It's not a new fantasy of mine. If anything it's my most persistent one. I long to be captive to a woman. More specifically, now that she's in my life, my girlfriend and domme.
It's something I've wanted long before I had my first erection. Since I was eight I can't really sleep without at least pretending I'm bound.
Right now the craving is burning inside me. I want to be fully, laughably unable to escape my girlfriend's clutches. I want to hear my bonds creak when I try to move. To feel their strain pulling me down. To feel her lips calmly touch mine as I'm breathlessly awaiting my unavoidable fate.
The following torture wouldn't be just that. It would be an endless affirmation of my hopeless predicament. The helplessness. The shear desperation for a break from pain, a relief from lust, even a breath of air. None of that within my own grasp. All of it hers to bestow freely. At her discretion. Her very frugal discretion.
The best thing? There's always something that could worsen my situation.