Jul 12
Bound and kneeling in the quiet, I feel the heavy weight of the chains as a comforting reminder of my true purpose.
They are not merely constraint. They are the tangible reach of Master Trevor, keeping me anchored and entirely his.
Every link represents another part of my old life that has been successfully locked away, ensuring I remain exactly what I was crafted to be: an obedient, hollow instrument of his will.
I don't get freedom, for in this state of absolute, chain-restricted submission, I have found a profound sense of peace.
I am perfectly still, breath held, waiting only for the next command to vibrate through these chains, knowing that my entire existence is perfectly aligned with the desires of the one who owns me.
