i used to fear the cuff.
Wrapped snugly around my wrists, ankles, it held me there, shackled to His bed, like a maiden lashed to the mast of a ship on a stormy night.
Unable to move my arms to embrace Him, unable to bring my legs up to wrap around His waist, i could do nothing i had learned in vanilla life to control the situation.
It was as if He knew.
Knew that i had controlled things for far too long, tweaking conversation here, adjusting reactions there. i was a master tinker, creating the relationship of my dreams.
Until it wasn’t.
i was adrift, bobbing along on a sea of self-sufficiency, tempest-tossed, and my controlling ways were unable to steer me to shore.
He set the course, set it sure. With cuffs, rope, and spreaders, He restrained and freed me, gathered me to Himself, and made me a fearless Voyager.
And the waters became as crystal, and i found my way amidst the waves to a New Land.
Rule 36: In bondage i am made free.
