He got me

We had a deal.  I had rules; I would follow them.  Breaking them had consequences and I knew this.  But I got cocky.  I pushed the limits.  I took advantage of his tolerance, his kindness, his patience.  And then he chose to prove who was in charge.

It was OK at first.  I like being bound.  Granted, the duct tape on my mouth was uncomfortable.  I knew how much it would hurt when he yanked it off.  But the binding was nice; even being caged was livable.  But then he turned the lights off …

… and he left me.  He knows how I panic when he leaves.  I don’t just love him.  I need him.  I have to have him.  And he knows it.