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    Struggling

    I don’t struggle as you tie me. No matter how tight the bonds, how much they crease and pull at my skin.  No matter what awkward, uncomfortable position I have been contorted into.  No matter how much I want to pull away, to swing away from your belt or the crop.  I don’t struggle.  The ropes are an extension of the control I have extended to you since that moment I pressed two in the lift and glided up to submit to you in-spite of never having met you for longer than 4.5 minutes before in my life You do not tie me down, you do not restrain me to the corners…