By Bondagegimp
Awakening
Walking through this garden gate has a special, almost symbolic impact on me. Sure, Bob’s property extends all the way to the street, but this area enclosed by bushes and a fence has been my world until now, a world in which Bob held me captive. Now I’m leaving it. Now I’m leaving Bob.
Oh Bob, why do you have to make it so hard for us? A few concessions would have been enough, and I would have stayed. But he’s completely uncompromising. And so contradictory! He wants me to stay, to submit to him, and yet at the same time, he’s not attracted to slaves who submit willingly. The two guys in the bar offered themselves to him, but that’s precisely why he didn’t want them. He wants to feel resistance, he wants to force, to subjugate. And yes, sometimes that turns me on too, I admit it. But just because I find some things arousing doesn’t mean I can simply give up my whole life. Does he really love me, or does he just want a plaything to satisfy his sexual desires?
