The original and brilliant image by Dave Annis and shared by @Rob66 is below. For purposes of this brief essay, I zoomed in and removed the kidnapper character. As much fun as Mr. Annis’ kidnapping scenes are for us all, I found my heart captivated by the girl in the scene and I wanted to express how she makes me feel.

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This piece of art fills my heart. No sarcasm in this comment my friends. Not this time.

Our submissive subject is bound kneeling. Her natural position. She is still. Patient and attentive. Perfect posture. Eager and available for her owner. (No, not the masked man. Her real owner isn’t in this image. He’s probably in Denmark or something.)

Her arms are not needed in the immediate term so they’ve been removed and tucked away behind her. All four rope loops serve a purpose in this function. Some are used to press her arms together into a rigid, useless shaft. Some are to immobilizing her single arm exactly in the center of her back. Her arms are pulled together and stretched both up by the shoulder yolk and down by crotch rope. This style of arm bondage (which I personally do not favor) disallows even minuscule struggling, enhancing and reinforcing the girls submission.

Another subtle but key feature are the heavy rope loops around the girls waist. When she inhaled, the loops are snug. When she exhales, they hold her compressed as if in her owners grip. Her breathing is not so much restricted as used as a reminder that her owner controls her most basic functions.

This owned, submissive girl is adorned with a decorative choker collar. It is a symbol of possession. Her hair is pulled up high in a pony tail to reveal her slender and vulnerable throat and to display the collar. This is a privilege she is so proud and humble to have been granted.

Her erect nipples are attentive as she is. Other than her mouth, these are almost the only region of her body not restrained. I personally like to imagine her tears are borne from her most sincere and powerful longing for her owner to fondle or taste or even torment these sensitive nubs. Perhaps she even suffers doubt about how pleasing she is having such tempting accessories failing to garner her owners attention.

In this image we see this submissive girl in the form she is meant to be and that she craves. Can you even imagine seeing her some other way? Imagine her dressed in office attire, a formal gown, or even in tactical fatigues. Would she even be the same girl?

Or would she be disguised. Her true self buried, suffocating and unaccepted. Suffering the hurt of witnessing the praise showered upon the doppelgänger masquerading in her skin.