Clingy Possessive Yandere Boyfriend Kidnaps You and Ties You to His Bed [Mdom] [Cuddling] [Hair Brushing] [Rope Sounds]

Transcript

Hey dear, don't be alarmed. There isn't anything wrong, and there isn't any problem. Yes, you're bound at the hands and feet, tied to my bed, but it's okay.

I said there isn't any problem, and that in itself isn't much of a problem, because I'm the one who did it, and you can trust me. I'll keep you safe and secure, and I'll restrain myself too. Not with handcuffs and rope, mind you.

But I'm not going to do anything inappropriate to you. Anything more inappropriate than tying you to my bed anyway. But that's completely appropriate, because you're mine.

And you should be completely comfortable. I made the restraints on the looser side, so they shouldn't be too much of a pain. Don't get any ideas though.

The door is locked, and I'm a lot stronger than I look. So don't even think about running away. Not that you want to run away from me.

After all, I love you. I'd do anything for you. I'd break any law for you.

Why? I'm breaking a few right now for you. Thanks for being so cooperative, by the way.

By being silent. I'm sure it's not out of fear, but out of respect. There's no way you'd fear me.

You have nothing to fear from me. I just want to love and protect and care for you. So there's no way you'd be scared of little me.

I'd never do anything to harm you. So thank you. Thank you for respecting me.

I respect you too, of course. You know, your silence means so much to me. Because it just makes this whole situation so much easier to handle.

I know it looks like I'm completely in control and dominant and everything right now. But I'm actually a really vulnerable person, you know? If you yelled at me, I would die.

If you told me you hated me, I would die. If you even looked at me with disgust, I would die. There's a million ways you could kill me.

But you're just being so calm and nice and respectful. That's why I love you. You're just letting me have this.

You're just letting me bask in this feeling of having you all to myself. Having you all tied up in my bed? Like a present for me? I'm a present for you too, darling.

I'm all yours. Even if I'm not the one tied to the bed. I really needed this.

My mental health really needed this. So thank you again. You're mine.

I know you're mine. Everything the universe tells me you're mine. It's written in the stars.

It's written in the tea leaves. I'm sure even the birds sing exclusively about how you're mine. But I just get so anxious, you know? There's this little whisper in the back of my head and I always try to shut it up.

Again and again I try to shut it up. With music. With hobbies.

With work. I try a thousand things again and again but that whisper is still there in the back of my head. Saying things like, What if they aren't actually yours? What if they run away? What if someone takes them away from you? And I just can't handle that.

I can't even begin to entertain that hypothetical thought. I can't handle that nightmare, that stress. You're mine.

I know you're mine. You're mine. You're mine.

You're mine. But that aside, I still need to feel like you're mine, you know? Even if I already know it.

I need that satisfaction. I need that security. And that's why I had to tie you up to my bed like this.

I'm sure there's no shortage of things going through your head stopping you from giving me the physical affection I know you must want to give me. But I do need that security. I need those assurances.

The warmth of not just knowing that you're mine but having every last proof telling me again and again that you're mine. The warmth of having every last doubt of mine washed away. Even that perpetual whisper in the back of my head.

And tying you up like this? Well, let's start. Just look at you.

You're amazing. I'm ashamed to breathe the same air as you. You're so sweet and pure and I just feel so dirty.

But I'm not going to let you go. I feel rather guilty. But I'm not going to let you go.

You're worth so much more than me. But I'll never let you go. That whole, oh, if you love somebody, you'll let them go, thing? That's completely nonsense.

Whoever first said that is the biggest idiot on the planet. And they certainly didn't meet anyone as precious as you. I want to take care of all your wants and needs.

And, like I said, I'm sure you must have been wanting to give me so much physical affection, right? I want to do the same to you. And you've been so good to me.

You've just been laying down quietly, letting me speak and letting me have this moment. Maybe I could give you what you want. Maybe I could give you a reward.

Well, it would be a reward for the both of us. But that's just why we're such a perfect match. For instance, maybe I could cuddle up next to you, for starters.

Would you be comfortable with that? Well, in that case, let me just cuddle up next to you like this. And? How's that? It must feel pretty good, right? Has to, because we're soulmates.

It goes without saying that it's exhilarating for the two of us to cuddle. I'm personally having the time of my life. I'm actually the romantic type.

But I'm sure you already kind of got the idea once you saw how obsessed I am with you. Being the romantic type, I wanted to wait a little longer before doing this kind of thing. You know, I thought maybe we should have held hands a few more times or gone on a few more dates before I tied you to my bed like this and cuddled you.

But I just couldn't wait for that. I'm much too desperate for you to wait for that. I hope you'll forgive my impatience.

It just feels way too damn good to wait any longer to hold you like this. I'm sure you feel it too, right? Your heart racing with excitement? Beating louder and louder with every passing second? Overjoyed to share this moment with me? I'm sure you must be pleasantly shocked at just how wide your smile can be when you're being held by me like this.

And I'm sure you've never known it could open that wide. Look at me. I'm the same way.

I feel so guilty being this happy. I feel so guilty having you all to myself. In my arms.

But I'm not going to let anything ruin this moment. No amount of guilt is going to stop me from having you. The one thing I truly need.

Nothing is going to take you away from me. Not war. Not famine.

Not disease. The outside world might as well not even exist. Right now, right here, it's just you and me, my love.

Just you in my arms and me cuddling you. It's just you and me, baby. Would you like to take this cuddling a step further? It's still going to be innocent, I promise.

I swear on everything that is holy, which is really just you to be honest, that I'm going to keep this innocent. I just thought maybe I could caress your hair a bit. I mean, look at it.

It's practically begging to be tenderly caressed. I think that that would be immeasurably enjoyable for the both of us. Oh, I'll be gentle, I promise.

Just nod your head for me and. .. Okay, okay.

Just like that. Okay then, sweetheart. I will gladly caress your hair just like this.

Wow. Your hair is so soft. It's so therapeutic for me to caress your hair like this.

It's weird, isn't it? Normally you'd think that the person getting their hair caressed would be the one who is being comforted, but I think I'm the one who is being comforted here. I feel like I'm being healed of all of the stress and anxiety.

When I get to caress your hair like this, it's just perfect. This is the sort of proof that I need to feel comfortable that you're mine. Hey.

Thanks again for letting me have this. For being so relaxed about the whole woke-up-tied-in-bed thing. You even let me play with your hair like this.

See? Your hair is mine too. Thank you so much for accepting me.

That's the best medicine you can give me. And that's what I really love most of all about you. Is that you accept me for who I am.

And I have no idea what kind of rampant state I'd be in if you didn't. I love you. Oh, but I barely told you I love you ever since you woke up, didn't I? Well, you know, we can't be having any of that.

My precious, precious sweetheart deserves to hear that at least once every 200 words spoken. So, I guess I'll have to make up for lost time. I love you.

I love you.