Sanctum: A Ritual of Obedience and Release
It had been a long week apart. As life and work will do, the separation was inevitable. While familiar to both of them, it was never pleasant. Distance is a "motherfucker” as he was prone to saying. There was always something about being away from Her that affected him. It touched his mind and heart, and yes, it touched that primal place in his soul that made his pulse beat faster, and the tightness of his chastity cage grow stronger. When away for work, the cage was a part of everyday life. It provided a connection and inherent obedience to Her. He was proud to wear it, as proud as he was to be owned by Her. He knew when he arrived home that She would be in the shower. While he fought the urge to crawl to the shower's edge, he had specific instructions to be ready for Her. Walking into Her bedroom, he lit what seemed like 50 candles. Each one is strategically placed by his Mistress. The dance of light and shadow against the room walls spoke to Her power. Imagine an ancient Go...