By Bondagegimp
Reflective Interlude
I’m still staring in disbelief at the keys in my hand. What’s going on? This isn’t how I imagined the decision would go. I thought Bob and I would sit down together, talk it over again, and then I’d decide. But he’s leaving me to make this decision alone. He probably thinks he’s said everything he has to say. For him, there’s no compromise. Yes or no. Free or a slave, and that’s it, completely and without exception. No say in the matter. His property.
He’s putting me on the spot, forcing the decision I’ve been putting off until the last minute. I could have decided in the last few days. Well, now I have to decide… and Bob seems to be taking advantage of my indecisiveness. If I don’t decide, I’ll be choosing him, or “us,” as he puts it.
I’m supposed to free myself. He’s built in a hurdle. Or is it another one of his tricks? Maybe he gave me not all keys? Or the wrong keys? That wouldn’t be his style. Would it? Who knows? Perhaps I should check that first before I spend too much time pondering this. I look for the key ring labeled “Handcuffs and Leg Irons.” There are more keys than handcuffs and leg irons I’m wearing. Apparently, it’s the ring with all its corresponding keys. It takes a while until I find the right key, but it fits. Maybe that’s his tactic? Not enough time to unlock everything?
