addam

She had to keep her eyes open, for Him. Noticing how much tiredom tried to take her away, and would... if she closed them. Stubborn eyes. The day was almost over and now, finally out of all the madness and work, she still couldn't rest.

There was a lot keeping her like that. Every tie and bow and knot from her daily concerns attempted to squeeze her and tugged from under her skin. A hard day's work held her legs together, menaced to trip her at any moment. Family tied her hands at her back, tighter every moment. Men hovered all around. Their desires, those knots pressing her skin.

That whole life opressed her, so full of little torments made huge. But there, at that moment, she only had to fight to keep awake. That was a role she chose, gadly accepting. And reminding that to herself brought some sort of strength. There, it was all about pride. Deliverance...

With a last twisting, He pulled on the rope and made the whole kinbaku felt over her skin, tightening. Her breath left her lungs of a sudden, as if scared, and she took a deep sigh. Mixed feelings... pain, axiety and pleasure. She was no longer naked. She wore those ropes because it was his will, into which she had chosen to give herself

And as that day tried to end, she felt free for the first time... as her mind felt lighter, so did her body... or was it the other way around? She belonged to herself, through him... but not to her worries.