I hadn’t thought about how I was going to do this, hadn’t thought about it at all when it came to me.
I have nothing on me, not a scrap of clothing nor very long hair. Anything that I might use as a focus has been stripped of me and any time I am with child I have not the energy with which to infuse into the bedding that I am only given then.
In my despair I had overlooked the one thing that is with me always whether I am with child or alone in the tower.
My shackles.
Breathing In 
There is a freedom in submission only few know. Smiles…>KB
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Yes, but only when you trust those that hold the chains binding you down.
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But then they are only chains made of paper and the gift of submission is given with conditions you control. >KB
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