A picture..

I am sitting on a chair in the bedroom. Because he has seated me there..

I am still wearing the dress I bought for the occasion, for a Friday night without our children. The dress is short, it only goes down to the middle of my thighs, when I am standing up, and it is even shorter, when I am sitting down. With black and white stripes, a soft material that clings to my body, and a cleavage that is very flattering to my tits.. (You can tell, this is written by a woman, who else would go to such details with the dress..)

I am sitting on the chair, an ordinary, white painted kitchen chair, not very comfortable, it is not meant to be pleasant. I am not wearing any knickers, I have been told not to, and I love the sensual feeling of my always shaved cunt, brushing against the fabric of the dress. My legs are dressed in stockings, but my black stilettos have been removed. I haven't been allowed the dignity in knowing that I have very beautiful high heels on my feet.. I am sitting on the chair with my legs spread out, as he arranged them, the dress so short now, that my cunt is very visible, with the lips red and just a bit swollen. What is not seen in the picture, a well placed butt plug, I was told to put there, myself..

I am blind folded, with a black leather blind fold that fits perfectly around my eyes and nose, making everything black as coal, and all other senses, smell, touch, sound, even stronger.. He has put on my collar, the wide, black leather collar with the metal rings around it, the rings he puts to use when he ties me up.. He has pushed the dress way down, so that I am showing both my tits. He has put metal clamps on both nipples, the clamps are like crocodile teeth, they have small sharp teeth, hurting my sensitive skin. To the clamps are attached metal chains, that are fastened to the collar, the chains lifting up my tits and pulling my nipples..

I am alone in the room, and visible in my face, pain. I am waiting..

And I have the picture to prove it..