“I’ll always be here, waiting. I’ll always be yours.”

“I just want to be useful,” you had said. “I want to be available to you for whatever you want. Because I am yours.”

Well, what an interesting proposition. I’m sure you were thinking about all the ways I could use you. I’m sure you continued thinking about that as I looped the rope around your wrists and placed the blindfold over your eyes. I even gave your cock a couple firm strokes for good measure.

So when I led you to the closet and hooked your wrists over the clothing rod, I could feel your confusion. But I know that you meant what you said, that you were available for whatever I wanted, so I waited as you swallowed your uncertainty and settled into a comfortable position.

“I intend to put you to good use, boy, but not right now. When I come back, I expect you to be ready for me.”

Later, when I go to collect you from the closet, you greet me with a dreamy smile.

“You look happy,” I murmur softly as I lift your arms off the rod and massage feeling back into them.

“I am, Ma’am,” you say. “I enjoyed being put away like that, like something you own, a belonging. I loved knowing you were going to come back to retrieve me.”

“I’ll always come back for you, darling.”

“I’ll always be here, waiting. I’ll always be yours.”