Hécuba

I won’t lie—I've had some bad days where I’ve longed for him to tie me up, but overall, I think I’ve handled it fairly well. However, what I haven’t stopped doing is thinking about how to end this ridiculous imposed detox as soon as possible. My owner is incredibly patient, and I know he can stretch this game far beyond what I can imagine. But I refuse to resign myself. I accept his decision, of course—he owns my body—but not my mind or my thoughts. So after discarding many clever but ineffective ideas, I made the decision that evening to try to make him change his mind.

First, a bit of background for the reader: one of my owner’s favorite punishments is tying me to a chair next to him while he plays on his computer, which bores me to death. So the plan was as follows: he’d arrive home from work in the evening, and I—dressed in casual home clothes—booted up his computer, launched his game, prepare a cold beer, a glass and placed it on his desk along with some snacks. My idea was to voluntarily submit myself to his favorite punishment. Bondage was forbidden, but I decided to play the symbolism card. I tied only one ankle to the leg of the chair and gagged myself with a simple cleave gag. I could easily free myself from both since my hands were left untied, but the symbolism was obvious: I would remain seated and silent until he decided otherwise. I also chose not to dress provocatively, to make it clear I wasn’t trying to seduce him with my feminine charms.

I stayed like that for a while—partially tied and gagged—until I heard the door open. He greeted me from the entrance and I didn’t respond. Curious, he noticed the light in his study was on and came in. The surprised smile on his face was very sweet, and I returned it with a wink. With my hands completely free and without uttering a word, I gestured toward the computer and everything I had prepared for him. He gave me a warm kiss on the cheek, thanked me, and went to change. He’s truly a sweetheart... when he’s not going out of his way to drive me crazy. But who am I kidding? I like that he drives me crazy...

During the whole time he spent playing on his computer, I actively avoided looking at the clock so time wouldn’t pass even more slowly. Watching him kill monsters on screen is mind-numbingly boring... I endured it, and every time he paused and looked back at me, I smiled in return.

What I didn’t expect was that when he finished the game, he simply left the room, turned off the light, and left me alone in the dark. I could untie myself whenever I wanted—that was completely within my power—but I knew I shouldn’t. So I swallowed my anger, my pride, and a few insults, and waited in the dark for him to want to see me again. During that whole time, as rage coursed through my veins, I focused on the thought that I was better off in the dark than watching him play that damn game...

"Oh, you're still here?" he asked after a long while from the doorway.

His voice was mocking, and he didn’t even try to hide the mischievous grin he always gets when he’s trying to mess with me. I squinted and clenched my teeth as if his question had offended me, then shrugged coquettishly, dropping the act.

"Untie yourself and make dinner, please."

He didn’t even have the decency to untie me himself. Unbelievable.

That’s where my plan ended. I hadn’t thought beyond that point. I figured it would be enough to melt him a little and maybe lead him to bring up the whole detox topic—but clearly, it wasn’t. So now what? I had no choice but to keep playing the same card: showing him how much I love being his submissive.

Once free, I went to the living room, where he was already sitting on the couch, flipping through channels. I took a cushion, placed it at his feet, knelt on it, rested my chin on his knee, and reached my hands up to the waistband of his pants, hooking my fingers under the elastic.

“Would you prefer my mouth now as an appetizer, or perhaps later as dessert?"

I smiled sweetly, awaiting his answer—and he didn’t disappoint. I saw delight and gratitude in his eyes before he cupped my chin and gave me a warm, gentle kiss.

“Appetizer, please.”

I pulled his pants down and pleased him with more tenderness than lust.

Afterward, I prepared some finger food for dinner—quick but filling—and we ate together on the couch while watching a show of his choice, as always.

By then, I was completely relaxed and simply enjoying the evening. After dinner, I lay down on the couch and rested my head on his lap, savoring the warm and intimate feeling of his fingers combing gently through my hair.

The show was good—not my kind, but I liked the soundtrack and loved the dynamic between the main characters. I had already accepted defeat and concluded that my actions weren’t going to prompt any reaction from him... when one finally came.

“So, what would you prefer—continue the bondage detox or switch to chastity?”

I turned on his lap to look him in the eyes. I was about to blurt out an instinctive answer but stopped myself in time, placing a finger on my lips. My owner loves dichotomies—he loves offering me a choice between two evils so I’ll pick the lesser one. What he didn’t know is that I’ve played this game so many times that I’ve cracked the code. I knew exactly what to say. The trick is to analyze the pros and cons of each option thinking more about him than about me, and with that, let him decide for me.

“If I chose chastity, I’d be punishing you too, since I’d only have my hands and mouth to please you. But the detox affects me more than it affects you—I'm the one who enjoys being tied much more than you enjoy tying me. My body is always at your disposal, with or without ropes…”

I turned my head again and rubbed my cheek against his thigh, returning my gaze to the TV.

“You know better than I do what’s truly best for me.”

The seed was planted and watered—now all that was left was to watch it grow. Where would it take me? That was no longer in my hands. The only things under my control were my thoughts, my words, and my actions—and I couldn't have used them any better that evening.