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I never know what He has in store for me so it was with surprise when I saw Him go and get the Ladder to hang His Red Ropes from a hook in the ceiling.  “Maybe,” I thought to myself, “He will do some Japanese Rope Bondage in some kind of Suspension.”  Only time would tell, because Daddy never ever revealed His Plans to me.

Glancing over at me, He ordered me to go and get some towels and place them by the Latticed Rack for His future use and to make sure that my water bottle was filled as well.  All of this I did quite willingly.

After He had arranged His Ropes in a fashion which pleased Him, My Lord asked me to help Him spread out His pearl grey whipping sheet upon the floor and then ordered me to go and stand under the Ropes.  From out of nowhere, He produced a pair of Metal Handcuffs and attached one end to a loop in the rope, making very sure it was securely fastened.  He then beckoned me to Him and asked me to raise my right wrist so that He could connect me to them.

My heart leapt into my mouth for they were the very ones I had brought from home to use as a little prop in a Strip Dance which I had done for my Daddy just the previous night.  In no wise did I ever imagine that He would use them on me in this manner and I instantly balked, telling Him, “No.  Please Daddy.  Don’t handcuff me like this.”

But He, with His Mind already set upon a certain course of action, would hear none of my resistance and, with fire in His brilliant blue eyes, asked me once more to place my wrist into the Handcuff.  Offering further resistance to Him in that moment would have been completely futile and I submitted to His Will instantly as He carefully opened the second shackle, slowly encircling my wrist with it and snapping the cool metal shut.  Daddy obviously relished the sight of my slender hand being locked in this harsh metal, so beautiful and erotic it was to Him.  Inwardly I gasped in delight to be so captured by His Chains.

Leaving me to dangle at the end of His Red Rope and contemplate my fate, Daddy went about the business of unpacking and laying out His Sacred Equipment.  I watched in macabre fascination, knowing soon that my flesh would feel the sting of His Whips and the delicious thud of His Floggers and Cat O’ Nine Tails.  He had borrowed a new Flexible Handled Flogger which He was longing to try out on me and I was looking forward to the administration of a new and different kind of sensation from it.

Returning to me empty handed, Daddy pulled me in close to His Body and kissed me deeply and then, He whispered in my ears as He always did, “I love you, Little One”.  I think He tells me this so that I can ground myself in His Love for me and use His Declaration as a kind of anchor when I am close to the edge of completely losing it.