For the second time this week, Daddy tucked me into bed wearing my leather wrist cuffs. I was sent to get the cuffs earlier that evening, before we settled in to watch some TV together. I was wearing only a black see-through brassiere and black panties as Daddy fastened the leather cuffs around each wrist. He fastened the cuffs securely and linked them together before allowing me the privilege of sitting in the chair by his side. It is difficult to describe the feelings I get from the act of being cuffed by Daddy. When I am bound to his liking, I somehow feel more free than I ever have. I felt joy in my heart when he led me to bed, allowing me to kneel first and ask for his permission to sleep beside him. As he tucked me in, he unlinked my cuffs and stripped me nude, kissing me good night and telling me that he loved me. I slept all night in Daddy’s cuffs, and I slept well, knowing that I was tucked in safely beside the man that I love, the man who protects and cares for me, the man who loves me.
Thank you for the great night of sleep, Daddy