Excerpt
“I have something for you that will keep you safe.” And mine. “Put out your hands and close your eyes.” She sniffs one last time and wipes her eyes with both hands before doing as I’ve instructed.
She obediently keeps her eyes closed and arms out, even as I shift and jostle her a little pulling a velvet bag out of my pants pocket. I place the drawstring bag in the center of her hands. “You may open your eyes now.”
She only stares at the bag, waiting for permission to do anything else. I smile at how much she’s changed from three weeks ago, or even three years ago.
She was always submissive, always eager to please. Her body always gave in, even as she would withdraw or hide. Even when she allowed herself pleasure from the punishments, her need to please was always there. Her mother taught me how to take full advantage of it. But these weeks together have brought out her deepest desires to submit to me. By not allowing her an escape, both literally and figuratively, I’ve forced her to face those desires. I’ve forced her to embrace them.
“Open it.”
She pulls the tie loose and reaches in with her fingers, pulling out the glittering cuff. She looks from me to the bracelet with a small frown. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s yours.” I take it from her and move the cuff slowly so the light can catch the diamonds on the front of the white gold band. “I had it specially made just for you.” She puts her wrist out for me, but I wait to put it on.
“I know I said that a large wedding ring was garish and didn’t fit your sweet beauty.” She nods and looks at the simple band on her outstretched hand, a smaller match to the one on mine. “But I did want you to have something befitting a woman of your status, of my status.” She frowns more as I continue, her wrist still out for me as though she’d forgotten it was lifted. “I wanted something that you could wear for every occasion.”
She slowly responds, “It’s perfect.”
“Yes. It is, just like you, my love.” I kiss her cheek gently. “And also just like you, this bracelet will stay put.” Her frown is deeper now, as I think she starts to understand my hidden meaning. I take the bag from her and reach in for the tiny key at the bottom, opening the hidden clasp at the back of the bracelet.
I slip the cuff on her but don’t close it, just turn her wrist over again to admire how it looks. The band is a perfect fit, not too wide, not too small. The circular cluster of diamonds is both simple and elegant.
“Inside this bracelet is a GPS tracking system, Gilli. I have an application on my phone and computers that will tell me where you are at all times. I can even listen to where you are and what you’re doing. I can find you anywhere with this.” I tap the bracelet and her wrist bounces.
I hand the key to her, and the confusion on her face is priceless. “This key will lock that bracelet in place with no chance of it coming loose, no chance of it being taken off.” I wait for this to sink in; her confusion turns to a wary fear as her fingers pinch the tiny key. “I want you to lock yourself in and hand me the key.” I smile, a little self-conscious at how melodramatic I sound.
“It’s a symbolic gesture only, but I think it’s important for you to understand that I don’t expect just your placid submission. I expect your complete cooperation in giving yourself to me, in all matters. This little token of my love will ensure that even if you are unable to maintain control over yourself, there will be no running, no escaping, no hiding from me ever again.”
She obediently keeps her eyes closed and arms out, even as I shift and jostle her a little pulling a velvet bag out of my pants pocket. I place the drawstring bag in the center of her hands. “You may open your eyes now.”
She only stares at the bag, waiting for permission to do anything else. I smile at how much she’s changed from three weeks ago, or even three years ago.
She was always submissive, always eager to please. Her body always gave in, even as she would withdraw or hide. Even when she allowed herself pleasure from the punishments, her need to please was always there. Her mother taught me how to take full advantage of it. But these weeks together have brought out her deepest desires to submit to me. By not allowing her an escape, both literally and figuratively, I’ve forced her to face those desires. I’ve forced her to embrace them.
“Open it.”
She pulls the tie loose and reaches in with her fingers, pulling out the glittering cuff. She looks from me to the bracelet with a small frown. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s yours.” I take it from her and move the cuff slowly so the light can catch the diamonds on the front of the white gold band. “I had it specially made just for you.” She puts her wrist out for me, but I wait to put it on.
“I know I said that a large wedding ring was garish and didn’t fit your sweet beauty.” She nods and looks at the simple band on her outstretched hand, a smaller match to the one on mine. “But I did want you to have something befitting a woman of your status, of my status.” She frowns more as I continue, her wrist still out for me as though she’d forgotten it was lifted. “I wanted something that you could wear for every occasion.”
She slowly responds, “It’s perfect.”
“Yes. It is, just like you, my love.” I kiss her cheek gently. “And also just like you, this bracelet will stay put.” Her frown is deeper now, as I think she starts to understand my hidden meaning. I take the bag from her and reach in for the tiny key at the bottom, opening the hidden clasp at the back of the bracelet.
I slip the cuff on her but don’t close it, just turn her wrist over again to admire how it looks. The band is a perfect fit, not too wide, not too small. The circular cluster of diamonds is both simple and elegant.
“Inside this bracelet is a GPS tracking system, Gilli. I have an application on my phone and computers that will tell me where you are at all times. I can even listen to where you are and what you’re doing. I can find you anywhere with this.” I tap the bracelet and her wrist bounces.
I hand the key to her, and the confusion on her face is priceless. “This key will lock that bracelet in place with no chance of it coming loose, no chance of it being taken off.” I wait for this to sink in; her confusion turns to a wary fear as her fingers pinch the tiny key. “I want you to lock yourself in and hand me the key.” I smile, a little self-conscious at how melodramatic I sound.
“It’s a symbolic gesture only, but I think it’s important for you to understand that I don’t expect just your placid submission. I expect your complete cooperation in giving yourself to me, in all matters. This little token of my love will ensure that even if you are unable to maintain control over yourself, there will be no running, no escaping, no hiding from me ever again.”
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