Handcuffed

Picking up the pair of shiny handcuffs, a small smile appears on your lips. You take a deep breath and begin to fasten the handcuffs around your slender wrists, the metal cool against your skin. As you click the handcuffs into place, you can't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing throughout your existence. You've always felt a bit submissive, and the idea of being potentially powerless resulted in slightly getting you aroused. In the corner of the room, a mirror stands alone, allowing you to look at yourself, the handcuffs adding a touch of vulnerability to your appearance.