Updates are probably going to be slower. Sorry. School just went back to normal. My depression and anxiety has been getting worse. And it's just hard to find time to write sometimes. Anyway! I don't know if this counts as lemon 0-0 ITS FINE •Top- Schlatt• •Bottom- Wilbur•
Kinks: Sensory deprivation
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Wilbur POV
I need a distraction. My mind is unstable. I'm completely out of it. I need something, something to secure me.
"Schlatt, please help me. I'm begging you. I need a distraction. My thoughts are eating me alive." I say begging for something, anything really.
"Oh really?" the younger says.
"Yes, please Sir."
He leads me to his bed, bounds me to it with crimson ropes. I began to squirm, the thoughts of what he could do to me left me excited. To match I had opened my mouth for him, seeing him with a bright red ball gag. The straps secured tightly against my head. I start to drool down all over my chin.
I can no longer talk. But I'm not distracted enough. He sees this. To help me sink even more, he blindfolds me. Making me blind. Then uses earbuds. Making me deaf. I can no longer see or hear. No longer move or speak. I squirm against the bindings even more, letting out groans I can't hear.
With all of my senses restricted I don't hear him walk away, I don't hear him as rummages around his room. I don't hear him when he returns, but he takes my play collar and secures it around my neck. He begins to whisper soft nothings. I am unable to hear his praises. He knows. But I can feel his strong hands carding through my hair.
It helps ground me, I became relaxed in a submissive state. My anxiety calmed. Not thinking about what happened in the last week. Not thinking about how I dislike myself. Only thinking about the one man who I love. The one who has complete control over me, in this moment. But he does not touch me besides the rhythmic stroking against my hair. Not taking advantage. Just helping me. Helping me forget. Helping me relax. I melt into every touch. Just sinking down. Completely grounded.
I don't know if this counts as lemon or smut. I don't know. It's short but I like it. Sorry if this wasn't what the requested story was. I just really like this. 405 words
