“I am going to Restrain you.”

(A little play on the word restraint)

Such a silly Daddy. I know that he has his spreader bar, rope, and other restraints. But doesn’t he know that I come willingly. Doesn’t he know that the only restraints he needs is a word and his voice.

“Oh I know, Baby. But lets have a little fun anyway.”

As he steps close behind me, his arms become his first tool. We can’t help but touch skin-to-skin first. We need that connection above all else. His mouth follows quickly nibbling at my ears and neck. Taking in my salty skin biting my shoulders and tasting his fill. My body is hot. It stays hot and wet for him. As he reaches around to find his cunt, he knows what he will feel and he seems very ready and hungry for a taste.

The collar has already been placed where it belongs. I see Daddy has more for me to wear though. I need the leather cuffs around my ankles and wrists. I love the way he puts them on me with such reverence and care.

I see the look in his eyes now though once he hooks me to the bed restraints. I can tell he is getting ravenous seeing me spread out, holes gaping dripping for him.

I am ready for him to take what he needs from me. I do not need him to restrain himself as he has me.

“Baby I hope you are ready, I need to devour you.”

And with those words, I am his. No need for restraint. But the restraints are fun.