Alpine SubDreams

It’s in the early evening Saturday, the hockey game is on in the background and I have my heavy collar on which is connected by a chain to the table. There isn’t much slack available as the chain are simply metal ankle cuffs. PG e-mailed and checked in with a call to give me the tasks with all the details. I’m allowed to be on my laptop and I figured it would be a nice touch to write this as I’m locked in.

It’s proving to be a bit difficult as I don’t have much slack but having my movement and freedom limiting is powerful. I needed a sip of water but had to struggle to reach it. It was a challenge and next time I’ll remember to move the water closer.  I’m helpless and and can only move as much as the chain will until it’s time for me to be unlocked. All I can do is rest here, be on my laptop and think about him and the restrictions that I’m under.

I like being restricted like this. I’m forced to stay here for the full hour and if (which I haven’t) forgot and tried to get up, I would get a quick reminder of his control over me. I’m wondering what we are going to do tomorrow. I really want to try to play tomorrow in some form, if he allows it. I miss being treated like his slut, whore or whatever else he wants me to be. To be pushed, sweaty and fall over in exhaustion when the day is done. I know we will have to take it easy but hopefully if I’m good and present myself naked, collar on and in position when he enters, we will be able to explore what we can do during this recovery process. I believe I’m healed enough for some play.

Our D/s relationship comes very naturally but the most important and beautiful thing is that it’s not holding me back and actually makes me feel more free. If something is up, I can easily bring it up. It can be something as simple as I’ve had a tough day at work and I really would like to be bratty and feisty, he supports it and encourages me or it can be something more serious and he is there for me.

I would love to keep writing but my time is up and I have to get unlocked. It’s amazing how slow I write when I’m locked in and my movements are restricted.

“You are to use the bigger cuffs to lock your ankles up. Then a pair of hand cuffs to lock your hands together – in front of you. Then use one of the silver carabiner clips to loop the two chains together (the chains can be free to slip back and forth through the carabiner). You are to wear these chains for a minimum of ninety minutes. As always, time in, time out, thoughts and photos must be provided.”

That was part of the e-mail I received. I was instructed to open the e-mail when I had 2 hours of free time on Saturday or Sunday. I went out on Saturday to volunteer for MVK and didn’t have any free time until Sunday morning. After waking up and having some tea and fruit, I went to my computer to open up the e-mail from PG.

I was a bit surprised at first. I knew in the future that he would be incorporating handcuffs into my tasks. He had me try on the handcuffs to see if I could get out of them with keys on Wednesday but I wasn’t thinking that it would be so soon. The first part of the e-mail revealed where the keys were and an extra one was included just in case.

I put on the ankle handcuffs and locked them, put on the carabiner on the wrist cuffs, put those on and secured them. Trying to find a position that I could sustained was a bit difficult. After shifting around a bit, I found a comfortable position on my back with my legs up. I was able to substain that position without having the metal cut into me.

A lot of what I was thinking about is reserved for PG however I felt completely helpless and vulnerable.  The chains had his physical control over me. I felt secured and well loved.