January 21st 2010
Cold, hard, and ooooh the sound, I think it’s the sound of them, more than anything else, that makes my blood boil and they are soooo strong, doesn’t matter how much I pull, or tug, or fight, I am chained, it’s hopeless! Now if they are attached to cuffs then it’s just the noise and strength but if they are wrapped round me, if they are wrapped round my wrists, then they also leave quite delicious marks and I love marks.
I have a long length of chain that I keep in my bedside draw (the previously mentioned draw of pleasure). As well as some useful eyelets that are attached to the base of my bed and on each end of the chains is a hook. Unlike the clamps I don’t ignore the chains, quite the opposite in fact, I adore them. I look at them longingly, I reach into the draw and get them out and let them run through my fingers. As I wrap them round me, the coldness makes me shiver and the weight of them makes me gasp. I reach between my thighs, I am wet, but of course I am, chains do that to me. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself, my creamy white flesh covered in cold hard chains. Gathering up one end of the chains I rub it over my clit and down between the folds of my pussy, letting it bunch in my hand before slowly feeding it inside me, and as the links pinch and pull at the tender flesh of my pussy, I shudder and call his name as I cum.
I lay down in the bed, the chains still filling me and fall asleep, when I wake, I am instantly ready and as I slowly pull them from inside me I cum again. Where I have slept against them they have left an imprint on my skin, their marks, but all too soon they fade……unlike me desire for the chains!