‘’Do you recall our first date, Kronii darling? We bonded about how broken we were, how much humanity we lacked, that no matter what we tried it could never make us feel complete.’’
She nodded, not that she could do much but nod as she laid on the bed, arm, legs and even mouth were tied with black rope, all tied together with simple but quite unbreakable knots. She was wrapped like a birthday present, leaving her assets exposed her voluptuous breasts bare.
Her eyes were pleading, and her makeup smudged after she cried until she had no more tears to spill, she looked like quite the mess honestly, but I was willing to overlook it, this is an act of love after all.
‘’You asked for this, it hurts me more than it hurts you, it’s like the first time I asked what part of me you fell in love with, you said it was my hands.’’
I moved my hands lovingly across her neck and throat, I could with a single grasp take full control, make her eyes roll back and toes curl in pleasure or pain, whatever I want, whatever I deem she needs.
’’You wanted me to get rough, you wanted to be controlled’’
I Pulled on the rope that constrained her legs and forced her to spread her legs, revealing a wet mess, you might think I’m some cruel monster, a freak who tortures her against her will, but you have it the wrong impression. She told me that this is the only way she feels alive was though pain and it seems her cunt agrees.
I opened the box, Kronii’s box, it was the only thing she brought to our apartment when she suddenly moved in, it was a medium sized toolbox and were filled with various tools of carnal pleasure, it had a divider making two compartments, color coded as pink and black.
I walked over to her and ungagged her, and she quickly looked at me inquiringly.
‘’Do you know what this is Kronii?’’, I showed her the fishhooks that I had taken out of the pink compartment.
Her eyes went wide, and I could hear her panting, as she looked between the hook that was gently tracing on her exposed breast.
‘’I asked you a direct question’’
‘’It… It’s a fishing hook’’
The first hook went smoothly though her right nipple, the steel was quickly stained with blood as I pulled on it.
‘’Sir’’ she quietly whimpered.
‘’Do you want another one?’’
‘’yes, sir, please give it to me’’
I had nine more hooks, each bigger than the last, all made by hand by Kronii herself, this is going to be a long night.