Your world is dark. You lay on the bed as you were instructed, hands relaxed and at your sides, palms down, flat against the sheets. The soles of your feet also rest flat against the mattress, your knees bent and slightly spread, open and inviting. You are naked, and the last image you saw was your own body, in the mirror, kneeling before me as I wound the silk band around your eyes. In that moment, I took your sight and made you that much more dependent on me, relieved you of control and heightened your awareness of the world around you through your remaining senses.
But you were already mine. You were mine when you stood before me and I commanded you to strip to shed your free will with each garment that hit the floor. I sat in a leather chair, like it was a throne, watching you and directing your every move.
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