Gimpnothing

Sometimes as a submissive you just need a moment to compose yourself. A moment to focus, close your eyes, get your breath back, feel what you are, what you want, find strength to give more of yourself, understand who He is to you, why you need to do this…a moment to feel, to let go even further.

Thats what i see in this pic. the slave has already been beaten, the heavy steel bands are chafing, it is sweating, filthy after a long session of crawling round the dungeon, out of breath, exhausted but it will not, can not, let Master down…it just needs this momentary pause. 

Maybe there are a few tears it doesn’t want Master to see but it knows it cannot hide forever. 

Yet the skilful Master gives it this pause, observes, understands, feels the devotion and His control growing, the bond between Master and slave deepening.

He walks over, and lays a beefy hand on His slaves shoulder, grips firmly, reassures, re-establishes the connection, silently brings the slave back. So many ways to use power. 

Master always started His slaves off with a bare unforgiving cell to live in, just a pile of straw in the corner to sleep and shit in. .

Luxuries can then be added to reward excellent performance. it had taken the latest slave 3 weeks to work hard enough to have the boards removed from the window, the moment it was allowed light again was so powerful it made it break down in fits of sobbing.

The cold, hard bed frame was added 6 weeks after that in exchange for signing over everything it possessed to it’s Owner.

The container to piss and shit in as a reward for becoming its Master full time toilet a week after that.