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@blaseboy85
I can't find my pants
Bring em on!! Let's perv!! HAIL!
I got a new hat. What do think?
It really needs to chill the fuck out. What does it think it's going to be able to do if it frees itself? The hood is locked on. The mitts are locked on, the cell door is padlocked shut.
But it's fun to watch it work itself up, crying and begging to be released, before you enter the cage and use it.
He’s in a double- triple locked cell. There’s steal bars enclosing him in and in front of that is a steal door and beyond that is another smal room with a steal door.
Of course he doesn’t know this as he was brought in with that hood on, drugged
The cell is monitored via a camera with monitors in the next room. It’s all temperature controlled. We can make it freezing or hot. Depending on the prisoners behavior. You can also control the lighting. So even if they don’t have a hood on, we can turn off the lights or go full red mode.
At this point in life. This seems like better position to be in.
No reason to be here
this is a fucking insane way to approach anyone
Everything I’ve Ever Let Go Of Has Claw Marks On It
Why am I here?
My addiction to my solitude is having adverse effects on my life. I love not being mixed in drama or dealing with other people's energies. I love that when I'm alone, the only person to consider is myself. I dont have to live up to anyone's expectations, I dont have to provide anything to anyone. I dont have to listen to anyone's issues, or have any opinions on what they're doing with their life and how they live it.
But with keeping to myself and keeping my own peace as much as possible. I find myself losing the ability to be intimate with people. Not in a sexual way. But even laying down next to someone. My body goes to panic and flight. I burst into tears and my body shakes.
I know its probably from a past trauma. But i can even begin to remember what it could've been from. Especially with head trauma and memory loss.
I'm getting really sick and tired of toxic people and their behaviors. Including friends, which is why my circle is getting smaller.
I'm only interested in being friends with people who want to better themselves. Who believe that not only that they can do better but also deserve better. Nothing will change if you're chasing after the same trauma. Honestly, my respect will drop as I witness it. If being a victim is your personality, I am definitely not interested in knowing you. And I don't want to be friends with door mats. Stand the fuck up for yourself, use your voice, strive for something better and healthy.
I want to feel the leather straps pulled tightly around me again. They feel like comfort. I feel at peace. I'm safe and I know why I'm there. Hopefully, I will find the man, my alpha, my Dom. To keep me protected as well as in my place.
Excited to see Sir again and to feel the straps on the bench again.