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One aspect of our new life together that just seems so natural, so right, is that you bind me to the bed every night. My wrists are cuffed together and to the D-ring you mounted on the headboard for this purpose. My ankles are cuffed, and you bind the cuffs to a strip of satin fabric that you feed through another D-ring mounted on the bottom post. I can turn over, adjust my pillows (barely) and get comfortable. I stay firmly ensconced on my side of the bed, however, and any contact we have in the night is up to you. Sometimes I wake up and you are wrapped around me. Other times you are spread out on the 2/3 of the bed that is open in this arrangement.
Usually, some time before you need to get up, you free one or both of my hands. This means that I am allowed to use them to explore your body (not pull you to me!). I love that time. My legs still bound to the bed, my cuffs still on, but my hands free to caress you through the satin of your slip, if you're wearing one, or on your bare skin, if you're not. It gives me so much pleasure when you give yourself to me like this; one of my favorite parts of the day.
I was thinking about how we started doing this, binding me to the bed, that is. It was that Sunday night when you came back from the family trip, the 20th of May. We had agreed to try this arrangement, and had spent most of the evening in bed, if I recall. Of course you got out the cuffs as part of us playing around, and of course I ended up locked up tight for part of our lovemaking. Our sex life has almost always been fun, though, we have built a great foundation for what we have now.
I think we ended up with me cuffed to either side of the headboard. I know you had to use one cuff on the post and one on my wrist to secure me. When we were done and going to sleep (probably 1 or 1:30 in the morning IIRC) I asked you to leave me secured to the bed. It just felt... right.
You did, moving the cuff from one side over to the side of your bed I sleep on, and securing both my wrists. It didn't look comfortable; you commented about that repeatedly, but it felt magical. The plush fabric of the cuffs felt like they were massaging my wrists, and I felt tingling all up and down my body. I couldn't move, the bonds were so tight, with both my wrists together and about a foot up the post, where they would fit.
It was as if you had plugged me into the wall, as if I were an electrical device, and my batteries were charging. I was supercharged with emotion and energy, and the flickering lights of the candles around the room made it seem as if there were fairy dust floating in the air.
But then you uncuffed one of my hands. I was disappointed, but I did not protest (much), already slipping into a role of trust and subservience. You fell asleep (or back asleep) then, and I lay awake, gasping with now reduced pleasure. I think it was the possibilities of our new roles folding out in my imagination, or maybe the massive weight of responsibility you had just lifted from my shoulders, but I just couldn't sleep, and didn't want to.
It was about 3 in the morning, I think, when I woke you up and asked you to recuff my other hand. I won't forget what you said to me, or what I responded, which I think is what convinced you to grant me my request.
"I'm afraid you won't be comfortable. Your hands will be above you, they might fall asleep," you said, the concern obvious on your sleepy face.
"One does not achieve greatness without discomfort," I replied, which is a quote from the book we had both just read. I can't tell you how much that resonated with me, possibly being the foundation of my new relationship with gratification. Regardless, it seemed to convince you, for you re-secured my other wrist and went back to sleep.
In the rest of the night, I might have slept for two hours. Maybe. But I awoke refreshed, and did not crash the next day or the day after. What sleep I did get must have been enough, but I think my wakefulness helped me, too. For beyond this point, it truly was electric.
I swear to you, when I looked up at my wrists, firmly bound to the bed, I saw dancing blue lights not unlike static electricity, but constantly crawling over my wrists and hands. I still get the feeling that accompanied them, every night when you lock me in. That's why I sigh. I PHYSICALLY feel the charge run through my body when you wrap them around my wrists and ankles, and then again when I pull on them and feel the unyielding resistance of the hardware you mounted in your bed.
That night, the feeling was new, and even made me shake at one point. It was like getting hit with a charge of electricity, but without the pain. It was as acute as when we are making love, and you reach up and gently tweak my nipples. It was THAT pronounced, but it lasted for hours. Maybe it was the power of your love and leadership, burning out the dark places in my psyche, but whatever it was, it was definitely a physical reaction to match the amazing emotional power of that night. Thank you for that gift, and thank you for giving it to me each night. I am so in love with you, and so grateful for this new, transcendent step we've taken in sharing our love.
