Sir.” I was prepared for You to urge me to my feet again, to lead me wherever You wanted to go. But when You gently tugged me forward onto my hands and knees I astonished myself by groaning with arousal, unbelievable so soon after my overwhelming orgasm. Why do I love it so much when You treat me like Your possession and make me do things like that?

You made me wait while You tucked Your cock away and zipped and fastened Your pants. Then, holding the end of my ‘leash’ casually in one hand, You started across the living room, knowing that I would follow You.

Following You through the streets at the end of Your tether had been incredibly exciting, but somehow the humiliation of crawling after You on all fours again, as if I were nothing more than a dog being taken for a walk, shook me to my core, Sir. If You had told me to do so, I would have barked and wagged my tail for You, Sir.

Thank You for Your patience when we began climbing the stairs, Sir. You climbed up a few steps and then, when You felt me hesitate, You stopped and turned and waited for me to figure it out. It was incredibly awkward and even more humiliating than simply crawling after you on the floor. I loved it, Sir.

You led me into Your bedroom, Sir. You lit a single candle on your bedside table and then wrapped the end of my leash around one of the bedposts. Then You simply said, “Stay,” and left me there. I heard You walking down the stairs and after a moment I thought I heard a plastic bag being rustled. Then nothing.

I waited on all fours. I looked around the room a little bit, taking in its simple elegance. But I did not move, not one inch. I simply waited, quivering with anticipation.

A little while later I heard You climbing the stairs again. I was breathing so heavily that my mouth was hanging open. What more could You possibly do with me?

It didn’t take me more than a moment to figure out exactly what more You could do with me when You entered the room again and I saw the coils of rope dangling from Your hand: the same ones You had used to tie me to my desk.

And I’m sure You recall, Sir, how the very sight of You and what You were carrying, seen from my position on all fours and leashed to the bed, and the knowledge of what You were about to do with me, caused me to literally shake and start to hyperventilate as another orgasm rose up from between my legs and threatened to overwhelm me.

How quickly you reacted, Sir!