STORY DESCRIPTION Soaking wet at her front door. My hands clenching into fists by my sides. Standing there thinking. "Just turn around, walk away and don't ever come back!" But who am I kidding? I don't have the willpower. I've been in this exact same spot many times before, staring at the exact same door with its shiny brass door knocker.
Who am I trying to fool?
I'm a junkie. Only this addiction is more powerful than any narcotic. Because my addiction is Bondage.
My mind racing with images of b leather straps, shackles and other restraints....
It finally opens and there she is, my Mistress. She knows I can't turn away.
Will I ever break free? |