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There's another fantasy that I like to get off to, where I'm in a dungeon, perfectly restrained and with my most vulnerable parts of my body on display. I am deaf and blind to the activities around me, with nose cancelling headphones feeding me hypnosis files that keep me deeply complacent.
I knew, beforehand, what was going to happen to me: I had talked at length about my fantasy with my partners. About strangers exploring my naked body. About various tools for pleasure and pain laid out next to me. About the simple list of rules and an invitation for anyone to participate. About one of my partners watching, and most certainly participating to make sure I'm safe. I also made sure to discuss some way to make sure I could indicate if something is wrong, probably by tapping or slapping something in a predetermined signal.
I can't decide between being walked up while blindfolded or not, and if want to see the display of toys and tools that will be used against me. Ultimately, it would be beautifully confusing to always keep guessing what I'm feeling, with my only hints being what I can feel against my barred skin. I might be able to tell sharp from smooth, stingy from thuddy, cool fingers from lips and tongues... But I might be so deep and lost I wouldn't be able to put two thoughts together, and just let it all happen as my body reacts, because why would I even need to figure it out? I could just give in, and accept my body being used as a toy, a thing of pleasure for the people present.
Ah, I think I was falling into my own thoughts there for a moment. Maybe my best solution is to not know, and not care as soon as the headphones go on. Maybe my partner could take a picture of my before and after? 😉 The perfectly ready plaything versus the tired and ruined little doll at the end. What a beautiful image.
What do you think? If you were there, what would you do to my trembling body? 😘