The new cuffs make opening myself up that much easier, but it’s not magic. Rather, the steady, even, irresistible pressure on my wrists has a way of snapping me into a deep subspace; a place where my body and mind gape open with need.
I feel like I’m living out of hotel rooms at the moment. Happily, today is for pleasure not business. I’ve a wedding this afternoon (not mine.) I’ll change out of the jock into something more conservative.
