Found the chain my sweet boy uses to tether me to our bed when he leaves. The cold links against my skin make me ache for him. It's not the restraint I crave—it's the proof. Proof that I'm his, that he'll always come back to claim what's his. Sometimes I'll wear it under my clothes when I go out, the weight a constant reminder that my pussy belongs to him alone. The thought of strangers seeing the bulge under my shorts without knowing it's his mark on me... it almost makes me cum right there. But I'd never let anyone else touch it. This cunt only drips for one man. Come home soon, my love. Your mother needs to feel owned.