I’m not sure what’s got me so blissed in this photo. Maybe the feel of the steel encircling my wrists? I like how sharp handcuffs are, how hard the steel is. Their implacability; the way they cut into the delicate skin that lies so thin over my wrist bones; how cold and relentless they are. 
Rope moves with you, conforms to you, becomes a part of you. Handcuffs never do. They are unforgiving, unyielding, rigid and inflexible. I am forced to give in to them. Maybe that’s what’s got me so blissed. I’ve finally given in.
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Love the expression!
You really do look blissful!! And beautiful!!
Tigress. Kisses
hehe you really are so much more of a pain slut than me, and i’m sure a better submissive 😉 I’d have been whining about the pain long ago!
Yes, you do look blissful. Me and cuffs = not so fun. I whined pretty bad about them last week. (Sure, hit me with the crop a million times – no problem, but 5 minutes in cuffs and I’m a sniveling mess.)
Surrender is so very freeing.